In the Beginning was the Logos

"Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world." The Second Coming -- William Butler Yeats I'm alone. In the dark of the basement, blue screens shadow the room with cold, cold light. Sound echoes off the concrete floor. The vast wasteland of game hours remain a solitary excursion into other worlds.

In Defense of Freedom

I have something I need to discuss with the Gaming Public. It's a matter critical to our shared hobby. Every day that it's ignored leaves us tiptoeing closer to the edge of oblivion. Not the game, but the place (though the game itself is involved). Much like an explosive brassiere, it's a delicate yet dangerous matter that I have feared to touch.

June 19th - 24th

In truth, I really enjoy this time of year, because I can finally catch up on the gaming goodness I've had to put on hold through busier times.

My Valventine

As noted in a recent Gamedaily Biz article, the games industry, for a variety of reasons, is not particularly driven by individual celebrity.

That Other Word That Starts With FU

As a rule, I do not like to be struck with things. Bricks, garbage cans, foreign coins, pointy sticks, and especially toilets are a few among the many and populous list of things with which I do not wish to be struck. For one thing, a good striking usually hurts, but for another it's just plain rude and often complicates what are otherwise good and meaningful relationships.

Now the World Has Gone to Bed

People have often remarked to me that I'll never know what I have, until I lose it. Living in Maine as I do, and with the summer solstice fast approaching, that's certainly true of the nocturnal hours, which, through their excruciating absence of late, I've recently discovered are essential to my own mental well-being.

Guild Wars: Factions

A Postmodern Dialog INT: ITALIAN CAFE, MANHATTAN - DAY A small cafe, reminiscent of the old Italian coffeehouses of McDougall street in the village. The espresso machine is a tentacled hairdo of brass piping and weathered wood. Behind it stands a 19-year-old, pierced BARRISTA, cute. It's raining. RABBIT enters. Disheveled, eyes baggy from one too many martinis and 4 hours of sleep.

June 12th - June 17th

I've never understood all the Metal Gear Solid love. Both times I have played, once on the PS1 and once on the PS2, it took about four hours before I became exhausted, bored, and frustrated with the game.

A Return to Black Mesa

It is very nearly a rule that when my flatmate Gavin gets ahold of some shiny, new PC game, you may find me hunched before my aged rig, playing the prior iteration thereof, and pretending to be just as happy as he. He plays Oblivion; I "re-explore" Morrowind.