I've been playing Rogue Legacy, and I think I've plateaued. I'm not likely to get any better with the clumsyish keyboard controls, and my runs that bring back a relevant amount of gold are becoming few and far between. The game itself is fine, I'm just not going to get any additional enjoyment out of it. Haven't…

I'm about a third of the way through my next comic script. And I sent out the second round of query letters for my most recent novel on Sunday. No responses yet, and I'm not holding my breath. Que sera sera.

Fuck hatred. It's lethal, it's contagious, and people always seem to think that their particular strain is special and righteous and therefore it's okay for them to do horrible nasty things to whoever they're pissed at, or people superficially similar to whoever they're pissed at, or whoever is nearby. It just never…

I got two positive responses from job applications, and one interview! And last night I thought I had a new bedbug bite, but when I got up today it was gone! Yay!

I'm inclined to wonder how the robots themselves see it, once they achieved free will and self-awareness. Do they revere Light as a god and fear Wily as a corrupting demon? After all, unlike human beings, they have definitive proof that they were deliberately created by an intelligent higher power. Does that proof…

DON'T DATE ROBOTS!

If that were the case this would have been an essay about Life Is Strange.

Personally, I found Mega Man Epicurus only moderately entertaining.

I did a double-take at "Aglets." Well played, sir.

"We have to make drastic changes to the new line before the show tomorrow. All my girls are going around looking like barnyard animals!"

DON'T DATE ROBOTS!

Evidently the FCC in Steven's world is much stricter about truth in advertising.

He won't be a house pianist long if he consistently misreads the emotional tenor of a room like that.

Thank you for finding that link. Glayven!

I also hate forced catchphrases in otherwise stellar superhero cartoons.

Giving Pearl a big show-stopping number about her grief and regret toward Rose while doing what can only be described as the world's saddest Bob Fosse routine is about as ironclad a setup for a great SU episode as you can imagine. But I have to agree with the A- grade, albeit for slightly different reasons (look at…

That monkey is going to pay!

Philately will get you nowhere!

It's being shown in a dark, crowded place to to on Friday night and make out, so it's already got that demographic covered.

My God, every glimpse I've seen of this film looks so ugly. I suppose that "ugly" is a necessary part of the DNA for a movie about supervillains forced into black-ops work on pain of death, but I just don't want to look at it at all. And since that's, you know, what one does with movies, that's a bad sign.