The Mezunian

Accompanying music I’m sorry. I forgot— leaf drowning in snow.

Out o’ all the superstitious political ideas that still have power, probably the only 1 dumber than laissez-faire is nationalism, ’specially “left-wing” nationalism. Thus it’s with deep misgivings that I see inane laissy libertarianism be surpassed by an e’en dumber ideology. That this ideology’s primary defense is simply to assert that it’s the only thing […]

Spring scents, snow-white cat.

I don’t know how, but some suns ago I ran into this page full o’ haiku & made the mad mistake to try understanding it through Google Translate. The poetry I received touched me in places so touchy that I had to share them. Scaffale: 電信柱（なだらかな緑の山を） Google Translate: Telephone pole (a gentle green mountain) A […]

Warm Up: I probably thought o’ the basic concept ’hind this level—survive a certain ’mount o’ time—before I e’en started this particular version o’ the project; but this particular implementation was made just this day. Other ideas I had were staying on ladders & avoiding Bullet-Bill equivalents; but this one looks much better, & is […]

Apple on a peanut butter— fall winters.

& now for something completely different: a top-down maze level that blatantly rips off Pac-Man, but without the fancy voice clips o’ someone swearing whenever they die. Like Pac-Man, there are 4 antagonists that chase you, in this case eyeballs, ’cause ’twas a convenient graphic I had lying round. They can sort o’ be distinguished […]

Still winter… it don’t taste so bad— burnt popcorn.

There. I said it. Bring on the hate, mannnnnn. “¿What the fuck are ‘HTML5 games’? I don’t want to hear you talk ’bout that shit—go back to talking ’bout Game Boy Advance games & writing Spanish haikus ’bout suicidal moons.” Fuck you, reader. Don’t tell me how I do what I do. Nobody gets to. […]

On the bus: Laughter— Disturbed songs while reading chick lit.