There I was, five miles from nowhere, when someone came up to me and asked if I had a good idea. What a coincidence; I had a thousand of them. They led me to a yield sign, and before I knew it, I was telling my story to a roomful of vaguely interested onlookers.
This is that story.
Every good writer has a Personal Tragedy, so I have one every day. All of my ideas are lifted from only the most Erstwhile Concept Art. It's only my Cautious Pessimism that expects you to give a damn. If any given opinion about hockey is valid, then My Opinion must be Equally Valid. My philosophy of electronic game design always starts with a question: "Have You Played...?"
If you like this stuff, or alternatively if you hate it but think I might be better at a different genre, you might enjoy my side comic DCF.
What you're seeing is usually raw, unedited, first-draft material, meaning I can't promise 100% total quality every single day. But I can promise a few good laughs and maybe some things to ponder, unless of course you're reading this after I've left my human shell and evolved into a superior being made of pure energy. Pfft, what're the chances of that happening, right?