Originally published in, I believe, the August issue of Play Magazine, split into a few blurbs across a two-page spread. I thought it rather worked in that format.
While everyone is freaking out about the economy, some trends are older and more reliable. Over the last decade, as the game industry has become big business and budgets have skyrocketed, yet everyone has continued to produce more less the same material, more and more groups and individuals have had to compromise.
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(June 30th, 2009 @ 1:27pm)
Ah yes, Badart; one of the preeminent degenerate painters.
(June 15th, 2009 @ 10:35pm)
I am amazed, when I watch real television, how many commercials I’m subjected to. How do people muster the patience to sit through all of this?
I just stopped watching Conan O’Brien; I figure I can see it online when I wake.
(June 12th, 2009 @ 12:03am)
This looks like it’s going to be a pretty good show too. It’s like the WB commissioned a live-action series based on a Japanese anime remake of Blade Runner (directed by Ryutaro Nakamura), and fitted it with Battlestar trappings.
Basically what it seems to exist to do is explore all the culture that’s only kind of hinted in the parent show. There, you get all these groups and their dynamics — Capricans, Taurans, Gemini — yet never a real sense what any of it means. It doesn’t matter.
There are a couple of genius ideas in here. One of them is a pretty simple wardrobe choice that’s meant to show that this takes place “about fifty, sixty years ago”. The other is a bit more central. Kind of the point of the whole enterprise, actually. Which, I guess, is good.
(June 11th, 2009 @ 3:08am)
Just patched my pants in two places. I had already stitched up the knee where I tore it on the pavement a while back. It took three attempts; finally I got it pretty good and solid. When I fell I must also have begun tears on a small part of the seat and a corner of one of the rear pockets; the tears only made themselves evident about a week ago.
So I found some black material, stuck it in place and stiffened it with Elmer’s, then meticulously stitched it all together. The pocket was trickier; it took needle-nose pliers and my repeating the same stitches beyond ready count, so as to strengthen them. All told, it took about three hours.
This is nice. I’ve also mended my jacket, slightly. I’m starting to really own these clothes now.
I must work on my imagination, though. Even now images keep flashing of my jerking the needle and accidentally stabbing myself in the eye. Just in time for dreams! This should be fun.
(June 9th, 2009 @ 5:11am)
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