Gabe and Kara have a bunch of "discover packs" - the Dropmix equivalent of a booster pack - that I haven't heard yet, and the thought that they have a bunch of universally pluggable audio chunks just laying around their home gives me feelings.

The fuckin' Switch, man.

I am not a comics person.

Enforcers are the elemental law that makes PAX shows possible, and we're looking for more of them to help with our newest show PAX Unplugged - do you live in Philly, or near enough? Do you want to be a vital part of the PAX Continuum? Get hold of us here.

Kotaku is, like any other coherent entity, an ingot of unforgivable sin anodized with a millimeter of virtue. Look, I don't know what I tell you: I grew up in Church. I'm saying nothing about Kotaku that I wouldn't say about myself. I go to Kotaku like a hundred times a day. I've described on many occasions how their job is not actually possible and I have tremendous sympathy for what is required of them - to be both universal and incisive in their every word and deed - in an endless, recursive, public hellscape of Sisyphus two-point-oh.

We were still talking about Big Bang Theory after we wrote Friday's Strip, and how my mom likes it because "that's how I am," which is a comment that is abrasive to the surface of the brain.

This is just a conversation we had, but it could probably do with a bit of aftermarket modification.

It was "The Christmas In September" yesterday, and Grab was surprisingly reasonable. There was very little lording over which was a delicious change of pace. This moment of gentle reflection would not have been grist for a comic strip.

I tend to think of games in terms of lineage. It's a two tier system where the games themselves have something like progeny, but the designers also exist in a kind of parallel continuum. There's people where I'm simply going to buy any game they make, and there's franchises I'll endure no end of abuse from. So, let's take a look at where Dropmix exists.

Outside of Twitter or email, I don't let strangers talk to me on the Internet. I just don't do it. Generally speaking their "insights" about my identity fall into a few very staid categories and I feel confident I've experienced the flavor ridges of that particular narrative arc. I'm not resting on my anodized laurels though: I'm getting into the conversation in a big way, and there's been some interest in the novel mode of my dialectic.

I'm still thinking about my SCA shit up at last weekend's Banner War, partly because I got sick there so I've had a lot of time to lie completely motionless except for wracking coughs and the occasional turn, as meat is turned on a grill, to let the mucus collect in the other lobe of my sinuses.

Gabriel mostly sat in confusion after the comment at Curriculum Night; he doesn't really start or maintain beef in realspace.

There was talk of trying the Leviathan raid, and it sounded pretty good to me, but then I realized that numbers were real and my numbers were very, very low. I'm much closer now; Greazy-E and I are gonna try to crack the 260 barrier on this afternoon's stream around 2 PDT. Stop by?

Stripped of its makeshift ironic armor, the events of the strip are quite true. A father hand-made a custom universe for his son and as a result Hearts got warmed.

I've wrapped up the main campaign for Destiny 2, and a bunch of stuff happens in it but the main, important thing is I can create a special, magical hole - and everyone's invited. Hole benefits include: