Finally, a gaming company that seems focused on using the power of gaming to impact social change. It's the first indigenous-owned video game company in the US. It's using games to tell the stories of their people.
Check it..
Never Alone - Game Trailer from Never Alone on Vimeo.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Dead Cyclists
We Montreal cyclists have become a bit like insects.
We die so much on the streets people barely notice anymore.
And when they do, they usually say its our fault, just like the splattered fly is responsable for having crashed on their windshield.
I know I'm gonna end up under a truck, and it scares the shit out of me. Not because I'm afraid of dying but rather because I'm afraid of surviving it, even if its just for a few agonizing hours. I'd rather die right on spot.
This is why I've been thinking about devising this new invention: its a headband you wear just like any other headband, except this one's filled with black powder and an impact fuse. Whenever the wearer suffers an impact, his head explodes, thus exterminating any risks of surviving a gruesome écrapou.
Now I know sometimes it really is the cyclist's fault.
No later than today, my little sister took this picture from her balcony. The guy's riding on Pie-IX, the highway/boulevard, and Ontario, the east side's drunk junction. This guy's gonna go on riding all his life and die in bed from a peaceful natural death, while I probably will die from electrocution by a defective safety light on my bike.
We die so much on the streets people barely notice anymore.
And when they do, they usually say its our fault, just like the splattered fly is responsable for having crashed on their windshield.
I know I'm gonna end up under a truck, and it scares the shit out of me. Not because I'm afraid of dying but rather because I'm afraid of surviving it, even if its just for a few agonizing hours. I'd rather die right on spot.
This is why I've been thinking about devising this new invention: its a headband you wear just like any other headband, except this one's filled with black powder and an impact fuse. Whenever the wearer suffers an impact, his head explodes, thus exterminating any risks of surviving a gruesome écrapou.
Now I know sometimes it really is the cyclist's fault.
No later than today, my little sister took this picture from her balcony. The guy's riding on Pie-IX, the highway/boulevard, and Ontario, the east side's drunk junction. This guy's gonna go on riding all his life and die in bed from a peaceful natural death, while I probably will die from electrocution by a defective safety light on my bike.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
I Hope Master of the Craw Doesn't See This
So, I was fucking my daughter last night and my wife walked in. She was in shock. I don't know what she was more surprised by - the fact that I was fucking my daughter, or the fact that the abortion clinic let me keep it.
Monday, April 28, 2014
The Beach Boys...
I don't understand all of these people that claim that The Beach Boys are brilliant. I mean, take a look at this YouTube video... classic Beach Boys... classic.
So overrated.
So overrated.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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