Guys. Double Fine, the crazy mad geniuses behind some of the best games of the last few years, wants help to fund their next project. They’re asking us, the fans, to help them gather the money to create their new game. They want to keep it pure and untainted by the corporates. And I mean, come on. It’s Double Fine, and that’s really all you should have to know.
I would give Tim Schafer at least five dollars if I saw him on the street, so I’d definitely give him more money if he promised me an adventure game. Oh wait he just has, because sometimes the universe gives you exactly the opportunity you want. I’m all signed up, guys. What about you?
I keep refreshing the kickstarter page in disbelief, because my mind’s unable to process OVER HALF THE BUDGET BEING RAISED IN FOUR HOURS.
I keep expecting a decimal point being off somewhere, a la The Muppets.
(I’d die happy if they could somehow make the project be a Psychonauts 2: Rescue Truman Zanatto, and I’d be even happier if it were a 3D platformer- but I have no idea what the budget for a platformer’d be in comparison to a simple well-made point-n-click. Either way, I’m thrilled, and maybe, someday, there’ll be a sequel.
Especially if this project gets a lot of attention.)
:’D
These people make my future seems like a plausible option.
Certainly that is one of the means I employ to avoid the remarkably overstated reach of the law. Mind you, scanning so many bandwidths of communication does lead me to stumble across the odd piece of miscellany…
A fairly short-lived nickname within a small group, but it stuck with me all the same. I did a project on Roy Lichenstein in school and chose DC comics as a source of inspiration. There were a couple of Superman issues with Jimmy Olsen in them, who I took to drawing, and a few of my classmates pointed out that I looked quite like him. I found little objection to it and to my amusement ended up being called Jimmy for a number of weeks.
Also, if I’d been a boy I would have been called Jimmy after my grandfather, so; there you have it.
Well I just did something that makes me feel like the worst human being on Earth
But of course I’m not going to say what.
And I don’t feel like I shouldn’t have said what I did.
Because if I hadn’t the other person wouldn’t have had any explanation or way to understand.
But emails are notoriously easy to misinterpret.
And they live a long way away so there’s a time lag.
But I love them.
A lot.
A lot a lot.
And now I’m sad but I needed to say it and I did my best to put it all carefully and kindly and honestly so it’s all true and I think I did the right thing so I shouldn’t be sad but I still am and it hurts.
I should be doing a Hatter post, or one of the nickname portraits or something, but I can’t because I have the worst headache and I don’t know whyyyyyy nooooooo stoooop iiiiiiit.
