Is this what it is to grow older? Play a game of Assassin’s Creed and marvel at the blue of the water and dream. Of friends and beach, of time and swells to dive and jump. Salt. Sand. The rush of swirling water, the pound of frothing wave. The smell of brine and weed, pine […]
An ode to one of my favorite games. The interstellar mission reaches the Centauri triple star system. Our nearest neighbor. The victory video plays. The immortal spirit reigning over the last 6,000 years of our civilization takes a bow and receives a numerical score comparing their achievements to those of other great leaders of history. […]
par Godefroy Dronsart Let us ponder how different words are than they were even a short time past. Let’s travel 29 years into the past. The mail, when it came after three or six weeks, was a drive away at the post office box. Sometimes accompanied by a small bribe if it was a parcel. […]
A poem from last November. nevihtasedelainribesovesele a storm is brewing and the fish are happy Health and peace, everyone.—L.
It’s time I took a bit of a breather and some personal stock. The air outside is clear. Not too toxic today. The thirty-lane toll station is moving briskly. If I look back five years, or even three years, I wouldn’t have imagined I’d possibly be here now. Indeed, looking back over my life, there […]
I learned the alphabet and how to read when I was three years old with a computer game. I had to match pictures and letters to the angular marks on the stubby rubber keys of the ZX Spectrum 8-bit personal home computer that my father brought home to Yugoslavia from a business trip to London. […]
I play and run and create tabletop role-playing games. Things like Dungeons & Dragons. They’re fantastic. Many of my friends have made fun of them. Some, perplexed, asked “but, what are they?” A few play them. I’ve tried to explain TRPGs many times and floundered every damn time.