I love this show. You should come check it out.

Such is my immunity to the Supernatural in general and the show Supernatural in particular that, until the last PAX Aus I wasn't a hundred percent sure what it was. Jeff Kalles here at the office is a huge fan; I'm sure he would like to rep for all the fans who are not ensorcelled wives. I will allow it.

I saw Batman v Superman and didn't hate it as much as I was supposed to. It was mostly confusing, honestly; my first edit pass on this script would have involved a machete. Writing is incredibly cheap, I'll never understand why you would film that script but I'm typing in the dark up in Seattle and not supine in the blood channels of some Los Angeles ziggurat. Maybe there is something about being drowned in unholy blood that illuminates their decision making process.

Last year I had the opportunity to pitch some work to the Pokemon company. It didn’t end up coming to anything but it was a real honor just to be considered. They wanted to see my take on some starters, a trainer and a Pikachu. I’m really proud of the work and even though it didn’t turn into anything, I wanted to share the illustrations. You can click on any of these for a large version.

Of course, I have every intention of being diplomatic about things like this, but as is sometimes said, there is another. Or, you might say "always two there are." Technically, they're both Yoda lines I guess. Thanks, Yoda. I needed a way to communicate an idea succinctly, and everywhere I turned, you were there.

PAX South is, coincidentally, the show currently featured in the Welcome to PAX! series. Here's the latest episode, "Tournaments."

Gabriel killed the art in this comic. Holy shit. I even called him to tell him so.

Sometimes you need to rely upon the kindness of strangers, or perhaps their unkindness, directed toward the weird, alien snout of the foe. Snout, or beak, or whatever. Some fucked up alien face thing. One never knows what they're going to get in this context, we've discussed it.

Here's the link if you want to tune in, which is an old person term that means "watch."

The word Snarf - by itself! - is enough to make me forget the trials and exhaustion of consciousness, if only for a little while. Today's comic is another installment of Real Conversation Theatre, where myself and my compatriot have and then subsequently immortalize the conversations that make Kara laugh when we're playing Destiny. Also: the new Strike is really short and it's hard not to call the new boss Maalox. So we call him Maalox, basically.

which is its actual name, and not Offworld Trading Colony like I kept saying before. In any case, I think I'm gonna try to set up a stream with OTC designer Soren Johnson, the spelling of whose name I just checked several times, where he can teach me (and maybe you) how to play a game whose genetics differ so substantially from the norm.

I'm not trying to be mean in any way, here. I played the Offworld Trading Company a bunch of times before I ever finished a game. I would start, building a couple things, and then stop. I skidded entirely off its hot, non-stick griddle. I need to be completely honest with you: I could not perceive the game.

As a post-PAX digestif, Alienation has nobly provided ample spent shell casings and gouts of ropey, gastrointestinal slime. Housemarque has been a reliable amusement spigot for some time, producing good flow, though my favorite game from them was probably Super Stardust HD which Kiko and I played obsessively until completion which is a feat I'm absurdly proud of for some reason. They like lots and lots of particles to happen, and I like that also.

It's possible that we just don't get Paragon; it's also possible there's nothing there to get. The aesthetic is so dry and clean that it's hard to find purchase on it. You slip off of it, and fly away.

The D&D game we played on Sunday was bonkers. We flipped the script so to speak and I took over the DM seat from Chris Perkins who played as Drizzt Do’Urden. I ran an hour long game and then handed the reigns to my friend Patrick Rothfuss who finished out the evening. We did all of this live on stage in front of a few thousand folks with another twenty thousand (at least) watching on Twitch.

Gabriel didn't need to subject me to grievous injury; I managed to lose while being ostensibly whole of mind and body.