I’ll admit right from the get-go that I’m probably a bit biased when it comes to Michael Jan Krizik’s Reverie. If you take a look in the readme, you might see why: I did a little playtesting for this WAD back in the day, when the pieces were still coming together. I’m not sure my feedback was all that helpful, but just being able to play a WAD before it’s released publicly has a way of endearing you to the final product more than you might have been otherwise. That’s not to say Reverie is bad and I’m giving it
Author: scwiba
Hello, My Name is Filler Post
There I was, sitting down to write tonight’s post. And then the power went out. So, uh… Here — watch this adorable Grumps animation instead!
Sriracha, I’m Totally Hot For You
Dearest readers, I feel I have to be honest with you. I am one of… those people. One of those people hopelessly obsessed — consumed with burning passion, you might say — for that condiment they call Sriracha. I put it on sandwiches, veggies, mac and cheese — in dips and salsas — on eggs, pasta, burritos, pierogis. Squeeze a little dab on every cracker, to go along with a slice of cheese or some hummus. Mix it with ketchup to create the Greatest Condiment Known to Man. Test out a new recipe that turns out terrible? Nice long squirt
Spring Cleaning
Spring! It’s still technically spring — according to Google, anyhow. You know what that means, right? We’ve still got time for spring cleaning! Remember when spring cleaning meant just a little dusting, some vacuuming — washing the hard floors and windows, maybe? If you’re real hardcore, you threw open the closet doors that all year have hid a whole bunch of useless junk you didn’t know what to do with before. I’m really good at that one. “What? Someone’s coming over? Throw all this crap in the closet! Check it out; look how organized I am!” Meanwhile, there’s a pile
The Italics Dilemma: A Call For Revolution
Every English class I’ve ever been in has drilled into my brain the conventions for dropping titles in writing. Italics, italics, italics! (Or quotes sometimes.) And I’ve taken a lot of English classes. You probably know the rundown if you’ve ever been in an English class. You also probably don’t really care, at least in your everyday writing. Why should you? It’s pointless and irrelevant minutiae, right? Well, English majors love pointless and irrelevant minutiae; let me tell you.
The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here: In Which I Somehow End Up Talking Mostly About Doom
I admit this without shame: for me, Alice in Chains is — like a disturbing number of things in my life, come to think of it — forever tied to my experience with Doom. Everything comes back to Doom. It is the great wellspring from which all nerdlove flows. When it comes to Alice in Chains specifically, Doom was that pushy matchmaker friend, pestering both parties despite all protestations, dragging them closer even against their will — until Alice in Chains and I came to realize we’d loved each other all along. That was sort of a weird metaphor. Okay, let
A Post About Nothing
I don’t really have much to talk about today. … Wait, I’ll think of something! Don’t leave! Let’s talk about… having nothing to talk about. Hm. That sounded more exciting in my head. Even aside from the few times I’ve not been sure what to write about, my posting habits are iffy at best. When I started this blog, I committed to a Tuesday/Thursday posting schedule, and I’ve stuck with that so far — provided you count the two or three filler posts I’ve done. The twice-a-week thing was a conceit to get writing more — not just on here
How ’bout That New Wolfenstein?
Who were the fictional heroes of your childhood? I had an odd assortment of characters I looked up to myself, from the cool and current to the way-before-my-time. From Captain Picard to Captain Hawkeye Pierce. From The New Jonny Quest to the 1977 cartoon version of Bilbo Baggins. Dexter of Dexter’s Lab. Luke Skywalker. Super Mario. Link (who I may have called Zelda, depending on how early in my childhood you talked to me). But also, weirdly, this guy…
Anime Boston Part 2: The Missing Pieces
And then it was Thursday. It’s been… Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday — four days since I walked out of the convention center, for the first time all weekend, into the outside world. When I’d entered, it was cloudy and threatening a downpour. When I walked out the door, I walked into a breezy, sunny afternoon. And then suddenly it was Thursday. Sitting here those four days later, I’m unpacking, reminiscing, looking at the fliers and booklets and things that came home with me. Realizing that I made a huge mistake trying to fit the whole weekend’s adventure into a single
The Faces of Anime Boston
Before this last weekend, I had never been to a convention. Anime, videogame, Star Trek cons — nothing. I had a general idea of what happened at these sorts of things, but no real sense of what to expect. A day and a half in, and those are basically the words that came out of my mouth. “I don’t know what I was expecting.” “But this isn’t it?” she asks, to which I really have no answer. The only one I can come up with is the rather dull “I don’t know.” It feels like a thought interrupted. Was I