Gabriel's Windows Phone started a kind of chain reaction whereby Microsoft slowly began to repossess all of his apostate computing. You come to realize after awhile that you've been taking a kind of half-breath each time, and suddenly all those crazy/interesting/free experiences that were out of your reach can be accessed through the equivalent of a mystic portal right on your desk.
As my Mass Effect conversations with Gabriel became more and more detailed, it became clear that even if someone or something showed up in both our games the particulars could have radical distinctions. Radical really is the word: there are scenes, thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of work, I will never see. The same is also true for him.
To be fair I don’t honestly expect to be killed by a psychopath anytime soon. But the tweets from Mr. Paul Christoforo have certainly been...interesting. I think that anytime someone says they are excited to meet you and that “the police will not stop me.” you should probably pay attention. Honestly as someone who truly enjoys making people angry, the fact that I have now driven another human being to say those words is sort of an achievement.
He's really done it, or perhaps I should say he's done it again: driven a person so absolutely crazy that the weird threats and even disparaging nicknames are free-flowing.
You would think that, after doing almost nothing but play Mass Effect for a week, I would know how to spell the name "Shepard." After the shame of the last strip, I pored over every word in the script with my full consciousness, discovered errors and resolved them; I felt like I was truly at the tiller of my life. But no! I maintain that it is they, they who have spelled Sheperd wrong (they!) but that might not be a strong play rhetorically.
Robert's got a new survey up, a kind of readership Census. Do you have a second? Or a few seconds? It's a huge help.
A Gay Sex Leak is generally something you would attend to with a citrus wet-nap or, in very some instances, a mop. But the (apparently scandalous) scene uploaded from Mass Effect 3 features no residue of any kind. Nothing happens! It is as sterile as a surgical kit. I scooched my pants halfway down for this?!?!
I'm kind of a Kirkmophile, and certainly an Invinciblist. I devoured all the trades of The Walking Dead. Not literally! They're fine; I just read them. The show, though, maybe not so much.
NEWSFLASH, I made some people angry. I know it’s hard to believe. It seems a lot of people are upset about my post regarding the TERA beta. I’m a little surprised considering I talked for three paragraphs about how amazing the game is and then gave one paragraph about how I didn’t like the quests. If your take away from that was that I shit all over the game I think you’re probably just spoiling for a fight.
Scott's going to put us in charge of the shop while he's off on some kind of adventure. This seems like a very dangerous business, and I suspect that he knows that all too well, given his attempt to mitigate the damage pre-emptively.
I played a bunch of Tera this weekend during their beta test. I was able to get an archer up to level 12 and I had a great time. I wanted to share some of my thoughts about the beta with you guys. I should mention that I did not try any of the PvP and I’ve heard that’s something Tera does very well. My take on the beta is based on a purely PVE experience. I’ll start with the stuff I liked.
Gabriel has told me that Little Deviants is very, very bad. He hasn't told me why, and only shivers at the mention of it, so I'm not saying you should invest this assessment with great import or something. He did, however, discover a novel input methodology. I have coined the term "Rear Stylus," and I am offering it for use royalty-free.
My hands quake as I type it!
My recommendation is that if you want to hate your son, please take him to Disneyland. If you want a preview of his coming dereliction, and if you want to see the extent you have failed at preparing a person for life in the world, by all means take him to this cacophonous hellzone. The only succor on offer is to see how miserably your generational cohort has failed their children, also.
I've been using my Nook color to tweet about the books I'm reading. I've had quite a few people tell me this was helpful. Choosing what book to read next is always an ordeal for me. I scour the web for best of lists and drill down through all of the "people who bought this book also bought this..." lists in my Nook. I ask all my friends what they are reading and if they think I'd like it. Maybe you are like me and maybe a quick list of what I've been reading will be useful. So here you go:
I've talked about David Sirlin a couple times before. I think that if you were to crack open his skull, his brain would look physically different from other brains; I play his games because they're good, but also in an attempt to figure him out. I felt confident that he'd have a useful perspective on the "clonin' fever" that swept the web recently, and I wasn't wrong. He makes a distinction I think is vital, and desperately missing from the utopian/free love model of creative work - what amounts to an Aesthetics Of Cloning. His games Puzzle Strike and Yomi are playable online at FantasyStrike.com.