Backtracking
And just like dreams the games we play fall away from us when they are complete, and just like dreams they are easily forgotten and then remembered at random many years later, and just like dreams they slip by in…
Category Personal
Eve DevBlog 35: Reversing the Movement Vector
If I’m gonna get stuck on something, it may as well be a problem I can make a bunch of obstacle related puns with, right? Okay, this was not a good week for progress. I got about halfway through implementing…
Sleep
“I don’t know. Why do things happen as they do in dreams?” Things are a bit confused. Things start blending together. I’ve been sleeping a lot. I remember at one point I was hanging out at one of the community…
Song of Myself
I imagine it to be raining. The drops tap against the panes of glass and I can imagine the cold wet outside and I savor my imaginary cold-weather melancholy. I have an affinity for the melancholic: It reaffirms my instincts…
Cave Stories
Cave Story was an important game for me. It was playing Cave Story, 6 or 7 years ago, that made me realize that I still liked games– that, in that respect at least, it wasn’t me that had changed, but…
State of the Machine: April 2013
A lot’s been happening with the blog. A few days ago, I was featured on WordPress.com’s Freshly Pressed feed, and I’ve gotten a staggering influx of traffic. Well, staggering by my standards anyway, My follower count has quadrupled since then,…
Finding Ways
All too often, when I start writing a post, I do not know where I’m going with it. I drop thoughts like breadcrumbs to lead my way, and their relationship to each other forms a constellation that casts light on…
Competency
I often end up choosing which games to play on the basis of which I am best at– familiarity begets skill begets more familiarity. It’s very fulfilling to do something you’re good at, even if it’s pointless. This kind of…
Eve DevBlog 26: Inertia
I’m noticing that I tend to start a lot of these updates off by talking about what a weird week it was, which seems like a bad habit. That said, it was still kind of a weird week. I may…
Drive Failure
“For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn” Ernest Hemingway (maybe) I’d guess maybe fifteen years ago we were driving along on some sort of road trip or camping trip, my dad and my brother and me. I was riding in the…