Month: December 2006

  • Sneaking in under the radar and just before the deadline

    It’s William Gallagher with his targets of Sell A Novel and Sell A Drama To TV. One bottle per, as usual. In other news: I got through to the next round of the Gumball 3000 competition. Looks like my opponents from the Scribosphere are Good Dog and Phill Barron. Fortunately there are three prizes, so […]

  • Kids Today

    Down the pub this evening, I was appalled to discover that the toilet had been vandalised with one of the most offensive things in the English language. The word “Cunts” had been scratched into the wood above the urinal. With an apostrophe.

  • A maze of twisty little passages, all alike.

    Marking papers re-interpreted as a text adventure. Text adventures, kids, are what we used to do before they were able to pipe verisimily worlds directly into our brain-pans. Ask your grandfather, if you can get him out of that Ginger Lynn sim.

  • Phat l00t from the corpses of the dead

    So, apparently there’s going to be a Firefly MMO. Well, it could work, and work well. There’s a passionate fanbase, and they “hope to get input from series creator Joss Whedon.” The Firefly ‘verse has several well-defined areas and a great many more unexplored corners. The potential’s there. But is it gonna fly? You’ll note […]

  • It’s The Team-Up You Never Thought You’d SEE!!!

    See! Smilin’ Stan Lee and Gibbering Jack Chick, in the Cosmic Meeting of all Time! Prepare to be blown away by the peripatetic parenthetical pants-wettingly parodical power of: Galactus Is Coming!!! Excelsior!

  • O, my boys. O, my beautiful boys.

    (Big-ass spoilers for Casino Royale.) Hm. Now, which organisation makes money from terrorism, revenge, and extortion? Has an enormous thing about loyalty? And, it seems, Does Not Tolerate Failure? O, my boys. I’ve missed you.