A few Fridays ago some friends came to this apartment for drinks and pizza and Smash Bros., a new game in which you command Nintendo characters to jump around a drunken stage in a drunken frenzy and attack each other in drunken ways. I use that adjective because even if you are not drunk you […]
…marking the moment where the normal became the terrifying, where the space of the house yawned wide and became the endless internal struggle of the labyrinth. On weirdified domestic spaces in PT, Resident Evil, and other stories.
New Statesman has another great article related to Anita Sarkeesian’s work (and other things going on right now). But don’t read the comments. I write without exaggeration that by 15 deep I was feeling uncertain of the value of the human condition.
Great piece in the New Statesman on the vile response perennially chasing Anita Sarkeesian’s work. I’m 32 and am just getting to a point in my life where I don’t feel D-grade (which should mean, I don’t know, very low-level but still detectable) shame about loving video games. Some of that comes from just getting older and […]