Saturday Morning Gaming: Deeper into Black Myth Wukong
I’ve finished the first chapter and… it’s good.
I’ve finished the first chapter and… it’s good.
They are as youthful as cool spring grass. They also have the defects of youth—youth’s impatience, unsophistication and immaturity.
That’s my first dragon since the 80s. And it might have been the best night of D&D in my whole life.
The playoffs become Groundhog’s Day, and it breeds numbness and apathy. But this year, it feels different.
If you correctly type “semillon” the first result is the Wikipedia page for Tolkien’s Silmarillion. Good for Tolkien, but bad for Sauternes and trimmed sauvignon blanc.
A fun and funny problem solved involving things lost in translation
When does an artist lose his touch? Is it when he exhausts his creative impulses, or is it when those around him stop telling him “no,” and hubris consumes his output?
The year in film is indeed weak, and the campaign for the biggest prize in the industry is indeed wide-open as we enter mid-October.
If you liked Elden Ring and wish it were more like God of War? Get this game. Get this game *NOW*.
That’s it. I just wanted to say “I don’t like change” so it had a double meaning. It’s not even a joke, really.
So, Sunday is the sister’s, Saturday is D&D, and Friday night is going to be Silent Hill 2.
There is nothing I know that gives a person this kind or amount of creative control over sound so intuitively.
There’s a conspiracy theory making the rounds that goes thusly: The Biden Administration has, at best, slow walked the recovery efforts to Hurricane Helene’s swath of destruction or, at worst, actively obstructed those efforts...
Winthrop Mackworth Praed, a respected wit and politician who died young, tuberculosis at thirty-six. There’s still a Praed Society at Eton
As a kid I loved baseball and Pete Rose. I still love baseball, but evidence demands a verdict, and I long ago had a reckoning over Pete Rose.
Remember Vampire Survivors? This is like that… EXCEPT YOU CAN AIM!
I like Tillinghast’s phrase: “major minor poet.” Ransom’s precise word choice and easy formalism are things of wonder.