Money

That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb Maybe get a blister on your little finger Maybe get a blister on your thumb -- "Money for Nothing" - Dire Straits On June 21st, 2006, 4 gentlemen changed the world. OK, maybe not.

June 26th to July 2nd

Just in time for the first bout of summer holidays, a solid few games are coming out to fill in when the rain keeps you inside.

The Art School Girl

She sits down on the couch, her legs crossed so she can turn to face me. We've been in the apartment about 40 minutes or so, an artist-sized apartment with hardwood floors, cluttered with newspapers and magazines. The apartment is above the pottery studio and gallery where she works, the walls at odd angles like someone was trying too hard to seem artistic.

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.

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