I've wanted to see The Last Jedi ever since I got out of the theater for The Force Awakens. Arguably, I've wanted to see it ever since I knew there was such a thing as Star Wars. You know me; I've wanted people to ask hard questions about these fucking Space Wizards from the jump. It seems like we might be getting there? Anyway, it's out next week and that seems a little crazy, but I am "not mad at it."

The Little Mouth was coiled, asleep, around the dagger that was its child.

As is firmly established, I really, really like it when reviews for a game do not generate consensus. It can mean a few different things: for example, it might be a bad game game whose fetishists tolerate (or even laud) its worst tendencies. I'm certainly guilty of this; that fact that I don't "see art" means that there's an entire band of data I don't perceive and it leads to tension between myself and my friend Glob. In my defense, I played text adventures and games I had to load from cassette tapes, and my aesthetics haven't really changed that much.

I picked up Xenoblade Chronicles 2 for the Switch last week and have not been able to put it down. Yesterday on Twitter I mentioned a Reddit post that I found super helpful when it comes to the combat. Even if you’re not playing Xenoblade it’s a pretty funny read. The combat system is so completely bonkers you end up having to say shit like this while trying to explain it: Bursting 1 orb extends the Chain Attack for 1 round. You can burst multiple orbs in 1 round and that would extend the Chain Attack to the number of orbs burst.

Yes, we just did, like, three PAXes, but there is another one fast approaching - and it is in need of Enforcers! This august body makes PAX what it is, and South especially needs your help. Check out the Enforcer page for South and, thus inspired, take a moment to fill out the application. Here are common Qs, with the As following dutifully behind.

I always try my best to maintain Christmas Posture, to run along the authorized channels, but Christmas is dark time literally and also figuratively. It's dark. I looked out my window last night into the kind of darkness that would make a man invent God.

Gabriel "rides" books; he straps in and they take him places. He got in because he wanted to go somewhere and he's pretty determined to get there. I stopped being able to do that for some reason. Now, I read a book the way a contractor might walk through a house, trying to assess its stability. I'm looking at the joists. I put a laser level on the floor and scrunch up my chin. And then, while the owners look on, I click out the tip of my pen and drop some bleak science.

Prophetess Dran's mother had told her she was more tree than girl, when she was little; it was a compliment. If the child had any say in the matter, she rarely had two feet on the ground.

I wouldn't play a Bethesda open world game without mods; it's a truth universally acknowledged and so forth. I typically install mods before I start playing to make it so the inventory UI makes sense at all on a computer. I doubt this is even perceived as insulting to the people who made it. And even if it were, they're the ones who put all those Goddamn brooms everywhere. We gotta find a middle ground.

I had a great time at PAX Unplugged and like most folks who went, I came home with a sack of games. I picked up Pocket Madness because the cards are beautiful and I can’t help myself when confronted with great art. It turns out it’s actually a solid game too which is a nice bonus! Tycho described it correctly as a combination between Rummy and Uno. I brought it home and played it with Kara, and both boys so it’s great for the entire family.

The psychic voltage generated by a PAX show is always sufficient to catalyze another round - no matter how tired I might be, no matter how many Human Interactions Per Minute (HiPM) I may have sustained, I receive energy sufficient to manufacture an entirely new self capable of iterating another show the weekend after. This has been true of PAX Unplugged as well, but more than that, I feel like I've undergone some kind of a chemical peel on my spirit and that my freshest layer has been revealed.

I can recall years and years ago trying to get Grib into Oblivion, back on the 360. I prepared the scene the way one might craft a Date Night scenario. I considered candles but did not execute. I don't know if his literal arms were folded but his spirit arms, The Arms Within, were laced before him in a defensive posture.

I think Jeff Vogel lives pretty close to me. He's the Spiderweb Software guy; if you like RPGs that feel like instant classics, like something unearthed, if you like the idea that there exists a kind of Strategic RPG Reserve from which our nation releases games in a time of crisis, you should try and catch up with his work.

Jesus! I can't fucking get it together today. There is a tremendous amount of subconscious filing going on in the waxy, hive-like substructures of my consciousness and it's interfering with attempts to do anything but lie in bed and watch The Punisher. Is this a recognized condition? Maybe it's new.

I think it’s worth mentioning that Penny Arcade turned 19 years old on Saturday. All this started on November 18th 1998 which seems like ancient history at this point. I can still remember sitting in a chinese restaurant in Spokane with Kara and Jerry as he and I wrote that very first strip. Penny Arcade has changed a lot over the years but I have to say I have never been happier to go to work than in the last year or so. I’m not sure how many people can say that after working at a job for nearly 20 years but I feel incredibly fortunate that I get to do this every day.

Gabe had grabbed some kind of a Starter Pack for a game called Skyforge, he didn't know much about it but something about it had made him curious. He's been using the Xbox One X with some regularity, maybe it's that. If you have a new piece of hardware you're always trying to test it out.