Tycho of Penny Arcade is appropriately sarcastic about the fact that some people are going nuts that the default female Commander Shepard is going to be blond and blue-eyed for Mass Effect 3 Collector’s Edition
Continue reading The Not-So-Great Mass Effect 3 FemShep Debate.
…live over here; and this song comes on while he’s drawing.
Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand, Primitive Radio Gods
It’s pretty good. How’s the band generally?
…up in this [expletive deleted] [No, really, the link is NSFW]?
I honestly wonder some time how people actually make money from blogging/websites. Obviously, people do – but if I was counting on either Amazon.com
I know, I know: I’ve done this post before. Forgive me: the Penny Arcade comic was just too [NSFW] absurdist to pass up.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that… oh, wait, that particular empty pleasantry sort of subverts Penny Arcade’s point.
Never mind, then.
They listed as one of the Kinect‘s innovations that it “restores sight to the blind!”
Ha! Good lampooning of corporate advertising, there; yeah, those people over at marketing are always coming up with the most extravagant clai OH JEEBUS THEY WEREN’T JOKING.
Yes, that was kludged together, and it’s a vibro-tactile/audio system rather than a true visual one. Still.
“I teach it to hate.
I teach it to win .”
Stone-cold, there.
Moe Lane
PS: I assume, of course, that I should never pick up this game if I ever want to have free time again, or see the Sun.
I don’t have cable television myself. I don’t torrent or Hulu, either: I just wait a few years and buy the DVD collection, which I then forget to watch. Then my wife asks me why I keep the DVD cases; I tell her it’s because the package is part of an aesthetic whole of the movie experience. Then I put the DVDs into a special book, throw the DVD cases into a garbage bag for ‘storage,’ toss the bag in the basement, and promptly forget about them. Which means that my wife has probably thrown those cases out by now, as she keeps a mental list of every bit of useless crap that I have; when something hits the two-year mark without me touching it once she waits for the right psychological moment to ask if she can throw it out*.
It’s a married thing. Hard to explain, if you’re not living the life.
Moe Lane
*There is also a list of things that she doesn’t dare even try that.
Penny Arcade addresses the entire ‘post under your own name’ controversy involving Blizzard right now. I think that it’s a fair take on both sides. Switching over to politics for a second: both MoeLane.com and RedState.com are pretty much against anonymous posters; you can post under a handle, but we require email addresses at both places for a reason, and that reason is mostly because it cuts down on the trolls. So there’s that. On the other hand, if I did my political blogging under a pseudonym I wouldn’t have sabotaged whatever hope I once had of getting work in the roleplaying game industry.
So there’s that.
Moe Lane
Including video games, apparently.
I agree with the general sentiments in this comic – although my goal is to be an old person who doesn’t despise what the young people create – but being a bit farther along on the Roger Ebert Disappointment Arc than Tycho & Gabe are I can only counsel raising my hands in a resigned shrug. Roger Ebert is finding it not very much fun to be Roger Ebert, these days. It’s not going to get any more fun to be Roger Ebert, either. Considerably less fun, in fact. This unfortunate development flavors everything he writes, at this point.
And, not being Roger Ebert, I will omit my original conclusion. It was accurate, but not very nice.
Moe Lane
PS: On the question of whether video games are art or not: Roger Ebert cheated by refusing to explain his statement that ‘video games can never be art’ until Kellee Santiago reacted to it. I would have first insisted that Ebert establish what he meant by ‘art;’ he’s an art critic, so surely he has a working personal definition – and surely he knows that there’s no generally accepted universal definition. It’s easy to tell somebody that she’s wrong when you can define what’s ‘right’ after her response to you has been presented.
This means, by the way, that I think that Ebert has pretty much deliberately tainted his argument from the start; and I’ve got better things to do than ‘argue’ with people like that. Generally speaking, I mock people like that.
