PixlBit

A lot of people out there are having an existential crisis. Mabye you're one of them. The world looks dark, crises looming on every front.  Things are not rosie, they never have been, but the people who run the system you live under want you to live in a state both depressed and agitated. They bombard your subconscious with news of financial crisis, corruption, perpetual warfare and unrest, at the same time they placate you  with cheap entertainment, cheap sex, cheap food, and cheap toys. Cheap in substance but not in price, that is. It's bread and circuses while they rob you of your birth-right and tell you you are doomed without them.

Ludology or Narratology?

Ho Ho Ho?

As I post this, there is one more week of high school basketball games that I have to clean up after. Tuesday of next week is the last scheduled home game for any team at the school where I work and I have to say Good Riddance to this relentless plague of a campus pasttime. All I'll have to deal with in the meantime is shitty weather, which everyone has to deal with. 

Day 3: Who the hell is Calvin Tucker? What makes this dumb ass so deserving of his own redneck jamboree? Why he's a fictional character of course. And by Jamboree I mean 12 god awful mini games...well more like 11, but more on that after. I can't believe I'm going to review this game. For your enjoyment, I proudly present to you: Calvin Tucker's Redneck Jamboree....yay...

Woke up to another five foot snow drift between me and my car and no hot water this morning. I have cold water, but nothing comes out when I turn on the hot water tap. I think the pipe from the water heater to the inside of the cottage is frozen somewhere. I borrowed a space heater from my landlady and went down into the scary crawl space and turned it on, but it doesn't seem to be helping so far. I'll give it another hour and see what happens and go from there.

No not bad news. News posted during BaD.