Music Roundup Monday: "Trophy Lost in a Crowd"

Ahhhh. Just finished a great game of DCC. It was an excellent dungeon, designed by one of the other players. We probably shouldn't have stepped on the Pear of Eternal Life. Huh. Yeah. Probably. 

The Dead Maggies - "Jorgen Jorgenson"

Mischief Brew - "Coffee, God, and Cigarettes"

Drug Church - "Hit  Your Head, Greedy"

Beast in the Field - "The Sacred Above, The Sacred Below"

Bat For Lashes - "Trophy"

Fantastic Negrito - "Lost in a Crowd"

Don Henley - "Dirty Laundry"

Cool Stuff Sunday: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

Can we get rid of Daylight Savings already? It made sense when farmers needed the extra daylight, etc. etc. But now tractors have floodlights, and most of us aren't farmers anyway. All it does anymore is screw up peoples' sleep schedules. Like mine. WHAT ABOUT ME, PEOPLE?

Vampyr is a game that's looking a little Dark Soulsy. And I'm okay with that.

The Sinking City is an open-world Lovecraftian investigation game. I likey. 

Wonder how the holochess board was animated in The Force Awakens?

"Stormtrooper" is a song about a stormtrooper. I'm...enthralled. 

The Division's hostages are just lazy. 

Fallen London is coming to iOS and Android. It's a text-based game set in the same world as Sunless Sea, and it's pretty cool. 

A baby can beat Street Fighter V's story mode. No. Really. 

Adam Savage builds a Hellboy sword. It's cool. 

Han Solo's *plot point* made his character better. 

Industrial Light and Magic has released an art portfolio for The Force Awakens. 

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Kingdom Come: Deliverance looks interesting.

Backlog Blitz: Master System, Week Three, "Dead Dud Dragon"

Ah, I do love me some cheap ramen. Mmm. Delicious. In the background of my computer, I'm transferring 4 terabytes of data from one external hard drive to another. It feels a bit ridiculous. Anyway. Old games. Terrible old games. 

Last Month's Games; "Games I Should Have Liked But Didn't"

Another week, another week's pay. Or however that saying goes. I don't really care. It was a pretty solid week, all things considered. Worked, wrote, read, played games, slept, repeated. I could live like this. Let's talk about games. Most of them I should have liked but didn't. One I should have liked and did. 

Story: "Net Maski"

James Hopkins was the sort of writer Hollywood loves. You know the type. Starving artist, typing away at night in a dingy little one-room apartment while he worked a bland data-entry job for minimum wage. Unfortunately for Jim, Hollywood wasn't directing his life, so neither a tragic death and posthumous recognition nor a loving spouse and fulfilling career lay in his future. Instead he worked at data entry. At lunch he wrote one-act plays centered around themes of ennui and disillusionment. In other words, he had a Bachelor's in English.

Wandery Wednesday: "Arcade"

I woke up this mornings with memories of arcades. No, I didn't watch Wreck-It Ralph last night. But all the same, I've spent the day thinking of two arcade cabinets in particular. My hometown didn't really have arcades, see. I grew up at the tail end of arcades being a thing. Even the local movie theaters only had one or two dingy cabinets, maybe Area 51 or Street Fighter. If you wanted a "real" arcade, you drove an hour or two to Chuck-E-Cheese. (Or was it Freddie Fazbear's? Eh.) And Chuck-E-Cheese had two cabinets that lured me in every time I got to go there. I spent all my tokens on two games in particular. That, and skee-ball, because the attendants didn't care that you could stand right up by the skee-ball targets and just drop the balls into the 10k point hole. Easy way to get some tickets for cheap tat. 

Poem: "Anord"

I am the better demon of your nature. 

Against law I stand, 

A prince of chaos

Upending your stagnant life.
I am the seven-year itch. 

I am the lust for glory.

I am the hunger for power. 

I speak in the tongue of a clanging alarm

As you sleepwalk off to sacrifice yourself

To corporate idols. 

My avatar is your half-finished novel, 

Your neglected bandsaw, 

Your unborn child. 

My commandment is this:
Live. 

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I actually quite like my job. That said, if I could support myself by writing, I would.