Friday, September 4, 2009

Ron Gilbert's 1UP.com Interview

Okay, well, I haven't posted to this blog since December, but this is worth sharing: http://www.1up.com/do/feature?cId=3175862

An excellent interview with a world-class game designer who isn't afraid to carve out new territory.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Doomworld Interview

Recently, I was interviewed by Doomworld as part of their celebration of "15 Years of Doom."  It was a privilege to have taken part in the interview, the contents of which can be found here.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Election Update

This just in.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Statbuilder: Cooler Than You

Statbuilder blithely eschews the bulky encumbrances of traditional RPG's - pesky annoyances such as art, story, music, art, character, and depth of character - and focuses instead on statistics. Stats, if you will. An RPG's bread and butter. Its cheese and its whiz.

Oh, and clicking. Statbuilder focuses on clicking. Lots and lots of clicking. (Listen, those stats aren't going to build themselves. You must click!)

Whether you're a long-time fan or a short-time something else, you can finally enjoy Statbuilder again for the first time - courtesy of the fine folks at Backburner Games.

The online version of Statbuilder is called World of Warcraft.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Hey Jood

I've been singing and playing guitar for decades, and I'm not nearly this talented.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Dr. Horrible


There's no excuse for not watching this. Unless you don't like fun.

998, Red Elvises

I'm two hours away from having invested 1,000 hours in Phantasy Star Universe. Part of me wonders whether I'll actually reach the 1,000-hour mark. Lately, I play the game on and off, in shorter and shorter bursts. Each new play session is half as long as the previous session.

In other news, last night Donna and I got together with some friends, and we took in a fantastic show by the Red Elvises - a kickass, straightforward, "good-time rock 'n' roll" band formed 8 years ago by a couple of Russian political refugees. Imagine American pop fed back to Americans by eager-to-please, pajama-clad lounge lizards rocketed straight out of the Eastern Bloc, and you'll basically get the picture.

It was an awesome show, and we partied like Russian rock stars.