So step away from the keyboard, delete “FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE” and start to think about how you can become a helpful source for these media outlets that you want to target. Instead of just thinking “How can I get my name mentioned?”, think “What ideas do I have that might make interesting stories?” and “How can I become the ‘go to’ source for these bloggers or journalists?”
For years, we’ve been told that publishers stifle innovation. But now that we’ve found a way to bypass them, in place of safe and predictable sequels to last year’s hits, we get safe and predictable sequels to decade- or two-decades-old hits.
What I do know is that I can't blame the internet, or any circumstance, for my problems. I have many of the same priorities I had before I left the internet: family, friends, work, learning. And I have no guarantee I'll stick with them when I get back on the internet — I probably won't, to be honest. But at least I'll know that it's not the internet's fault. I'll know who's responsible, and who can fix it.
It’s vital that men speak out about this subject. Mostly because it’s vital that people speak out, a unified voice with whatever genitals it may have, condemning cruelty and inequality.
“The challenge of doing Rucks was just making sure he sounded like Rucks. He says everything the same, Rucks is basically a caricature that becomes a character. Rucks was a technical challenge, but [Transistor] is more of an acting challenge.”
Big boobs on a fictitious character are not what is alienating. What is alienating, however, is how people choose to interpret big boobs.
This is not a world of reason, and the "peace keepers" of Father Comstock's oppressive will are not rational individuals, out for a debate. They're fanatical, paranoid, dangerous people, and stopping to have a chat with them would simply not make sense. Likewise, the hero is a man who kills, who does stupid things without thinking them through, and ultimately proves everybody right when they say he's a monster. His story would not work if he reached the conclusion with nothing but speech checks to his name.
Corporeality manifests in sports videogames in a myriad of fascinating ways. However, the body is often considered a separate experience, since you can easily learn to perform actions in a videogame—whether dunking a basketball, kicking a field goal, or throwing a curveball—that would require significant training to execute in real life. The most involved sports skills are performed with thumbs while seated.
In Spelunky bewegt sich der Spieler stets am Rande des Frusts – allerdings nur so lange, bis er das Spiel verstehen lernt. Lassen wir uns ein auf das abwechslungsreiche und optisch absolut knuffige und detailreiche Minen-Abenteuer, übernimmt es die Rolle von Mutti: Runde um Runde lehrt es uns, dass wir im Leben (und in der Mine) oft nur mit Geduld und Genauigkeit vorankommen. Und schwupps, fühlen wir uns wie ein besserer Mensch, herausgenommen aus dem allgemeinen Trott und der allumfassenden Hektik, unterwegs in unserer eigenen Gangart, in unserem eigenen Rhythmus. Das ist ein gutes Gefüh[…]
I speak of olives and taste this week because, with the release of the excellent game Spelunky, I find myself trying to convince the wary and weary to give the roguelike platformer a chance. Yeah, the game is hard. And, yeah, you lose your progress when you die. But, I think, if you choke down this dish three or four times you’ll develop a taste for, and maybe come to love, this particular kind of videogame punishment.
You just had to look and laugh. Somehow, people's values were so screwed up that there's a semi-naked woman on the top half of the page, and what was really a very inoffensive videogame at the bottom, and The Sun screams out, 'This is filth! This is horrible"
I stopped him right there and I explained that he had to quit, quit, quit talking about that game. And if he didn’t, I would take a desperate measure. See, I explained, the other night I was on the Internet, and I found a secret word that would make anyone who heard it forget everything they knew about Plants vs. Zombies. All I had to do was say that word and he would forget everything he’d ever learned, every good time he’d ever had.