I have not, as some people might well think, been slacking off.

It’s not just the clutch of internal excuses and traps that Jay Smooth calls the little hater. It’s not just that I have very little say to my dwindling local audience that I’ve largely turned my back on, most of whom are still friends of mine and who I can pester through other Internet media all I want.

Those are the obvious reasons. There are others not everyone knows about. Here’s one. Not promising I’ll make it to part 2.

Continue reading There is a reason…

A new President, the end of conventional broadcast television, ongoing crises of government, economics and security, and endless possibility.

I have hard cider and beer and Fallout 3. I shall not be without enjoyment. Be safe, everyone.

Just before I went to watch Rodney Gibbs test-drive his latest speech about creative productivity at ACC, I looked at my phone and noticed my dad had called me. My dad, who has a Facebook account now (one I’m really using a whole lot more than this site, just so everyone knows,) wanted to know my thoughts about Election Day and the upcoming presidency of Barack Obama.

So I told him. What follows is not exactly what I said, but it’s close.

Continue reading It happened in Kansas…

Do not solicit me to post stuff on this blog unless we’re friends who speak regularly. You will be spamfiltered.

The opinions expressed on this blog do not necessarily represent those of my employer that I like a big huggy bunch.

I really couldn’t care less about Warhammer Online.

Here’s something I didn’t expect four years ago when I posted pictures to go along with my bloody wisdom tooth surgery: being compared to Aliza Shivarts, the Yale student who successfully pranked a huge portion of hifalutin art academia with an “exhibit” supposedly featuring multiple aborted fetuses excreted out the repeatedly poisoned womb of the artist — except that she didn’t really do it, as accurately predicted by Warren Ellis, among others.

Question for further discussion: is there any difference between a woman who chooses to display the results of an abortion and those who choose to display their extracted wisdom teeth? Both procedures are legal, are frequently performed, and are somewhat bloody. What is the difference?

The difference, besides the fact that my teeth were real, and her abortions were apparently latex and Vaseline and a whole lot of hype?

My real teeth took four fucking years to get any goddamned typographical reaction, compared to her fake fetuses.

Not that I’ve given my dwindling number of readers much to keep their attention of late, but I did have an outage today. Thanks due to the host for the quick fix.

So, what shall we talk about? I’m in a feisty mood.

Continue reading And we’re back….

Been busy. Bullet points:

• Team Fortress 2 is a whole lot of fun, even if you’re not doing things quite as intended. “As intended” is still a pretty fluid concept, after all, as the game is very much in beta. Hell yes I dropped $45 for preordering five different games, even if I already have two of them.
• Gamecock’s first game, Dementium: The Ward, apparently turns you gay, according to the commercial for it. (Dude, when you’re in a hot tub with two bikini babes on your arms, put down the fucking game.)
• Watched enough YouTube videos to know I have no interest in going back to Bioshock. Achievements be damned. I like games that don’t make me want to die.
• I’m really getting tired of the IGDA forums. If it wasn’t for the occasional douchebag, there would be nothing there for me. Despite appearances, I really don’t enjoy being a jerk, no matter how full of assholes the Internet is.
• Burn Notice is an excellent show. MacGyver if he was a near-sociopath ex-spy, Rockford Files if he was a lot smarter, smoother and more resourceful.
• Yeah, if my dad was an astronaut, I’d pretty much have to get into space, too. Don’t know about the castle, though.
• Oh, and advertising occasionally works on me, and I’ll allow myself to anticipate entertainment. Mac Lethal’s new album on the Rhymesayers label is coming out later this month, and I’ll probably buy it. He’s from Kansas City. Represent.

In the effort to do more than just clear bogus spam postings out of my comments field (and not really wanting to make people register just for that) here’s most of what’s been rattling around in my head for the past week.

Continue reading Hey Norman, was it thrown with a broken arm?…

Even though it’s only begun, it feels like it should be half over.

My day job is giving me grief lately. I’m hoping it’s not wrong to wish I was one of those talentless kissasses that seem to have job opportunities cast at their feet like palm fronds.

At some point I’m also going to have to write up an explanation for why this site exists, why I wanted it made and what I’m planning to do with it. Short answer: It’s a blog. It’s not a news site necessarily, it’s just things I want to talk about, when I want to talk about them. No bosses except me, donated space from friends and donated labor from friends who want to learn how to run sites like this.

Me, I just make a living writing. And this isn’t something that will pay me. So participation will get spotty at times. I still haven’t figured out who the audience is going to be, or how to get it started. At this point it seems like a low priority.

Harry Potty lol lol lol. I still hate trading cards, but my friends in fourth grade used to eat these damned things up.