As of yesterday, the province I hail from has just passed Bill 21, which’ll make Quebec the only administration to discriminate against folks in matters of employment and public life on the basis of religion. Utter, anti-individualistic hooey.

“You are but one man.” If DOOM’s and RAGE 2’s “everything v. me” mantra taught me anything, it’s that there’s a difference between being outnumbered and outgunned. Individualist power fantasies and epic quests are and will always be my jam

Fun Canadian fact: In the beautiful province of Quebec, some brewers found it fitting to lampoon former PM Jean Chretien’s 1996 chokehold in the form of a “pugnacious strong ale,” one formally approved by the lil’ feller from Shawinigan himself.

The beginning of World War II’s end still goes down as one of the most ambitious, boldest and decisive operations in military history 75 years later.

Reached the ripe old age of 24 as of today. Hard to think I’ve trodden this spherical abode of ours for that long. Also proud to announce that I shall be pursuing a Creative Writing MFA (Fiction Specialization) at Queens University of Charlotte.

Been keeping something under wraps for a few months now and it’ll be my pleasure to unveil it on my birthday tomorrow.

Three episodes into Chernobyl. As someone who consumed and wrote several posts about artworks based on the incident, I’ve found the mini-series to be gripping. The ghastliest thing about it is the way human irrationalism overrides public safety.

Newest addition to my array of framed artworks. One can tell Epic Mickey and its portrayal of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit grew on me.

Pity that the EU elections saw a conspicuous rise in tribalist sentiments, even if their tallies weren’t quite enough to rout centre-right/left alliances. Very happy for the EFA and ALDE, however, who made gains in the likes of the UK and Germany.

Wrapped up my playthrough of Epic Mickey. Honestly amazed that such a passion project exists. Again, the things I’d do to see this kind of dark whimsy and colorful melancholy replicated, especially one with themes of abandonment and fallen glory.

Frankly I ain’t in a good mood right now. Feelings of creative triviality are resurfacing. I’ll admit that being forgotten constitutes one of my greatest fears, a fear that keeps growing despite what I do. Wish I could better my situation briskly.

I feel like I couldn't have been playing Epic Mickey at a better time given recent circumstances and feelings of neglect. Seeing cartoon figures be thrown under the bus despite their contributions mirrors the quandary I face regarding writing.

In 2004, Thief: Deadly Shadows emerged from the darkness to introduce a new generation of players to Garrett and the City. In honor of its 15th anniversary, I've decided to whip up a retrospective article on it that's now available as a C-Blog.

Taking A Look(ing Glass) at Thief: Deadly Shadows... 15 Years Later

As far as level intro shots go, Skull Island’s in Epic Mickey couldn’t be better framed. The contrast between the Mouse and the contoured monolith eerily sets the mood for what’s to come.

Couple of updates from yours truly. Firstly, Happy Victoria Day to those calling the Great White North their humble abode. Secondly, my Thief: Deadly Shadows retrospective article will be finally out sometime before the 25th.

I feel like Epic Mickey served as the catalyst for Disney's decision to have the Mouse go back to his mischievous and adventurous roots. His most recent cartoons never cease to put a smile on my face with their jokes, references and sheer energy.

The corners of my lips are still aching from the unremitting smile I bore yesterday while playing Epic Mickey. Its dark whimsy (getting mobbed by compsognathus-like bunnies never loses its charm) is something Spector and co. should be proud of.

Thursday evening mood.

Part of me wasn’t surprised by the replies I got for my thoughts on Detective Pikachu, but I’d be a liar if I said that they didn’t lack civility here and there. It’s one thing to be sarcastic or politely dissenting, it’s another to attack me.

Detective Pikachu is what happens when your standards are shackled to gaming’s in terms of storytelling. As a movie, it fails to clear its medium’s barrier of quality. The “let people enjoy things” argument won’t work if you want art to evolve.

When the stars align, one may stumble upon rare riches such as the art book for Epic Mickey. The sheer level of imagination and passion that went into conceiving the title’s premise, motifs and character is something that most artists would envy.

Know that feeling you get when you realize that you have more in common with something/one than you thought? That’s what Gibran’s The Prophet did to me. Bursting at the seams with Emerson-like wisdom that mirrors the things I believe and jot down.

Attended Sunday service at St. James United Church. Always been curious about Protestantism, especially in the context of Catholic Quebec, and came away pleased with the congregation’s down-to-earth aura. Doesn’t hurt to try out new experiences.

Cracking the Quebec Code boasts a smorgasbord of juicy data and facts on one of Canada’s most unique provinces. One of my favorites is the bit detailing how Anglo-Quebecers are considered a hybrid of Franco-Quebecer and English Canadian values.