If you think of it as a description rather than an imperative, Pokemon Snap could also work as the title of a horror game.

I demand a Gameological livechat of this booth! With the fashion critiques, of course.

Aw, shucks.

Melville's wit really sneaks up on you.

What, are you sayin' I'm a one-note gag? Some kind of dated celebrity reference that'll quickly lose its novelty? Am just I a repetitive time-filler to you, is that what you're sayin'?

I knew this joke was on its way.

Lately I've been screwing around in World of Warcraft and visiting old content that I skipped the first time around. Most recently I made it a mission to solo every Burning Crusade raid. And it would have worked, but I got blocked by those meddling kids Karazhan's chess-game gimmick fight. It's just impossible to do…

I finished the comics script I'd been struggling with, and am a third of the way done with the next one! Which I… also struggled with. I realize that's more the rule than the exception when writing, let's say, anything.

The Avengers. Comics-nerd heaven.

Resolved: "Spaniard" is the best nationality word. Runners-up include "Finn" and "Cypriot."

I'm reading Moby-Dick! From hell's heart I stab at thee!

I DON'T HAVE THAT EITHER!

Those blind-women ghosts can burn in hell/celluloid. I DON'T HAVE YOUR DAMN EYES! LEAVE ME ALONE!

I always appreciated Fatal Frame's use of the camera as a weapon. Most horror games turn to firearms as your primary means of defense, so they invariably turn into frustrating third-person shooters every few minutes. I think it ultimately makes the enemies less scary if they're vulnerable to ordinary gunfire, though…

Eh, it's all right.

It was all right. I had a job interview, worked my usual shifts, and got some writing done, though not as much as I wanted. Most of my stuff is still in plastic bags because the exterminator is coming to do follow-up tomorrow, so things aren't quite back to normal.

I buy weeklies from Midtown Comics in NYC (their "buy $100 worth of stuff over time, get $20 worth of stuff free" system is a big help), and borrow trades from the public library (the midtown Manhattan branch has a whole room with floor-to-ceiling shelves of comics, it's awesome).

The whole story came off as almost a preemptive satire of Civil War II itself. Sympathetic characters have a an-first reasonable conflict that escalates to the point of absurdity, things blow up for no reason, and we end with a shocking tragedy for one character that sets up a new storyline. Except, y'know, with dorky…

Upvoted in professional solidarity.

Upvoted for use of "turtle-stack."