Say there, fellas! I don’t know if you’ve heard, but GameSpite Journal 9 launched a week ago to bring you wise words about game design and dying. Not unlike the way Santa comes to bring you presents, although in that case it happens for free and doesn’t make you dwell on the uncomfortable sensation of juxtaposing escapism and musings on mortality. Meh, details. Anyway, I believe you have one week left to use the coupon code ADBLURB if you want to shave 20% off the asking price.
Today’s posting from the book — and this week’s blogging should be a lot more regular now that I’m done with Comic-Con and have finished writing the last of my articles for the 1UP counterpart of GameSpite Journal! — is a critique of the me-too design approach of entirely too many people behind games (which, admittedly, is often imposed on those games at a corporate level) by one Jake Alley. There is truth in these words. Gaze upon their honesty, ye mighty, and despair.
This entry keeps coming back to sadness, doesn’t it? Sorry I don’t think I got enough sleep last night. That always leaves me feeling kind of draggy the next day.