Saturday Morning Gaming: Going for the Gross-Out
The Legend of Bum-bo. A prequel, of sorts, to The Binding of Isaac.
The Legend of Bum-bo. A prequel, of sorts, to The Binding of Isaac.
New Years Resolutions. New Years Resolutions? New Years Resolutions!
Christmas is a time for weird encounters and uncanny happenings.
I’ve no doubt that my look back at 2020 will have a similar opening statement to the one above: “I played a lot of games from previous years…
What do you do when you have a week off that you weren’t counting on?
Before I can talk to you about Disco Elysium, I’m going to need to talk to you about Planescape: Torment
…did that arrive from Amazon? Did mom’s Alan Jackson DVD show up? Did her favorite soap show up? OH MY GOSH HOW IS CHRISTMAS NEXT WEEK.
I don’t think I have ever encountered a person that does not like Dire Straits, and Mark Knopfler and Co. pretty much saved rock n roll during the 80s from glam, hair bands, and synthy pop music.
If you’re hoping to do nothing, this is probably the last weekend for a while where that’s an option
On a coworker who spent a summer drawing thousands of whales in chalk and the great work of storytelling that came from that.
You know the thing where key team members all start taking vacation?
Yeah, well, it’s started.
Imagine using a machine to synthesize molecules by adding/removing hydrogen atoms. Now imagine making a game of it.
Zachtronics has made another game that makes me feel dumb: Molek-Synetz
It is good to spend time with relatives.
It is good to go home afterwards.
Have you ever flipped on the radio during Thanksgiving, only to find that your local station is playing an 18-minute song about a restaurant, twenty-seven 8 x 10 colored glossy photographs, and a “Massacree?”
This week I rewatched the wonderful Robert Bresson film Pickpocket and realized it’s one movie that plays like another until the last few minutes.
Not really a review, not yet. Just some answers to some questions you might have about the game.
Coworker came in yesterday morning and we sat and drank our morning caffeine and discussed the day and the upcoming holidays and upgrading his old CRT television.
On a recommendation from a local poet, I have started reading the short stories of an American master of the form, and was greatly rewarded for the effort.