Apologies to FaePuck for shamelessly thieving this from your Google+, but it was entirely necessary. Such is the nature of journalism, and as a serious-minded maverick of the written word - speaking truth to power, peering deep into the vortex of the news cycle, and subverting the dominant paradigm in the interest of a brighter future for America - I feel it is my God-given duty to provide all the lads and lasses of Gay Gamer with the latest insight, analysis, and developments in the video game industry. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it.
In the spirit of this, here's a video of Adam Jensen dancing. Keep in mind this is not just any dance; no, it is the most whimsical, but least perilous dance of all: The Safety Dance. According to the monolith of truth that is Wikipedia, The Safety Dance was "a protest against bouncers stopping dancers pogoing to 1980s New Wave music in clubs when Disco was dying and New Wave was up and coming." I prefer a more whimsical approach: choosing to believe that The Safety Dance came to be after taking enough LSD to kill twelve men, sometime during "Men Without Hats" singer Ivan Doroschuk's brief stint as an Occupational Health and Safety officer, in a steel mill just outside of Montreal. Like the stream-of-consciousness ravings of first-rate lunatic - written in a secret language on the walls of Doroschuk's apartment - the well-known song is little more than the garbled, half-conscious meanderings of an unsound mind.
Take into account the following lyrics:
I say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
Now tell me that doesn't positively scream "acid cult."
So as we conclude this week's Friday Frivolity, I think we've all learned two things: Human Revolution would have been better served with more dance routines, and Men Without Hats drew absolutely no inspiration from bouncers, pogoing, or any such nonsense. Indeed, on that fateful night, as the binary truth of the multiverse coalesced in the dilated pupil of Mr. Doroschuk's third eye - an impenetrable wall of equations, concepts, and existential truths about the human condition - "The Safety Dance" was born.