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Gabe / 45 minutes ago

My Timeline

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:)

This starts with a comic drawn back on December 10th

Christmas Present for Jerry

First crack at the bear from Nightlight

More Nightlight

Another strip!

First attempt at the monster for the Thornwatch playtest in PAX South.

Thinking about the new map system for Thornwatch. A series of tiles separated by a “gutter”. What if they were comic book panels and effects placed on them looked like narration boxes?

Time for scissors and glue!

Character portraits should “float” above the tiles! Hey this is starting to look like something.

Gotta finish the Monster. Jerry names it the Swamp Choir and I am reminded why I like him.

Time to work on individual tiles. Each one should fit within the context of the theme (forest, swamp) but have its own story seeds as well. A Judge should be able to grab a handful of tiles and come up with an adventure. The judge could grab this one and say “alright Thornwatch, a Lookout has lost his father’s sword!”

More tiles. Tonight we venture to the judging stone!

Gotta keep making comics!

We were getting a new fireplace installed and my dog really liked it.

Tiles can be mixed and matched but if you

Tycho / 2 days ago

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.

That’s really the only time I get a sense of how old I am anymore, is when a game trailer wants me to choose the year of my birth.  Except I usually don’t go all the way down to my year, because it’s too far.  I usually choose the first year that will be a valid entry, and that year is always getting closer.

I’m like a Goddamn vampire; a dude at PAX South brought a picture of us from when we visited Texas more than a decade ago, and it was a revelatory Exhibit A.  In this span of time, Gabriel has gone from “angular, discarded insect husk” to a creature more in line with the thick, mid-range portion of the human graph.  I look exactly the same.  Which is to say, I look like a mole rat.  The philosophical questions ask themselves: is it better sport an appealing form and then lose it, or to simply begin life as a vile grotesquerie, and never visibly decay?

Everyone wants me to think certain things about this Integer.  And you’re always supposed to be very conscious of X, where X equals whatever is most important to other people at that moment.  But I only care about this, filling this field with text.  This has to be some kind of disorder.  I wanted to say I did it because everything else in my life is hung off it, like a mobile; many people rely on it in many different ways.  My house is warmed, via some convoluted mechanism, all somehow connected to typing.  But I was doing it before all that, so I can’t even pretend toward some form of covert virtue.

I would be “typing” this on a discarded microwave, in an alley, with no pants if you hadn’t enabled the current configuration.  This is much, much better.  For everyone.

(CW)TB out.

Tycho / 5 days ago

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.

Videogames are definitely simulations and not “real” in terms of being constructed out of the typical materials we surround ourselves with.  But the virtual worlds and the people that populate them still bear all our human metadata; our brains are ridiculously compatible with these places.  Maybe it’s not weird at all that they can do that.  I’m not a brain person.  I guess most of the things we make in there resemble conceivable space.  It’s a hell of a trick, though.

Playing games online via the kind of Internet you get on an airplane is typically a non-starter, but you can do okay with some card games - and I ended up playing Duelyst for probably four straight hours.  I’m officially obsessed with it, so obsessed that I sicced the business guys on them so that we can try and do some kind of a project together.  I’m lucky that I don’t have to send them out just to keep the lights on; I can send them out to make treaties with Houses that I legitimately respect and want to work with.  We’ll see what happens with that, hopefully something, but if I’m gonna talk about the game as much as I want to I feel like that sort of has to be on the table.

I’m not a competitive person as I have said a thousand times in this space.  I make a point generally to emphasize that I am not good at games, nor am I compelled to dominate others, so that multiple senses of the word are enunciated.  Gears was an exception, in that the slower pace and legitimately horrifying death animations compelled me to great feats.  In Duelyst, making a TCG less abstract and more spatial allows me to conceive of the higher order strategies at all.  I got in late in January, but made it up to rank 14 before they started the next Season, which is so unlike my normal usage pattern that I’m trying to figure out what’s happening here.  I usually wash out as soon as it gets mean, when you crack 22 or so.  And I did stall there, like I always do.  Usually I can’t accept that I’ve learned the game incorrectly and everything I think about it is wrong and stupid.  But not this time.

(CW)TB out.

Tycho / 1 week ago

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.

I’ve been trying to push Gabriel into this lifestyle for ages, they’re just very meaningful, formative materials, and as long as you don’t mind occasionally wondering if the toast you are eating is real toast you’ll probably be fine.  But I tried to get him into a book a long time ago which he should have liked, and might even like now, but the blind faith just isn’t there anymore.

I feel like Philip K. Dick books are fully compatible with modern living in a way that modern books often are not.  Now, everyone wants to make a legacy or some shit.  Everybody wants to write some kind of fucking secular bible their first at-bat, or they write a good book and now nobody can’t tell them nothing.  Philip K. Dick books are short, but not scant.  They plant an egg in your esophagus and it grows until the version of you that started reading the books is dead, and in its place is someone like you in every way, but you trust all of your senses just a little bit less.

It’s true, though; The Man in the High Castle is the only book of his I’ve never read to my knowledge.  After PAX South, Gabe basically shotgunned the entire Amazon series in a night.  Most of the way back from San Antonio, he was reading Philip K. Dick.  When he’s done with that book, when he’s ready, I know which one he should read next.

(CW)TB out.

Tycho / 1 week ago

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 also like being reminded, on occasion, that people actually like what we do.  I do it because I like it, but it can be easy to get the impression that one has achieved permanent Satan status, such that other people get to determine what is written on one’s tombstone.  People gave me compliments this year I don’t even know how to contextualize.  I can’t really absorb them most of the time; I just hold them in my hand like a little sparrow until they fly away.  But they were nice to have, for a little while.

We have said on many occasions that we are spectacularly ill-suited for the role which has accreted around us, partly because we aren’t dishonest, craven, and manipulative enough for public life, but also because our minds have certain characteristics that make the job more difficult.  Luckily, our defense mechanism involves making entertainment for you.  It’s the kind of weird-ass adaptation you would see on nature shows, I guess.  But it works!

I want to thank Rugpisser and Palpitatertot for delivering unto us a truly marvelous spectacle in the final round of the Omegathon, in the long awaited GoldenEye.  The game is legendary for a reason, but it was never part of my own curriculum vitae - I was far more of a PC gamer then, and shooter culture between the two sharply diverged.  There’s always been that parallel track - I was late to Halo also, just because that’s not where I did my shit, but these two definitely knew what the fuck was up, - trading points, and then whole games, as the Old Wisdom returned to them.  After winning a game apiece, the last game went 9-9, with the tenth and winning point going to Palpitatertot.  There’s a dramatic arc here, because Rugpisser was actually the returning runner up from last year, and we’ll see him again next time around.  People have come back twice like that and gone on to win.  It happens.

All in all, the show was simply a supernatural phenomenon.  We rent the venue, the Enforcers form the spine of it, and then you bring PAX; not a bad system, really.

(CW)TB out.




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