I wish I could take credit for the awesome designs in today’s comic strip but I can’t. They were actually created by Kismesister and she draws them much better than I do. You can hit her tumblr to see more of her awesome work.

I buy Metal Gear Solid games. And I play Metal Gear Solid games. And I understand that there is something to get. I also want to be someone who does get it. But I don't get it. Built into my psychic substrate is a routine that makes me pound my head against things I don't understand; I'll never stop trying. I got closest with 2 and 4.

I’m trying not to make every single one of my posts about Wildstar but it’s not easy. A couple cool things happened yesterday though that I wanted to share.

He has a lot of life stuff to manage today, so I thought he might not get around to telling us about it; the food court at that zoo was and is Kafkaesque. We live right by there, I could have told him to bring lunchables or just to have one of his boys catch and eat a seagull. You don't "purchase food" at this place so much as you "perform a ritual designed to tantalize, subsequently attract, but ultimately fail to bind the gods of chaos." There is something about it that impresses upon one that all of human endeavor is essentially a half-dug grave.

If today’s comic feels a little “real” that’s because it is. Tycho and I were talking about the special sort of Dad rage that comes over a father determined to make his family have fun.

When we actually made the comic, there wasn't any pictures of the Goddamned thing. It was actually a piquant observation! Now everybody's talking about Okao Vision or some shit, and the video has receded in importance. I would certainly like to see a device that does these things; I've seen truly striking, glasses-free 3D rendered with just a couple IR reflective stickers, so I'm fairly confident that it can do things like this with ease. But when people start using terms like "Prime Data," it begins to stir the soul.

Yesterday I ran my first “Adventure” in Wildstar. It was the Hycrest Insurrection adventure that you get access to at level 15 on the Exile side. Normally I’d run a five man like this as DPS before trying a more important role like Tank or Healer but this time I decided to jump right in.Kenneth joined me and I chose tank while he went heals. Neither of us really had any idea what to expect but we figured we’d give it our best shot. Holy shit did we have fun.

Uh, so.

I often end up going to some kind of event at Elliot's school, some bullshit, not because the event itself is bullshit but because he never really has any intention of engaging with it. If they are having an Ice Cream Social, he is interested primarily in Ice Cream and the Social is right out. Even a "Game Night" is insufficient. What invariably happens - and I am not using the word Invariably simply for exaggeratory funtimes - is that I lose him at some point, but not really, because I know where he went. He is in the library, in a corner, reading a book. There is a pile of books next to him also. I can't really be mad, that's the son I wanted.

I know you are home sick today but I thought you would appreciate this. I was looking for a new book to read last night and saw this:

This is just a friendly reminder that the Child's Play invitational is coming up on June 22nd. We still have tickets available whether you want to play in the "real golf" scramble tournament, the putt putt mini golf tournament or just spectate from the sidelines. Remember that regardless of which ticket you purchase you'll be able to join in the awards ceremony and BBQ at the end of the day. You can get more details over on the official Child's Play site. Pretty much the entire PA crew will be down there so come join us for some golf and help support a great cause!

Gabriel is fucking hooked on Wolf, which is the absolute last thing I expected. You don't make shooters without multiplayer, I'm not sure what these mutants thought they were up to exactly, but it's simply not done. If you want to get away with that kind of thing, it has to take place in a quasi-historical society powered by whale oil. Although there is some weird science here, if you want to call it that.

"Watch_Dogs," like the original Assassin's Creed, was a game the press largely invented. So when it - like the original Assassin's Creed - deviated from the fantasy, I expected the same result. That is to say, I expected the hammer to come down. And it hasn't.

Well maybe not blow your mind but they are pretty cool. You might like them.

At PAX East, we had all of the Q's for our Q&A panel submitted ahead of time. Since we are only doing one of these big Q&A panels per PAX now, we wanted to make sure all the questions were awesome. The questions got sorted and put into white envelopes for easy questions and red envelopes for hard questions. Tycho and I had not seen any of them until we opened the envelopes on stage. You can watch the results right here:

Dreaded, reprehensible continuity raised one of its scaly heads without our notice, or intention, in the manner of an… that is to say, of a... scaly head-raiser(?). Like so many weaklings previously, we fell sway to the siren song of causality. And we have become less.