I'm growing older all the time. It's getting to the point where it's embarrassing.
I think Dark Souls is a work of art that belongs in a museum. The Royal Ontario Museum disagrees, but I think I'm starting to wear them down.
When I was in grade 5 I went to school as Robin for Halloween. The costume was basically a pair of green lady tights and a tunic that had to be Velcroed at the crotch like a baby's onesie. My self esteem never fully recovered.
I believe Alan Wake was criminally under-appreciated. It's unclear if this notion stems from a legitimate love of the game, or my loyalty to any piece of media that is going to include tracks from Nick Cave, Poe, and Depeche Mode.
Some of my stuff has been front-paged. I'm super proud!
There are two kinds of ways of looking at love. The first is the kind espoused by the Beatles. This is the kind of feelgood generalized love that binds us together as a society, lifts us spiritually, and is the hidden secret of the universe – that "the love you take is equal to the love you make".
Then there is the kind of love written about by ABBA (yes, ABBA, stay with me here). Where love is a savage and brutal game filled with emotional victors, and decimated, heartbroken losers. Where "The Winner Takes It All".
And in this case, that winner is Crackity Jones! Congratulations Crackity, you have a new pile of indie games to snuggle up with at night!
(Of course, there is also the type of love written about by Nick Cave, which is twisted, weird, and usually ends with a dead body or two. We're not going to talk about that love.)