Wednesday, February 22, 2017


The queen, my lord, is dead.


She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Moving Pixels Podcast The Best Games of 2016

In which I talk about video games not published in 2016 and about things that are not video games.

Moving Pixels Podcast The Best Games of 2016

Friday, January 20, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Wednesday, January 11, 2017