How Awesome Would It Be to Have The RZA as Your Dad? @1:13 PM
Self-professed recovering video-game addict the RZA (a.k.a. Prince Rakeem, The Abbot, Bobby Digital, Bobby Steels, the RZArector, Ruler Zig-zag-zig Allah, etc.) tells his sons, "If it was up to me… You wanna make me happy? Four hours of video games a day is enough." 3
Video Game Demographics Look A Lot Like GOP Congressional Delegation @1:20 PM
To the frontiers of technology: "You might not be surprised to hear that the demographics of video-game characters don't quite match up with those of real populations. But the first 'virtual census' of the human characters that inhabit US video games exposes just how much they diverge from reality. The survey reveals that males, adults and white people are over-represented in games. Females, black people, children and the elderly are correspondingly under-represented." What the fuck is up with that? I want to be able to blow away a bunch of mutant toddlers, damn it. 7
Long Player with D.R. Adams: Galaxian 2 Handheld, New York City @4:30 PM
You and I, we aren't from here. I know I am not anyway and if this whole universe including me turns out to be a harsh game, well, consider my imagined heart crushed and my fictional breath taken totally away. What a beautifully cruel thing of unimaginable definition and color this place is. What incredible aberrations; what perfect anomalies. I sure as hell don't know what the fuck I am doing here and I am quite certain that you don't either. In fact, I can't recall the nothing I was before. I wonder what the nothing will feel like later. That's how I can do whatever it is that I do and not give a rat's ass, not really, what someone else thinks. That said, I was wrong about Galaxian. I managed to find the handheld of Galaxian (2) and well, it is kind of great in all its simplicity. Like the color blue. Like pizza. Like laughing. READ MORE 39
Long Player with D. R. Adams: Tron, 1982 (Bally Midway) @6:19 PM
I remember the light of the sun shining straight lines of rays through the hollowed-out space above the street—and the dark shadow in the bulky concrete shafts of bleh that rose to the side. I also remember pain. Total pain in my fucking heart and mind. Total static…. It was the end. Manhattan was meant to go cheesecloth and me butter—like the oil of eternity through the laugh track of a commercial in outer space where a mop dances with Fred Astaire and he accidentally drops a sardine off his cracker and says, "Oh dear, summer plums, I have spilled my hors d'oeuvres." Then a bunch of spiders crawl from the subway and he blasts them with his donut lazer. Ah shit. READ MORE 62
Long Player With D. R. Adams: Gorf, The End Of The World, And The Legacy Of Danzig @10:28 AM
It really feels like the end of the world. In science magazines there are articles about colonizing space and other planets but we won't ever do that. We're stuck on the hot rock full of water waiting for the inevitable asteroid. All you have to do is look at the moon—that fucking thing is covered in cosmic ACNE and those craters are made by things flying at 13 miles a second. Somebody get Bruce Willis on the phone. He can handle anything.
Possibly I feel this way because I am getting kind of old. I am slightly narcissistic/self-obsessed so the whole fucking universe needs to be in trouble to take the heat off my "I am now going to be old" shit. I am not saying it is happy times or the era of free weed but, you know, when you are in trouble it makes it a lot easier to handle when someone or something comes along all fubar and just in way more hot water than you. My only escape from all this madness is video games, "Moonlighting" episodes on DVD (see, I told you Bruce Willis makes it all better) and poets. So let's talk about video games. READ MORE 65
