There's another universe where XCOM2 is how they brought the franchise back; the long fallow period of XCOM's defeat bookended by the oral history of an underground war.

Gabriel put out the call, and I answered, but not after giving him a bunch of shit. If someone is your second choice, you need to make them feel as though they were your actual first choice and the other person is garbage can full rancid cottage cheese and weeping cantaloupe rinds. Which, you know… given the people involved… might have been a difficult position.

In Australia, men's urinals are devices of unique and perhaps even baroque construction.

I like to take photos on my phone as I work. I do this to keep a sort of digital sketchbook I guess. I like to be able to swipe back through my photos and see the work I was doing mixed in with pics of my kids and stuff. I thought I'd drop a bunch of it here and see if you guys found it interesting. So here's a quick dump of the last couple months...minus my kids and some secret projects:)

I wanted to watch a video about the Skills in The Division, and it asked me my age. I entered "40," which is apparently a number, and it was the first time I had even considered that I might be forty years old.

When Gabriel told me the story, it was at once completely silly and eminently sensible. It reminded me a little of The Mancraft Saga, insofar as they both map cyberverse and regular 'verse at a one to one ratio.

There is probably someone who likes Dick more than me, but I don't know them. Where I am typing this now, at home on my primary machine, I have no less than four Philip K. Dick books within reach - and this isn't even where I keep my books.

As the newest show, PAX South has such a cool energy. And its still so young that people are always asking me if we think it's gonna be back next year. I don't know a hundred percent of everything that happens, or is going to happen, but PAX South is a real show. We made a logo, and everything! I love coming down there, I love being handed huge bags of beef jerky, and I love getting radically different and profoundly contradictory barbecue advice.

I changed the person's handle a very, very small amount, not enough to change the pronunciation, but this is almost the exact conversation we had re: that evening's Randrew Jackson.

The Witness! I don't know, man.

If you'd like to interact with us in some way during PAX you are more than welcome. Here's a quick look at where we'll be each day to make our rendezvous more likely.

We will be bringing a brand new version of Thornwatch to PAX South this week and I’m really excited for you all to see it. You might remember that at PAX Prime last year we announced a collaboration with the folks over at Lone Shark Games. The scope of the game immediately changed from a single game focusing on the Thornwatch, to a series of games based on Thornwatch, Lookouts and the Daughters of the Eyrewood. We revealed the new Eyrewood Adventures plan during a panel and you can watch the entire thing right here if you like:

I didn't actually call, but there's a case to be made. I wouldn't let any adult care for children, if it were up to me. No fucking way. Adults are just really tall, really weird children. They don't know shit.

BEHOLD.

More great advice from me. The strip started out being about some of these weirdass monsters in Xenoblade, alien monsters, alien space unicorns, fongroids (?), and assorted other quadruped a-holes where the A does not stand for ass, but Alien. There are a few "arts" we have, special attacky things, that do extra damage from certain positions - backstab or flank type stuff. Except there are a couple of these Goddamn things that are so weird it's not super clear what even constitutes the "back" or "front." Luckily, they foresaw this, and included a text indicator near the lower right.

We have always called the villains you get matched with Randos of various stripes, and for some reason we assumed that everyone did, but I can't find a lot of evidence for this connotation generally. Urban Dictionary, a wretched hive of scum and at least one other thing, suggests that it means anything from a "random person or thing" to "a nickname for Randy" which I feel like covers the entire ragged spectrum of meaning. There is nothing which cannot be called a Rando, apparently, which at the very least makes it easy to incorporate into one's lexical rando.