T w e n t y S i d e d
Day 1: I think I might be getting sick. Maybe. Feel funny.
Day 2: Dang. I’m sick. Bah. This isn’t so bad. I can take it.
Day 3: This is it. I’m going to die. I’m going to be one of those guys who snuffs it before reaching middle age. I wonder what my funeral will be like?
Day 4: I lament that I was ever brought into this world, for it is now my lot to endure these dark horrors. Life is a vast and joyless expanse of misery and suffering without meaning or merit.
Day 5: I am infected to the very soul. Each breath is an ordeal. Each moment a punishment. My heart may continue to beat, but it does so against my will.
Day 6: I think I’m on the mend. Whew. That was nasty.
Day 7: You’re getting sick? Tough break. Well, suck it up. Don’t be such a baby.
Marvel's Civil War
Team Cap or Team Iron Man? More importantly, what basis would you use for making that decision?
PC Hardware is Toast
This is why shopping for graphics cards is so stupid and miserable.
Programming Vexations
Here is a 13 part series where I talk about programming games, programming languages, and programming problems.
The Witch Watch
My first REAL published book, about a guy who comes back from the dead due to a misunderstanding.
Skylines of the Future
Cities: Skylines is bound to have a sequel sooner or later. Where can this series go next, and what changes would I like to see?
Heh.
Classic, classic Shamus.