Tag Archives: videogames

07/10/2018 · 5:49 pm

Stabbing Westward

This is an early strip and it ain’t that great. I feel that works thematically with the band in question. I mean, do you even remember who I’m talking about?

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Filed under Bad Influences, Comix Classic & Current, Faint Signals, Idiot's Delight, Nostalgic Obsessions, Worst Of All

Tagged as 1990, 1990s, 1992, 1993, 1998, 2004, alternative music, Bands I Useta Like, Big Brother, breasts, Christopher Hall, college, corporate crap, Duke Nukem, Illinois, industrial, Jeff Tremaine, Jim Goad, Media Play, music, Nine Inch Nails, PlayStation, sellouts, Stabbing Westward, The Cure, videogames, Walter Flakus, whores

08/15/2017 · 11:51 am

In the early 1980s, video games were simple in concept, much like the “game apps” on phones nowadays. At heart, they were demonstrations of your skills with a joystick, paddle, or “track-ball” controller, performing one or more challenges. Eating all the dots, or climbing a scaffold to defeat a giant ape, to cite a couple of well-known examples. Navigating a maze while being pursued by killer robots. Killing a centipede, segment by segment. Swinging on vines over bottomless pits.

Or, flying planes into buildings. For fun!

Signed by programmer Steve Cartwright!

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Tagged as 1970s, 1980s, 1981, 1982, Activision, Atari 2600, Carol Shaw, corporate crap, daredevils, David Crane, Great Videogame Crash of 1983, Imagic, New Jersey, Steve Cartwright, videogames

03/06/2017 · 1:02 pm

PaRappa the Crapper

Long ago, in the Before Times, I was dating a woman with a very young daughter. I had not yet gelled as an artistic entity, and was in the process of learning that I’m really not cut out to be a father, even a surrogate one. This became apparent on two occasions. Both were attempts on my part to make a connection with a kid. Both failed hilariously.

The first was the purchase of a “children’s book”. I spent hours at Books-A-Million (down the block from Media Play) hunting for just the right one. It had to be colorful, clever, and not condescending. I refused to buy anything “kiddie”, on principle. It had to be something that enticed, thrilled, and sparked the imagination, like the books I read in my grade school library.

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