In which I revel in the fact that we play games to create fiction which is reality, while I try to make reality a fiction.
In which I puzzle over puzzles, gamers and life’s twists and turns.
In which I get started, and it’s the hardest thing — aside from timing the release of plot points, of course.
In which I ramble like the drunk best friend at a wedding about “how mush I loooove YOU, buddy!”
In which I justify my fascination with house reconstruction shows by showing how everything — utterly everything — is related to gaming, somehow.