Month: March 2005

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2005 Spring Premieres.

The problem came when I sat down to start writing about them: after I filled in the “formula” line for each show I watched, there was nothing left to say.

Eno vs. Crow: Fight!

It’s like a Rorschach Test for your musical allegiances.

My Own Private Portland.

The Portland of My Own Private Idaho is the PDX of fifteen years ago.

World of Warcraft. (City Pages)

My review of World of Warcraft is now up at City Pages.

Steamboy.

Steamboy isn’t really about narrative, it’s about technology. (Or perhaps “SCIENCE!”; shout it in your best Thomas Dolby voice.)

UPDATE system_options SET multi_acquisition_ind = ‘Y’; (Sorry, old inside joke.)

All of this morning’s big news seems to involve big business deals between big companies.

Angel, Season 5.

Notes on the final season of Angel. There are some mild spoilers, but none of it ever made any sense anyway, so reading on probably won’t hurt too much.

So. So? So!

I’m a total idiot when it comes to grammar, so there’s probably some part of speech that I’ve never heard of that explains the use of “so” at the beginning of a sentence. If there is, will someone let me know before I drive myself nuts?

Idle Thumbs on Orsinal.

You can hardly blame them for being lulled into a liminal state by Halim’s deceptively simple, airily seductive games.

Blue book?

There are times when I wonder what the hell I was thinking when I signed up for this.

Games journalism, new and old.

Setting up an opposition between the everyday game reviews that UK Resistance defends and the more reflective pieces that the Guardian promotes is an apples/oranges affair; the only thing the two types of writing have in common are that they both concern video games.

Encouraging casual play in World of Warcraft and Tale in the Desert.

Slate has an article on the ways in which World of Warcraft and City of Heros encourage less-than-obsessive gameplay.

Kingdom of Loathing.

When I walked into the Haiku Dungeon, I assumed the name was a pun or something. I didn’t expect to discover that all the descriptions in there were, in fact, written in haiku.

Vertigo.

I don’t know why it took me so long, but I finally figured out why I find Alfred Hitchcock’s movies so off-putting: they kinda suck.

Diner Dash. (PopMatters)

My review of Diner Dash is now up at PopMatters.

Casual games: playing one thing at a time.

While the latest big-budget, big-scale Metal Gear Solid and Resident Evil games garner lots of attention and sales, I find myself drawn more and more these days towards casual games.