Effing Meteors is a game about jilted love. A very angry god (think Jonathan Edwards-level fury) has decided that he’s no longer pleased with the little planet below, and it now deserves judgment. Punishment, of course, is the domain of the meteors. As this angry god, you desire satisfaction in the
It’s a simple idea, really. A single object hovers, darts and dashes in every direction, and I am tasked with following it for as long as possible. There are no power-ups in UFO on Tape, no other levels. This is it. I’m filming a UFO.
“What does the Like icon really communicate?” As teenagers we spoke in likes. We would articulate our thoughts about a new interest, and we would fail. We used the word “like” to cover up our mistakes. This Radiohead album is like, like, um, kind of a—it’s like, you know, those electronic undercurr
A famous political thriller opens with a scene of KGB officials deploying a dreaded torture technique: complete sensory deprivation. A man is suspended in a vat, in complete darkness, all his senses rescinded. The point of the test is to determine how long it takes for this man to panic to the point
I’ve never been reviewed. I’ve received angry fan letters now and again, but I’ve never had the distinct privilege (or dishonor) of having my work evaluated by a professional. That feeling of reading another man or woman’s words; their reflections, critiques, and assumptions about what I’ve poured m
