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Tycho / on Tue, Dec 10 2013 at 11:01 pm

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The Great Game

I don’t feel like Age has distributed itself throughout my person in a uniform way.  I feel like my aorta probably got the worst of it, its calcified accruals metering blood in strict measure.  I would apologize to it if I thought it had any conception of my treachery.  The only thing I can do now is to try and avoid reading articles about the shit my government gets up to without a couple pensive, preparatory breaths.

When your hosts here at Penny Arcade first met in Newspaper Production class, we ran a fairly transparent but incredibly satisfying scam, wherein we would assess local arcades during school hours with the idea that an article might come of it.  On the way back, there was a pizza place that offered massive, unconscionable cratons of pizza for fifty cents each.  He said that we should return immediately to school, but I brooked no dissent on the issue.  He was afraid that something would happen, and I said we would cross that bridge when we came to it.  He’d never heard the saying before, and it hit him in the chest.  I’m certain I’ve told the story before, but I got the sense that he had been crossing a lot of bridges preemptively.

At first, that NSA in Warcraft slash Second Life shit sounds the same: like someone hatched an incredible scheme to run Scholomance on the company dime.  Except it’s my dime.  But whatever; I like the pluck.  And I prefer to think of it in that context.  Because the idea that infiltrating guilds or buying interactive cocks would be in any way an efficacious method for countering global terror “isn’t even wrong.”  I think that freedom is cool, and I would prefer to have more than less; that’s not even why I hate it.  I can’t even get there, it barely requires higher order thought.  It’s just stupid and ugly.  It is a stupid and ugly way to abuse the governed, for no purpose, purely for sport, and what it implies about the rigor of their conceptual framework kinda sorta makes me want to put my foot through the drywall.

The Trenches is back, with Monica Ray and Ty Halley at the tiller.  I think I am something like an Editor now, but I chose them because I didn’t think they would require much in the way of editing.  I am the type of editor who cuts up work, stitches it together, and then shock it into terrifying unlife, but they don’t have any need of my dark ministrations.  I wanted to let a few strips heap up before I mentioned it, and that’s happened.  Welcome to Season Four.

(CW)TB out.


in such suspense

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