I’ve been thinking seriously about going back and self-censoring a bunch of my posts, and generally trying to make things a little more professional, distasteful to me though that is.
Then I read this comic and I feel much less inclined to change one goddamn thing.
It’s time to start writing again. Rock.
You’ve probably read it already, but I just wanted to say that I think today’s Penny Arcade is one of the best in recent memory.
Oh man, I’m definitely going to have to buy a copy of this. Thanks, Gabe!
Fire up your telnet clients or terminal windows, friends—and make some popcorn. It’s time to watch a movie.
Holy crap. Yoka Wao fell 2 meters from a stage wire.
That’s just weird. I sure hope she’s alright. What do you think is going to happen to the stage manager? Somebody’s going to get blamed for this, and it ain’t gonna be pretty.
I think a few people might be interested in these Katamari Damacy T-shirts, which are both actually official designs done by the game creators, and are being printed by Panic, a… a Macintosh software developer.
Given how weird the game is, I guess that makes sense.
I finally got around to revising the Japan Hierarchy and created a short FAQ to go along with its new place in my static pages.
Somebody made baked oatmeal! And they took pictures!
My day is made.
Clarissa already linked to this, but it’s awesome and I don’t want to forget about it. Here’s a guy who created his own bookcase secret door, complete with book-triggered latch mechanism.
I think the only reason I would ever want my own house would be to do stuff like this.
In these troubled times, staving off despair with a flickering, ever-fainter beacon of hope can be difficult. Just remember that somewhere, out there, a Japanese man is building miniature robot gladiators out of cardboard packaging.