I can see a universe where something like an NFT is enduring and normal, provided the externalities of their proliferation and use can be tamped down. Most of their current incarnations seem incredibly dumb, or are so not-my-thing that I can't tell the difference. What I can't figure out is why, when NASCAR decided to get into racing NFTs, they went with horses instead of cars…? That's a wild fucking (conceptual) ride. That's Mr. Toad's wild fucking (conceptual) ride.

We really want Lexcalibur II out this year if we can swing it, so he's gonna be drawing shit like this today instead:

Once it became clear that the remastered Quake was Quake I already had in my own home, I reinstalled it straight away and jumped in - long enough to determine that these places are filed mentally as real places I have been.

The Penny Arcade league is back on the Daytona road course tonight in the Mazda MX-5! This week’s theme is "toys" so come for the racing and stay for the livery parade afterwards because I am actually participating today. We will also be giving away a couple of three month subscriptions to iRacing during tonight’s show so join the Pit Crew on Twitch tonight at 7:30 PT for a chance to win! 

Because our house is, for reasons unknown, the place where young women in the neighborhood gather I have ample opportunity to learn where their various interests intersect. Well, I guess the reasons aren't entirely unknown: we have gigabit fiber, robust sewing, crafting, and computing resources, and they aren't my kids so if they want to watch The Dragon Prince or whatever all day while they hatch schemes and draw OCs it's no skin off my substantial nose.

Gabriel has returned, whole but not unchanged by The Wilderness.

I'm willing to accept that you don't actually know you're inventing "the television" when you undertake a project. I don't mean inventing the device we call a television - you should probably know some of the basics there - I mean, the cultural apparatus television represents. So I'm sympathetic to the idea that Twitch existed at an unpredictable crossroads and then became a place where culture occurs at scale.

The Krahuliks had a great family vacation up in the mountains. We played a lot of Pokemon Go while hiking around in the woods and watched the Owl House while chilling back at the house.

Bidet Normalization continues apace. I know many who have fallen prey to these sorcerous fonts, and their promise of a truer clean, but there is no way to utilize these magicks and remain pure. Shrug emoji, I don't make the rules, etc.

Gabe is out this week; he is attempting to disappear, a fraught proposition even in the best of times. May God speed him on his journey. He did tell me our strip for Wednesday was going up today, so I gave it a name that made it weird. It'll make more sense on Wednesday. Plus, it gave me an opportunity to give Wednesday's strip a different name that was a PowerWash Simulator reference, but I guess it's just a reference to powerwashing in general, which is very hot right now on social media. That's sure to goose the numbers for Q3.

I had seen an article about how it was okay to be horny for the villain, and I don't disagree, plus the prevalence of horniness for villains is as close to a universal as you're gonna get. I think a lot of young people extracted some very novel content from Labyrinth, for example. Romance, particularly the indie romance space I discovered on Kindle when we were making a strip about a Hot Anteater Lycanthrope Man, exemplifies these desires in an almost hyperreal way. There are a dizzying number of increasingly refined categories these books fall into; for precision genre bifurcations, even electronica can't compare with shifter romance. Who gives a shit? It's not real.

I love the early days of a multiplayer game - before things are settled and optimized, in some cases before final decisions have even been made in the design. I sorta knew it was gonna get wild fast, I suggested as much on Monday, but the skill ceiling in Splitgate is… high. It's very high. A round of Splitgate makes me feel like my brain is being braided by hand, which is typically the feeling I get when I'm laying new psychological track. I'm not even sure all this is gonna stop me from playing! But it's definitely gonna stop me from winning.

I think that Gabe had just enough internet before The Plague Year, but when more of life moved online bits got pretty thin on the ground. What he has now, despite what might appear on the bill, is unlike traditional Internet access a substantial percentage of the time. But it's Comcast, and that's who sells Web over there! At least, currently. He just saw a Ziply truck, and I don't have a lot of experience with Ziply other than I guess I thought we were done naming companies like adverbs, but okay.

It seems reductive to say that Splitgate is "Halo Meets Portal," but if you do a search for Splitgate, when the website comes up the title is "Splitgate - 'Halo Meets Portal" so it seems like they're fine with it. And they should be. It's one thing to claim these inspirations, to suggest you are a divine child of eternal gods born at the crossroads of fate, but if you can kinda pull it off? That's wild fucking shit. That's also why you get queued whenever you try to play it, because tens of thousands of other people want to play it at the same time.

The main reason he can't get anyone to play Digimon with him isn't merely sloth and intransigence on the part of the young, although that's always a non-zero factor. In this case, it's simply because his previous entreaty - Pokemon TCG - simply caught on too well. I don't really know anything about Digimon outside of what the neologism would indicate; that these are Monsters which are somehow - inexplicably, unrelentingly - Digital. Essentially, he's trying to get them to play with GoBots when they're already playing with Transformers. That was always gonna be rough pitch. Cy-Kill? Woof.

I've been texting Kiko every time a new piece of information comes out about the revamped Kill Team, and thus emboldened I tried to engage in the same sort of rhetoric with Gabe which lasted about ten fuckin' seconds.