Kotaku is, like any other coherent entity, an ingot of unforgivable sin anodized with a millimeter of virtue. Look, I don't know what I tell you: I grew up in Church. I'm saying nothing about Kotaku that I wouldn't say about myself. I go to Kotaku like a hundred times a day. I've described on many occasions how their job is not actually possible and I have tremendous sympathy for what is required of them - to be both universal and incisive in their every word and deed - in an endless, recursive, public hellscape of Sisyphus two-point-oh.

We were still talking about Big Bang Theory after we wrote Friday's Strip, and how my mom likes it because "that's how I am," which is a comment that is abrasive to the surface of the brain.

This is just a conversation we had, but it could probably do with a bit of aftermarket modification.

It was "The Christmas In September" yesterday, and Grab was surprisingly reasonable. There was very little lording over which was a delicious change of pace. This moment of gentle reflection would not have been grist for a comic strip.

I tend to think of games in terms of lineage. It's a two tier system where the games themselves have something like progeny, but the designers also exist in a kind of parallel continuum. There's people where I'm simply going to buy any game they make, and there's franchises I'll endure no end of abuse from. So, let's take a look at where Dropmix exists.

Outside of Twitter or email, I don't let strangers talk to me on the Internet. I just don't do it. Generally speaking their "insights" about my identity fall into a few very staid categories and I feel confident I've experienced the flavor ridges of that particular narrative arc. I'm not resting on my anodized laurels though: I'm getting into the conversation in a big way, and there's been some interest in the novel mode of my dialectic.

I'm still thinking about my SCA shit up at last weekend's Banner War, partly because I got sick there so I've had a lot of time to lie completely motionless except for wracking coughs and the occasional turn, as meat is turned on a grill, to let the mucus collect in the other lobe of my sinuses.

Gabriel mostly sat in confusion after the comment at Curriculum Night; he doesn't really start or maintain beef in realspace.

There was talk of trying the Leviathan raid, and it sounded pretty good to me, but then I realized that numbers were real and my numbers were very, very low. I'm much closer now; Greazy-E and I are gonna try to crack the 260 barrier on this afternoon's stream around 2 PDT. Stop by?

Stripped of its makeshift ironic armor, the events of the strip are quite true. A father hand-made a custom universe for his son and as a result Hearts got warmed.

I've wrapped up the main campaign for Destiny 2, and a bunch of stuff happens in it but the main, important thing is I can create a special, magical hole - and everyone's invited. Hole benefits include:

My son Gabe invited a few of his friends to PAX this year and the group of them set off to experience the show on their own for the first time. They came back raving about a game they saw called Lightseekers that I had heard of and thought was a “Toys to Life” sort of thing I'd heard about on Kickstarter. I have to admit that after Disney Infinity kicked the bucket I sort of figured the genre was dead. I mean, if Disney can’t make it work who can? I let them take me over to the booth the next day though and I am glad I did because “Toys to Life” doesn’t really do Lightseekers justice.

E3 was always a very safe show, money-wise - it's a fully operational media battle station, as opposed to a mall. You're supposed to go and salivate in anticipation of a meal six months hence. That's not necessarily true at a PAX show, partly because of its origin as a community show like a Comic or Anime convention. The Expo Floor is really an outgrowth of the Dealer's Rooms we used to be situated in, where one could quite easily purchase a comic where Malfoy spanks Harry or, indeed, a paddle and the accoutrements required to recreate such scenes in the home.

I added the part about Raid Gear, but I understand a conversation very much like this happened last night. By the time I joined Gabe and Kara online, what you might call our Classic Fireteam Configuration, Gabriel The Younger had already been exiled to the Darklands, where youths play not.

It's always a little surprising to be writing a newspost in the middle of a PAX, but, you know. It's four days now. PAX East is gonna be four days now, too - did you hear? It'll be starting on the Thursday of that week.

The new Madden's "Longshot" campaign is really interesting to me. Not, like, "buy Madden" interesting. Let's not get carried away. But the weak and callow Gabriel has - again - failed in precisely this way.