I’m more excited about the Wii Internet Channel than I should be.
Now I can have my cake and watch it, too, even when I’m away from home. My parents have broadband access.
A wishlist of things I’d like to see at “the intersection between Web 2.0 and MMOGs.”
Time Magazine chose “You” as its Person of the Year.
Is it wrong that the first thing I did after getting my hair cut was to update my Mii?
When I play Gunpey, though, I still feel a little bit of that technomancy, as if the innocent little puzzle game was channelling something bigger than itself.
If you’re going to go to the trouble of remaking your entire game, why not just take the extra step and make a new game?
Instead of having to spread clues and red herrings out over 22 episodes, TV shows can treat the broken-up season as two separate mini-seasons, complete with mysteries that get solved, red herrings that get deboned, and in Lost’s case, more of the usual non-answers to lingering questions.
I’m listening to Joanna Newsom’s album, Ys, for the third time today, and I’m still not sure what to make of it.
I don’t remember many of my dreams, but I had a nightmare last night that stuck with me, if only because it was so unbelievably dorktacular.