This might seem like a no-brainer, but the job of a stay-at-home parent is one where you try to squeeze the most productivity into limited free time. Most of my day is spent keeping little Halford happy and distracted. This is achieved by keeping his diaper clean, his stomach full and his little developing brain occupied. During the 10 or so hours that my wife is at work that leaves me an hour, at most, to get shit done. (more…)
I haven’t missed an E3 in ages. To be honest, they all start to blur together after all these years. In order to figure out which year was my first E3 I had to browse videos of the Nintendo booth to find the lineup I remember. Turns out it was 2001 – there were crowds around the demo stations for Rogue Squadron II. Which is a little amusing considering the fact that nobody really talks about or cares for that game any more. I also recall seeing StarFox Adventures, which kind of shoehorned Fox McCloud into the the long-gestating Nintendo 64 game Dinosaur Planet. (more…)
It’s only my second day as a stay-at-home dad and I’m already in tears. Halford sleeps fitfully in my lap – he’s on top of a Boppy nursing pillow. I should be stealing a nap while the kid sleeps. It’s only 10 in the morning, but I’m already feeling worn out. (more…)
My wife, Alexis, makes lists. It’s 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…)
The following is a transcript of an exchange between Gus Mastrapa and his mother that originally appeared on Robotstreetgang. We are reprinting it on Unwinnable to celebrate the release of Manhunt on PSN this week. To preserve the integrity and gritty realism of the dialogue, no edits have been made. (more…)
Thanks, Mom.
There’s a long list of writers, directors, artists and musicians who have influenced me. Recently I wrote about how the science fiction author Douglas Adams helped lead me down the left hand path towards atheism. But I would have never read Adams or countless others if not for one woman. My mother had more to do with me becoming the person I am today than any teacher ever did. And she did it behind the wheel of a faded fire-engine red Ford Fairmont station wagon. (more…)
When it comes to the “Big Four,” I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that Slayer trailed in last place for me. Part of the problem was that they were too fucking scary. Slayer albums were ugly, satanic-looking things that looked like they were cobbled together in blood and flesh by some addled madman. I preferred the austere, somewhat boneheaded symbolism of Metallica’s album covers. Lady Justice is crumbling because the government is all messed up, you know? (more…)
