I only know what the great mass of humanity knows about 50 Shades Of Grey, which is to say I know the salacious cuts condensed in Buzzfeed articles designed to condense salacious cuts. Except this dark enterprise has sold, like, a hundred million copies, so maybe I'm actually the one on the outside here. Things worked out alright for me, all things considered - there is the occasional rough patch - but in terms of cultural ingress, I will never accomplish anything even remotely on that scale. I'm perfectly okay with that, by the way. But if I'm gonna talk shit, I should at least include a footnote somewhere about who is actually holding the whip.

Time for another sketch dump. Here's a selection of my sketches from the last week.

Because it was Thursday, it was also Xursday, which is a kind of weekly holiday for the Destiny enthusiast. I mention this because it's something that you either know in your very mitochondria or it's something that you have no awareness of whatsoever. In any case, there is a drop currency like you have in games of this sort called a Strange Coin, and this Xur fellow is functionally a mercenary Santa Claus who accepts these coins and naught else. And until now, nobody knew why.

If the actions I'm likely to take were rendered in a fashion similar to a Final Fantasy game, "Leave Well Enough Alone" would not be represented there. Here's the reality: Spite is not a single item, but the header for an entire menu of Spite based attacks.

Specifically a new shirt that he and his Design Force constructed, called Surrender at Twenty:

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This weekend I finally hit 20 with my second character. I did a quick little drawing of a Titan this afternoon to commemorate it.

The first iteration of today's post is a good example of how I became known by this moniker. I am at home, and very sick, and occasionally a cat "helped" with the typing, but even so: I set myself toward the feverish resolution of these errors. "Feverish" is a double entendre there. Chrome is trying to tell me that entendre isn't a word, but I entend to stick with it. Also, it wanted me to change "prostrate zombie" in the post to "prostate zombie," which, I mean... tell me more.

I'm still trying to figure out if I'm a Dying Light person. You may be surprised to learn that I have a neurotic compulsion as relates to some aspect of a game, I'll pause while you absorb the shock, but if a game has co-op I always wonder if I'm "doin' it rong" playing it in single player, with neither co nor op. Sometimes I don't get back to games if I can't find a partner. It happens.

It's Monday and that means it's time for another sketchdump. I've got a bunch of stuff from the last week to share with you. I've also had a few people ask if I could talk a bit about my process when I'm sketching. I'll try and do that this time for those interested.

One function of age is that you have the "opportunity" to perceive cyclic phenomenon.

Joystiq was the last gaming news site I still maintained a bookmark for. I don’t have much to say about it except that I hope the folks there land on their feet.

So I think I need to transform into IT Dad and start controlling some access at the Router Level; a week without regular sleep transformed my son into some kind of marmot. I solicited tactical advice from others in the caretaker continuum, and learned that not all advice is equally useful.

I had a pretty busy week what with PAX South and all but I still managed to do some sketching on the flight down here to Texas. My goal is to post sketches every Monday so here's a look at some Daughters I drew on the plane.

When I was first in Rome, like 12 years ago, people spoke Italian constantly. Basically all the time with the Italian. I expected someone to wink at me eventually and be like, aw, we're just joshing. Come on everybody, let's all speak the sweet English that we secretly crave.

What constitutes "amazing" for you is dependent on a number of factors; having one's awesome-ometer calibrated by the modern world almost certainly has an effect on your affect. I have to say, though, I love the idea that he is already bored with 3D printing. And I'm glad of it, because I need him to invent the next thing while my sensing organs are still moist.