I’ve played instruments you can’t even imagine. I’ve played the doubleharp (two harps duct taped together). I’ve played a man’s corpse like a bagpipe. I’ve played a xylophone - FROM TEN MILES AWAY, hurling sticks at it with great precision. You have no idea the things I’ve done to instruments. I once fucked a tuba. I’m just saying.
Video games don’t face this constraint. They have a singular ability to depict how many ways it is possible for things to go wrong. As a player, you are forced to either inhabit the skin of a character who strives and fails over and over again. Seeing how hard it is for a character to get by lets us experience another person’s life at a deeper level than traditional media forms permit. The character’s experience and the players’ are not identical, but drawing them down similar paths creates new kinds of empathy. (via Born to Lose – The New Inquiry)
I finally found a home for my essay on video game narratives, and the way that failure should be treated within the medium. It took me six months of reworking it to take out the long Borges quote this originally started with, which just goes to show that writing and video games have more in common than we usually acknowledge in re: failure loops.
Nobody got promoted before
They were eight years old.
Ender wasn’t even seven yet
The school provides everything you need
Ten billion, a hundred billion
A million billion
I’ve got a pretty good idea what children are
And we aren’t children
Do I wiggle my butt when I walk
Rose de Nose
Where he went there was more crying
Mother Petra she talking
she talking, she talking
Shit talking, shit talking!
Quite a few laughed
I want to see your fart collection
I stored it in your locker
Didn’t you see?
Naked, he was about to climb into bed
when Bonzo came toward him.
His face hard and set.
A bigger-than-lifesize picture of male genitals
Which waggled back and forth
I’ve never done this before
He put new touches on the patterns
Made the boys try the maneuvers with one leg
Frozen, with both legs frozen
Or using frozen boys for leverage
How does a boy who spends his time like this win battles?
His body relaxing almost completely
So that his hands and arms almost seemed to be caught
Obviously we can now control gravity
And think how starships could move near planets
So they’re watching me
And what we’re doing is known
If you’re just farting around
A tattoo that should have lasted forever. Sad.
every cave is a man cave, if you accept that stalagmites & stalactites are essentially huge white geo-dicks thrusting manfully at the dark
Now go watch UPSTREAM COLOR -
Like the day after mushrooms
I cannot unsee the combat jugglers on the Michigan quad
OK I take back what I said about poetry
Christian (DeepOmega) always bears the brunt of my “ape sign language” excitement. Him and Emily. I’m not very vocal about it on here or anywhere else. Communicating with animals is, and has always been, an interest of mine. Did you know that some bonobos can talk to you? Did you know that some gorillas can talk about their feelings? There’s always a danger in anthropomorphizing. But listen, we are also animals. For too long has the godly line in the sand of communication been drawn.
It’s true, and I’m fine with it. Tell me more, Tully.