My wife, Alexis, makes lists. Its her way of planning, staving off worry. It doesn’t always work. People who know Alexis know that her knitted brow often mutates into a scowl. She’s not mad, just thinking about all the shit that needs to get done, worrying about whether it will get done and fearing the consequences of failing to get said shit done. You’d frown too. (more…)
We don’t tend to notice the spaces in videogames – physical spaces, headspaces, spaces you run in between and duck behind for cover, spaces that equate to the hollow of existential turmoil, like a long linear tunneling corridor where your only option is to run forward. (more…)
This week the team has Sam Machkovech from The Daily and Steve Haske from A Jumps B Shoots and EGM!
At some point I will have to explain to my child/niece/heir/parole officer/inexplicably sentient pug how and where I met my wife, Alexis. It’ll be a chat trickier to broach than the birds-and-bees talk. And it’ll certainly be tougher than the “here’s why the last three generations of humanity let the world go to hell” discussion. I’ll have to come clean eventually, though. Maybe the kid will be smart (and curious enough) to Google this: we both worked in the editorial offices of Hustler magazine. But it was videogames, kid/beneficiary/sir/pup, not porn, that brought us together. (more…)
