Just a quick update. Everybody's doing very well. Work is busy, wife is busy, kids are busy.
Decided to bury Content Police Episode 4, for a long list of reasons. Listened to it again with wife, and she agreed. Crazy sound artifacts, massive volume differentials, disturbing pacing, it was a mess. 'Course, that's what happens when you try to record with a three-year-old running in and out of the room every five minutes.
We started Lost: Season 2 over the weekend, and I'm much more skeptical going in this time around.
When I do jigsaw puzzles, I start with the borders. I build the outline of the image, and fill in all the gaps.
Lost works from the inside out, and you have no clue how big the puzzle is going to be in the end. Just keep adding pieces. At this rate, I'm afraid there might be no possible way that they can wrap up all of their storylines with any satisfying closure.
It's still engaging, and the characterization is strong, but I'm unsure. My secret suspicion is that Americans have been so numbed by plotless entertainment for so long, that we're dazzled at the appearance of actual complexity. See 24, X-Files, etc.
I just finished reading Watchmen and V for Vendetta again, and I'm astounded at how complete they are. Alan Moore lays out the borders of the puzzle, and fills in the pieces one by one. At the end, you're staring at a mural, painted with a brush with a single horsehair bristle. It's intricate, a thing of beauty (regardless of how ugly the subject matter is).
Anyhoo. Kafka is fine once in a while, but not every day.
Have a good week.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Injustice?
You want injustice?
Try looking down at your 5-month-old son and suddenly realizing that he's going to be better looking than you are.
Much better looking.
This planet sucks.
Try looking down at your 5-month-old son and suddenly realizing that he's going to be better looking than you are.
Much better looking.
This planet sucks.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Unemployed.
For the next two days, I'm jobless.
Which feels pretty awesome. New job starts on Monday.
Which feels pretty awesome. New job starts on Monday.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Content Police 3 is up!
All games this go-round. Write me and tell me how great it is.
Because it is great.
I will it to be so.
Content Police - Episode 3
Because it is great.
I will it to be so.
Content Police - Episode 3
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Where the heck have I been?
I have no idea.
I know I was in Ohio for some reason. Round on the ends, hi in the middle.
I'm switching jobs.
I'm consciously spending more time with Wife-Lady.
Status of current projects:
- Content Police 3 and 4 have been recorded and are undergoing cleanup.
- Untitled comic strip issue 1 is agonizingly close to being finished. As in, I feel physical pain every time I think about it. See? Agonizing.
- Kate is undergoing intensive speech training in our home, and she is no longer terrified of potty-training.
Did I leave anything out? Man, that looks like a short list. Part of me wishes the list was longer, the rest of me is so glad it's not.
I can't wait for the job switch, just so I can have a normal schedule. I don't even remember what not being on call 24/7 is like.
I'm most productive when I'm regular.
Wait.
I know I was in Ohio for some reason. Round on the ends, hi in the middle.
I'm switching jobs.
I'm consciously spending more time with Wife-Lady.
Status of current projects:
- Content Police 3 and 4 have been recorded and are undergoing cleanup.
- Untitled comic strip issue 1 is agonizingly close to being finished. As in, I feel physical pain every time I think about it. See? Agonizing.
- Kate is undergoing intensive speech training in our home, and she is no longer terrified of potty-training.
Did I leave anything out? Man, that looks like a short list. Part of me wishes the list was longer, the rest of me is so glad it's not.
I can't wait for the job switch, just so I can have a normal schedule. I don't even remember what not being on call 24/7 is like.
I'm most productive when I'm regular.
Wait.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Not blogging the Emmys.
I promise, I'm not blogging the Emmys.
But Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert just made Jolene laugh until she cried. I've never seen that happen before.
Thanks guys, that was awesome.
"KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD!"
But Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert just made Jolene laugh until she cried. I've never seen that happen before.
Thanks guys, that was awesome.
"KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD!"
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Congrats to the Kneilien!
So, Neil got hitched to his sweetheart Eden today!
Not that it matters, but Eden receives my full endorsement and approval as a bride.
I guess Neil's sort of okay, too.
Best wishes to the newlyweds.
Sometimes I have a really hard time believing my version of reality is really happening. Why, it only seems like yesterday when Neil was jury-rigging Nintendo controllers into footpedals so he could jump-hack Megaman 3.
Our little buddy is all grown up. Sorta.
Congratulation!
Not that it matters, but Eden receives my full endorsement and approval as a bride.
I guess Neil's sort of okay, too.
Best wishes to the newlyweds.
Sometimes I have a really hard time believing my version of reality is really happening. Why, it only seems like yesterday when Neil was jury-rigging Nintendo controllers into footpedals so he could jump-hack Megaman 3.
Our little buddy is all grown up. Sorta.
Congratulation!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Ferris Bueller's Doomsday Off
The Introversion guys are at it again.
Check out the vids for their new game DEFCON.
The cool Global Thermonuclear War game from Wargames is finally a reality. And it only took 23 years.
Check out the vids for their new game DEFCON.
The cool Global Thermonuclear War game from Wargames is finally a reality. And it only took 23 years.
In case you haven't heard me rant and rave about these guys yet, here it comes again. Introversion is the last of the basement game programmers. Their product is pure, untarnished gaming fun. No publisher-tweaked elements to fit a demographic. No flashy graphics. The beauty is in the simplicity of their projects. Their stuff is uncluttered and elegant, like pixelated haiku.
Play Uplink, and immerse yourself in paranoia as you crack corporate networks while your connection is traced.
Play Darwinia, and feel that spooky sense of loss as a group of AI constructs hold a funeral for a fallen brother.
And now, witness Mutually Assured Destruction in the sterile glow of a vector-traced display.
I'm optimistic. I trust these guys. I'm a very picky consumer, and my consumer-sense is tingling.
The only way to win is not to play, but I wanna play anyway.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Just flew back from SLC...
... and boy, are my arms tired.
Good trip, long hours. Brother Troy came down and we hung out. Threw a rated-G bachelor party for Neil, who is to be wed in a week or so.
The kids missed me, which is nice. For two or three days after every business trip, Kate makes me her personal servant. She wants nothing to do with Mom, and demands my every waking moment. It's fun, but unnerving how dictatorial she can be.
Good to be home.
Good trip, long hours. Brother Troy came down and we hung out. Threw a rated-G bachelor party for Neil, who is to be wed in a week or so.
The kids missed me, which is nice. For two or three days after every business trip, Kate makes me her personal servant. She wants nothing to do with Mom, and demands my every waking moment. It's fun, but unnerving how dictatorial she can be.
Good to be home.
Friday, August 04, 2006
The Secret Origin Story...
Been thinking lately about the manner in which I was inculcated (or, more generously, indoctrinated) into comics, and how it has influenced my tastes now.
My first comics experiences had nothing to do with superheroes. I had a friend in second grade, in upstate New York, who got ahold of his father's comics and brought them to school. It was a cardboard box, full of them. The day he happened to bring them in was my birthday. I was probably six. Him, being in a generous mood, gave them to me. I'm sure his Dad was thrilled to find out that his beloved collection was passed off to some random kid at school.
It was a box full of treasures. Old Gold Key Magnus: Robotfighter issues, EC horror comics, Frankenstein, Dracula, war comics.
And maybe one or two issues of Spiderman.
The Spiderman stuff wasn't what stuck in my head. It was the horror comics. Dracula, hovering over another victim. Frankenstein, stomping away from raging mobs. African headhunters, summoning gigantic monstrous ant-gods to devour whitey explorers. Trench warriors, bayoneting German enemies in a muddy field of some unnamed European country.
It was awesome.
I spent hours with those things.
My mom burned them, promptly.
It was like burning my dog alive. I was pretty upset. I don't know if I cried, I don't remember.
Anyway, I wonder why I feel so strongly about non-superhero comics, and I can't help but think that my first exposure to them has a great deal to do with it.
I wasn't completely in love with capes and costumes, although I thought they were kind of cool.
I was looking for more giant man-eating ants.
Come to think of it, I think I still am.
My first comics experiences had nothing to do with superheroes. I had a friend in second grade, in upstate New York, who got ahold of his father's comics and brought them to school. It was a cardboard box, full of them. The day he happened to bring them in was my birthday. I was probably six. Him, being in a generous mood, gave them to me. I'm sure his Dad was thrilled to find out that his beloved collection was passed off to some random kid at school.
It was a box full of treasures. Old Gold Key Magnus: Robotfighter issues, EC horror comics, Frankenstein, Dracula, war comics.
And maybe one or two issues of Spiderman.
The Spiderman stuff wasn't what stuck in my head. It was the horror comics. Dracula, hovering over another victim. Frankenstein, stomping away from raging mobs. African headhunters, summoning gigantic monstrous ant-gods to devour whitey explorers. Trench warriors, bayoneting German enemies in a muddy field of some unnamed European country.
It was awesome.
I spent hours with those things.
My mom burned them, promptly.
It was like burning my dog alive. I was pretty upset. I don't know if I cried, I don't remember.
Anyway, I wonder why I feel so strongly about non-superhero comics, and I can't help but think that my first exposure to them has a great deal to do with it.
I wasn't completely in love with capes and costumes, although I thought they were kind of cool.
I was looking for more giant man-eating ants.
Come to think of it, I think I still am.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Displacement
I'll be two states over in Salt Lake City this weekend.
Email me for invites to street brawls and building demolitions.
Not sure if podcasting recording will occur tomorrow. Greatly dependent on how work goes on Saturday.
Email me for invites to street brawls and building demolitions.
Not sure if podcasting recording will occur tomorrow. Greatly dependent on how work goes on Saturday.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Pretty Little Homes...
The imagery in this video sticks in my brain like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth.
Matt Fraction (Writer of Image's Casanova) and his company MK12 cooked up this little gem for the Faint's song Agenda Suicide.
Brother Troy saw the Faint in concert and they played this video in the background during their performance.
Evidently MTV banned it.
Not enough big booties shaking.
Great song, even cooler video.
Matt Fraction (Writer of Image's Casanova) and his company MK12 cooked up this little gem for the Faint's song Agenda Suicide.
Brother Troy saw the Faint in concert and they played this video in the background during their performance.
Evidently MTV banned it.
Not enough big booties shaking.
Great song, even cooler video.
Can't... Speak... Too... Good...
Holy Jumping Alligators.
Check out Mike Mignola's new animation project.
Indescribably great. I hope this takes off.
The Amazing Screw-On Head
More, please.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Content Police Episode 2 is coming, I swear.
We made another podcast. I swear, I'll get the editing done soon.
Honest.
In other news, my kids cry at everything. Like when I stand up. Or sit down. Or breathe.
It's a little unnerving.
Honest.
In other news, my kids cry at everything. Like when I stand up. Or sit down. Or breathe.
It's a little unnerving.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Bust.
Content Police Episode 2 was rescheduled due to inclement weather and jacked up personal schedules.
To make up for the lack of content, I compensated by working all weekend and not sleeping. My brain feels like one of those old operator switchboards where you plug in both ends of the cable to make a connection.
One.
Wire.
At A Time.
To make up for the lack of content, I compensated by working all weekend and not sleeping. My brain feels like one of those old operator switchboards where you plug in both ends of the cable to make a connection.
One.
Wire.
At A Time.
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