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This blog is going to focus on an idea I got today while I was playing Borderlands 2. But rather than give away the idea in the first paragraph, I'm gonna make you wait. Today was another day of staying home, writing and playing Borderlands 2. I wrote up a neat little article in an attempt to figure out why EA is releasing Mass Effect on PS3 despite owning the IP for over four years. I'm not going to go into that since I already wrote that up, you can just read it here.
I didn't write a blog yesterday because there simply wasn't all that much to say. That and once I was done recording The JACKED UP Indie & Mojo Show and playing Borderlands 2 for a couple hours, I just simply forgot. Today, however, was a day of Borderlands 2. I am now in crunch mode on the game trying to play it as much as possible to finish to write the review for The Game Effect. Sure, I took some time out to do laundry and research a news story (props to Jeremy for the idea in progress), but for the most part, I spent the day grinding through Pandora.
Yesterday's blog was definitely a bit on the negative side. I was complaining about having to play a game for review. Rightfully so, firedude3663 called me out on it. Well the problem with writing a game for review for a small site is I make about an hour's worth of money for the thirty plus hours put into playing the game and reviewing it. But I digress...
Today was a normal Sunday. Only as opposed to a usual Sunday for me, today, I was in San Francisco. However, I wanted to talk about reviewing games on a deadline. I have been reviewing Borderlands 2 and it has been especially trying for multiple reasons.
Today I realized something about myself. I am not a hipster. I was as surprised by this as you probably are. I listen to LCD Soundsystem. I eat organic food if it's the only option available. I watch Paul Thomas Anderson movies. I live in San Francisco now... That's all you need to be a hipster right? Apparently not.
Well that was quick! My love affair with RPGs in sheep's clothing that I mentioned yesterday has come to a screeching halt... or at least hit a bit of a speed bump. Today was a frustrating one in the world of gaming as well as the world of real stuff that normal functioning human beings who contribute to society do. Got all that? Good.
Well, since I didn't write an entry yesterday, I'm sure two of you were worried I didn't make it to the best coast safely. I almost didn't, but thankfully, I arrived early Wednesday morning at around 12:30 am after a long day of travelling. And when I say long day, I mean LOOOONG day. It was 12:30, but for me it felt like 3:30 since my body was still on eastern time. The hours leading up to that landing in SF were not fun. Tornado warnings and terrible winds and rain caused about a half hour of turbulence for my first flight, which in turn, caused me to throw up all over my nice sweat shirt. I think I may have had a minor anxiety attack. I'm not afraid of flying but when I feel like I'm on a roller coaster for thirty minutes straight... my stomach can only take so much. Then the second flight was delayed about three hours, so I had plenty of time to let my stomach settle and wait. And wait. And wait some more. But my last flight, from Philly to the bay, long as it was, was peaceful and quiet.
Here I sit in Bradley International Airport in Hartford, CT and I've changed my mind. I don't want to move to San Francisco. I don't want to go through with it. I am sitting at the gate waiting for my flight that's been delayed by rain and I am overcome with sadness but also excitement.
This is the story of a man in his late twenties, whose life has taken many twists and turns, many of which have felt out of his control. When an old friend offers him a chance to start over in a new place and foolishly follow his lifelong dream of writing in the video game industry for a living, the young man grasps the opportunity. After years of living in the shadow of his siblings, after wandering through much of his twenties without much direction, he decides to re-take control of his life and take a huge risk. This is the story of a man leaving the life he knows and those he loves to follow his dream in the home of Riceroni, Chinese food, Harvey Milk, and the Rock (the prison, not the wrestler/ actor).
One day, I get a text from Jack Gardner saying that Jeremy and him wanted me to play Slender for some kind of advertisement for Team GIO and Extra-Life. I had seen this game on videos online but it didn't look that scary, so I figured why not?
One year ago, Jeremy Brown and I started this weird little thing we like to call a podcast. Somehow, we fooled a bunch of people into listening to us ramble on and on about video games and any other junk that entered our brains. We are ever so grateful to all of you for putting up with our crap and giving us a reason to get out of bed in the morning. We like to show that gratitude every week with our shout-outs...
James Holmes had just murdered a dozen people and injured 58 more. Now he sat in the parking lot unremorseful, waiting for the police to take him to the Aurora Colorado Police Station. "I am the Joker," he told the officers who took him into custody and, like his villainous role-model, has since shut down, simply refusing to cooperate with investigators. Judging from what I know about the case (and I could be completely wrong, rendering this entire post pointless) Holmes admired the Joker character, who favors the unprejudiced nature of chaos over the righteousness of order. He had dyed his hair orange mimicking the look of The Joker and in modeling his actions after those of the famous villain, he calmly executed a brutal attack on the midnight showing of Dark Knight Rises early last Friday morning.