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I am utterly dominated by Road to Empress. Absolutely, one hundred percent its servant. The fact that it's $8.49 is completely nuts. I got that much value out of it a long time ago. Plus, when I'm Empress, eight fifty won't mean shit.  Eight fifties will fall at once, all around me, like the golden leaves of the Maidenhair Tree.

I started being fed a ton of ads for Greenland 2: Migration, which sounds like it would be a special presentation by Nat Geo, but I hadn't seen the first one and also I didn't know there had been a first one. It seems like that would be the end of this story; there's lots of things I don't know, and this was just one more. But then Gabe was talking about how excited his family was to go and see the movie last weekend. In his house, Greenland is apparently a frequently returned-to comfort watch! Which is maybe, you know, a little odd.

The presumption I used to have was that nostalgia was my elders' version of the drugs I was doing. For them, it was absolutely deleterious nonsense and they should be sheepish about it. Now that I am myself an Elder, I see that nostalgia was a crutch for these weaklings - the weaklings who fashioned brick by brick the hideous world we must endure. By comparison, my own nostalgia is carved from marble, a material thing, and represents the weight and precision of fact.

The most formative part of my life was spent in a kind of ahistorical interregnum. Many people were under the impression that history was over, and from where they were standing they could certainly make a case. I think it's sorta beyond debate that many things were better, but I am a gentleman. Let's tart it up linguistically, if that will help. Would it be better to say that this previous era was different, and that some of these phenomena could be said to have degraded since?

A dark harvest has come - one which our fully armed and operational Penny Arcade Store is prepared to manage.  Potent values.  Fuckin, y'know...  get ready: