Song of Myself
I imagine it to be raining. The drops tap against the panes of glass and I can imagine the cold wet outside and I savor my imaginary cold-weather melancholy. I have an affinity for the melancholic: It reaffirms my instincts…
I imagine it to be raining. The drops tap against the panes of glass and I can imagine the cold wet outside and I savor my imaginary cold-weather melancholy. I have an affinity for the melancholic: It reaffirms my instincts…
Adaptive difficulty is a game design concept that held a great deal of traction for a little while but has seemingly fallen out of favor recently. “The player should be challenged at all times,” is the ideal, “but never actually…
Well! I’m probably way behind my non-existent schedule on this, but progress is progress. I have, now, a complete outline of the game. All of the levels, all of the enemies, all– well, okay, most– of the secrets, the bosses,…
Cave Story was an important game for me. It was playing Cave Story, 6 or 7 years ago, that made me realize that I still liked games– that, in that respect at least, it wasn’t me that had changed, but…
Recently, games-wise, I’ve been taking a bit of a break from my usual artsy and the pretentious indie fare to play a bit of Poker. Poker Night at the Inventory that is– what, did you think I had the money…
A lot’s been happening with the blog. A few days ago, I was featured on WordPress.com’s Freshly Pressed feed, and I’ve gotten a staggering influx of traffic. Well, staggering by my standards anyway, My follower count has quadrupled since then,…
I spent most of the time I had available this week planning out Pandemonium– It was an incredibly chaotic week, all told, and I wish I’d been able to get more work done than I did, but I’m quite excited…
All too often, when I start writing a post, I do not know where I’m going with it. I drop thoughts like breadcrumbs to lead my way, and their relationship to each other forms a constellation that casts light on…
Isn’t it strange the effect that shapes can have on us? Where do they depart from abstract form and become meaningful and evocative? A cylinder, with a bit of reshaping, begins to look like a thigh… and, once we begin…
This week I was more or less constantly harried by real life obligations and stresses which made work on the project difficult. I kept my head in the game, so to speak, but boy am I feeling the stress at…