What it's like to be a game writer.

The ultimate postmodern artwork: a hollow shell that means nothing and moves no-one, but "sparks conversation." This really is the apotheosis of everything critics and academics defended for five decades: no author, no vision, no meaning. Just an IP with a human face.

I've had Master of Orion II installed since it came out, and I've almost never destroyed a planet. Nor do I play it for ruthless dominance. Combat is the least interesting part of the game for me. I love exploring, building multi-species societies and winning through diplomacy.

A few weeks ago he had lost his mother, had a huge thorn in his eye, and was screaming in fear under a car. Now he is the lord of his house, always playing, always safe. Maybe sometimes good things do happen.

Wrote this eight years ago. Turned out pretty accurate.

The deeply surreal feeling of fixing a game you made more than 15 years ago.

Time to rewatch Val Kilmer at his best, in one of the finest, best-written movies ever made.

How on Earth did "entrée" come to mean the exact opposite of what it should in the US? And Canadians, shouldn't you know better?