When your CEO has to roll through and disavow your most recent Reddit excursion, we need to consider that you mighta fucked up.

The first ever collaboration between Acquisitions Intoxicated and Two Beers Brewing hits stores today - check out the can, by our own Gavin Greco and Dabe Alan:

I occasionally get a feeling that I've learned to pay very close attention to. I was walking around Brenna's campus when I was visiting out there a while back and I just started to laugh. Enough phenomena had adopted a fortuitous angle that it wouldn't be impossible to pay rent off of Penny Arcade. Improbable, maybe. But that's a gulf you can fill. My metaphor doesn't have you filling that with planning or youthful enthusiasm or anything like that. In my version, the one I've lived, you fill it with failure. You fill it with so much failure that, ultimately, you just... walk across.

Dreaded Continuity - a corrupted phrase from a haunted era - has reared its ugly head yet again, plunging all into darkness. Or jpegs, at the very least.

PAX West is just around the corner and the Penny Arcade design team has been hard at work making a bunch of cool stuff. If you're curious about what you'll be able to pick up at the show this year I've got you covered.

More exquisite dot.content from Blue Mountain eCards today - in the pulverized ruin of our society, it's nice to know you can even send a card to yourself between choking breaths. Travel through time to offer nominal comfort to a future version of yourself! Put down the shovel. Grieve at the Olympic level with Blue Mountain eCards.

I got a mail from the ESA a little while ago that… Well, we did make a comic about all of it. Maybe we start there.

I don't talk about it a lot, I should talk about it more, but we do a brewing show the vast, vast majority of Tuesdays on Twitch called Acquisitions Intoxicated. There's like seventy two fucking episodes of this shit! We even have a collaboration between #AcqInt and Two Beers Brewing hitting later this month that should hopefully still be around when PAX West rolls around - every beer we craft with the channel and subsequently brew has a narrative tied into Acquisitions incorporated or D&D in general, and this one is called Signing Bonus. I can't wait for you to see the label, and maybe even the promotional poster.

It's not a hard and fast rule, for example I can't eat the Ironjawz I'm about to paint. But if I undertake a hobby, when I'm done doing the hobby, I want to have something I can put in my mouth.

We've streamed Madden stuff a few times, and invariably things shift into the eldritch for me. That's more or less par for the course, I guess - I'm always trying to bend shit in a mythos direction anyway. But sports can absorb an incredible volume of these concepts because the human narratives underpinning them are so strong.

There's like a story mode and there's other shit but the only kind of Madden we play is Madden Ultimate Team, which we admit is karmically lacklustre but by the same token all the football mans are on little cards. Whatever else might be true, this is the substrate: that we want to swaddle, nourish, and care for these thin, thin mans.

Gabe has some experience on Mixer as a platform, invaluable experience, and with Ninja's lateral move to the service there's a lot of wisdom to pass on. There's plenty to like there at the service level, but you'd stream there primarily because you wanted to or to tilt at a deeply entrenched conceptual windmill not because it was part of your business plan. Or if you were Ninja, with everything that entails.

I am a dark bouquet of neuroses; if you found your way here into my cavern, long after my Good By date, you're almost certainly aware. The weird thing about them is that usually you project them onto other people - you imagine that they're common things. I'll tell people shit about the church I grew up in like they're ordinary experiences, like people would shout in an imaginary language at the top of their lungs and then somebody else would "translate" it as a message from a Real God, and apparently that's not as common as I thought.

Having returned kickingly to Real Life, I've been looking at this screen for a while trying to remember what I have historically done with it. I've manipulated these black squares below the screen to get where I have thus far - each one corresponds to a specific letter, and I can arrange them like so.

I went in to see to Kris in his office, trepidation drawn about me like a cloak, to talk to him about San Diego Comic Con in the same way that I might talk to my son about The Drugs.