Friday, February 27, 2015
I remember reading about this in a magazine years ago. (It had to be years. Who reads entertainment magazines anymore?) Supposedly, when the kid who plays Indy kisses Marion, it was his first kiss ever. That's crazy. And a little awkward. Who wants their first kiss to be immortalized on VHS?
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
It seems just a few years ago space games was a dried-up genre. Now we have Kerbal Space Program, Sins of a Solar Empire, Space Engineers, and my current favorite, Elite: Dangerous. It just keeps getting better and better. Still on the horizon: Star Citizen, No Man's Sky, and a ton of others I'm currently forgetting.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Just dropping in to let you know I'm still alive...
I'm loving The Escapists, too, which I purchased on a whim. It took me nearly thirty (in-game) days to escape from the first prison level, but in my defense I haven't been consulting internet guides and I got lured into the surprisingly pleasant monotony of working out with my homies and making license plates all day.
I've been rereading a lot of my favorites lately. Neuromancer is a masterpiece any way you look at it and I've been looking at it from a host of different angles recently. It blows my mind Gibson was around my age when he wrote the novel. Every time I think about it I feel self-conscious about my own work. I try hard to bring the same level of texture to my own fiction. Neuromancer isn't a book that merely goes out of its way to avoid flowery prose, it throws it in a dungeon and tortures it.
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What sucks about living in Oklahoma is the local news really oversells how bad the winter weather's going to get, presumably to boost ratings, so nowadays you never know when it's the real deal. A local hardware store is usually selling a ton of salt, sand, and shovels at this point, but an interview with the manager claimed only one person has stocked up on such supplies. When I was at the grocery store earlier I noticed a shocking abundance of bread and milk.
And guess what? I just heard thunder. I can hear sleet pinging the outside of my window unit. Time to curl up with some comics, I suppose. Speaking of which, I like Marvel's new Star Wars comics, but at the same time I refuse to believe Luke and Vader came face-to-face between Episodes 4 and 5. It just skews the pre-existing stuff and, if one were to take it as canon, disrupts a bit of the overall rhythm. Or something. I don't know.