We're thinking about mixing up one of our annual events - what do you think? We used to do a more traditional format a long time ago, but there's a ton of incredible players around here and it would be cool to smash them against each other.

You might recall that our own Gabrak is set to volunteer at camp; counselor orientation just wrapped up and I am given to understand it was suffused with the ancient wisdom.

Because I liked The Division, aside from one or two things I'm perfectly able to live with because I'm aware of what it means to live in a finite universe, I had assumed that Gabriel would not like it. That's typically how this sort of thing shakes out. But not this time! Its starting to look like we might play (and potentially even enjoy) the same game at the same time.

As I have suggested previously, one of the supernatural benefits of Club PA membership is and exclusive comic and "postito" each month. I occasionally then preview that month's comic for you, like so:

My primary means of interacting with fighting games these days is watching the output of serious players. I feel like I understand what is happening in a round of LoL - I know the tiny part of a spiral that is writ large when the best players interact with it. The moment to moment aspects of a Fighting Game though, like an RTS, are opaque to me. That isn't to say I don't enjoy trying to even find those primary shapes, and to discover their colors and contours, but I'm one hundred percent on some preschool shit as the metaphor would suggest.

We have it downloading on the PS4 now, the one here in the office, and it is my intention to frown the entire time he plays it.

Gabriel and the other, actual Gabriel - The Gabriel currently contained within the parenthesis of the first - have been delighted by a game called ADIOS, which is the clever truncation of Amazing Discoveries In Outer Space.

There's another universe where XCOM2 is how they brought the franchise back; the long fallow period of XCOM's defeat bookended by the oral history of an underground war.

Gabriel put out the call, and I answered, but not after giving him a bunch of shit. If someone is your second choice, you need to make them feel as though they were your actual first choice and the other person is garbage can full rancid cottage cheese and weeping cantaloupe rinds. Which, you know… given the people involved… might have been a difficult position.

In Australia, men's urinals are devices of unique and perhaps even baroque construction.

I like to take photos on my phone as I work. I do this to keep a sort of digital sketchbook I guess. I like to be able to swipe back through my photos and see the work I was doing mixed in with pics of my kids and stuff. I thought I'd drop a bunch of it here and see if you guys found it interesting. So here's a quick dump of the last couple months...minus my kids and some secret projects:)

I wanted to watch a video about the Skills in The Division, and it asked me my age. I entered "40," which is apparently a number, and it was the first time I had even considered that I might be forty years old.

When Gabriel told me the story, it was at once completely silly and eminently sensible. It reminded me a little of The Mancraft Saga, insofar as they both map cyberverse and regular 'verse at a one to one ratio.

There is probably someone who likes Dick more than me, but I don't know them. Where I am typing this now, at home on my primary machine, I have no less than four Philip K. Dick books within reach - and this isn't even where I keep my books.

As the newest show, PAX South has such a cool energy. And its still so young that people are always asking me if we think it's gonna be back next year. I don't know a hundred percent of everything that happens, or is going to happen, but PAX South is a real show. We made a logo, and everything! I love coming down there, I love being handed huge bags of beef jerky, and I love getting radically different and profoundly contradictory barbecue advice.

I changed the person's handle a very, very small amount, not enough to change the pronunciation, but this is almost the exact conversation we had re: that evening's Randrew Jackson.