Scott lives up here now, and not just lives up here but works up here, and when I say "up here" I don't mean the Greater Seattle Metro Area but specifically right down the hall. If he gets hungry, and I am hungry at the same time, we can go eat lunch. Maybe that seems like some normal shit, but the stats prior to this state of affairs placed us at about one lunch per decade.

Only three panels? No beautiful colors by Steve Hamaker? No rad letters by Erica Greco? I suppose it will have to do. Strong topic, though. Like the content. Certainly, I can vouch for the writing.

It's true!  There's a whole episode about the Time 100 stuff, if you're interested.

The last page of Lookouts: A Boy Must Learn is here. At least, for now. Next time in, sooner than later I hope, we'll deal with The Daughters.

Just two more pages of Lookouts to go, and here is the first of them. This is the fantasy equivalent of the bonus round, where all points are doubled, and the penalties for failure become progressively more grim.

Lookouts? Oh, yes.

Lookouts continues, and Gabriel keeps nailing it. Please don't tell him I said so.

If you are rocking it in an indie style, and what you are doing is truly badical, we want very much to hear from you.  Every year we offer up free floorspace for ten developers, and there's no reason your game can't be in there. 

Look out! It's the, um... Lookouts. Listen, I'm trying here.

One of many incredible memories from PAX East involved a processor giveaway. 

While we were at PAX East, a time which is at once incomprehensibly ancient and yet concurrent with the now, we suggested to attendees that we would set ourselves to the task of creating more Lookouts. It wasn't pure fiction, because I wanted it to be true. Does that count?

We'll have something set up soon that will automatically update you when this happens, but for now, we have a channel called PATV and there is a new episode of The 4th Panel based (partially) on the comic entitled "Purgatory."  

Is he actually listening to me when I say things?

I get mail every day asking us to weigh in on this Roger Ebert thing. It's really not worth getting worked up about in my opinion. Of course video games are art. They are nothing but art. They are art piled on top of more art.

There are many, many replies to Roger Ebert's reeking ejaculate, from measured Judo-inspired reversals of momentum to primal shrieks which communicate rage in a harrowing, proto-linguistic state.  Thatgamecompany's Kellee Santiago chose to respond to him, which gave the whole thing a kind of symmetry, seeing as it was her TED speech that drove that wretched, ancient warlock into his original spasm.