I'm So Totally Still Alive, Guys.

[wickedorin]

Estelle and Ferdinand got finished... a bit ago. Along with Nadia, they're all on their way to Desert Bus for Hope headquarters, so here's hoping they arrive safely and quickly.

Stuff, things, happenings. Today was cleaning day so I lack the energy to type much about it, but all is well and I'm going to brave another (stupid fucking) plane in just a little over a week. May we all hope I don't get to spend another five extra hours in a damn airport. Considering I'll be spending another week with a certain someone and there will be a bead show involved (DANGER), hopefully a little glaring death threats toward the employees would be super effective.

Onto the usual: a whole bunch of links. Giving credit where credit is due: A developer's plea is just shameful to have to be written in the first place. I don't give a shit about anyone's internal politics; if someone did work, that someone deserves credit. End of fucking story.

Finally, total honesty from a developer: "Spec Ops: The Line suffers for its 'tacked on' and 'bullshit' multiplayer component, says lead designer Cory Davis."

A chat with Donnchadh Murphy from Rare. I know, the decline of Rare is sort of a common topic of articles these days, but seriously... there's a reason.

In much more positive news, I'm still excited for The Unfinished Swan.

In "well no shit" news, The Worst Internet Trolls Might Be Mentally Ill.

I am absolutely the only person I know who will care about this. Wind Waker Tech and Texture Analysis.

S-E are still giant trolls and we still love them somehow.

You've probably already heard, but if not: How copyright enforcement robots killed the Hugo Awards.

More and more, I want to see Robot and Frank.

Minnie Mouse, Daisy Duck Whittled Down for Barneys's Holiday Campaign. Disney. NO. This is why you can't have nice things for more than a few years at a time.

Movie time! Play Dead is a zombie movie from dogs' point of view. Not too much to be squeamish about, but do be warned.

And METRO is just lovely. I'm the kind of person who loved the ending.

Because it might be helpful to you writers some day: How to Write About Hermaphrodite Sex.

Man dressed as Spider-Man runs around committing wacky spider-mischief. Because, dude. Spidey.

Prominent scientists sign declaration that animals have conscious awareness, just like us. Congratulations on your stating the obvious, human race. Seriously, though, this is kind of a big deal and I'm happy about it. It's just... so insanely stupid that it's taking this long.

Ask Me About Being a Birthday Party Princess is the perfect way to end this post. I promise it's worth your time.