March 2012
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Come see me perform in NYC on April 19th →
DOODZ this show is going to be UTTERLY RIDONKULOUS. Kris Keyser, Zilla Persona, ECOMOG, Chipocrite, and Yours Truly smashing out the BLEEPS and BLORPS for 5 HOURS. $10 at the door, come out and see me!
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January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
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Here it is: the first single from Proper Gander....
October 2011
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A new album is in the works.
I’m calling it “Proper Gander,” and it ‘s going to melt your faces off. Trying to get the debut track done in time for my show with SKGB, Trey Frey, and Pixel Seed on November 17th at PhilaMOCA, so if you want a taste you’ll have to wait till then, or ply me with sexual favors.
Or maybe just like me on Facebook. I’ll post something when it’s ready :p.
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My final argument for games as art.
So I’ve been having an alarming number of nightmares recently. My nightmares don’t tend to be of the obvious pain-of-death variety; more of the slow, horrifying realization type. Last night’s was particularly crushing, and I would like to share it with you.
A different place, a different time. I lived in a house, with my wife, in a world overrun with vicious predators, who...
September 2011
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August 2011
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[Attribution Needed]
A few weeks ago, I was in Jersey with my mother. We often end up talking about music, with her playing the 14-year-old pop lover to my cranky old man. In any event, she tells me, “Hey, there’s this great new Rihanna track you should hear, you’ll love it!” The song in question was “Cheers (Drink To That)” — not a bad song, really, and certainly appropriate...
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July 2011
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Vacation was absolutely awesome. Since I...
June 2011
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Haven’t posted in a while, and work is...
May 2011
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OH SHIT SWAG
If you ever wanted an 8-bit-halo/coin/pancake emblazoned on your breast, well, now you can have that. Check out the swag button in the menu, or just hit the link:
http://dainsaint.com/swag
WORK IT
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AND SPEAKING OF KICKSTARTER
You guys should totally get on this:
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/zillapersona/bring-a-nerdcore-hip-hop-showcase-in-philly
Because Zilla Persona is awesome-sick-nasty, because I’m going to be playing there, because everyone needs more nerdcore in their life, and because the more money we get, the more bands get to play. Hell, with enough cash he’ll even through in booze. You...
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Pieces of 8.
O hai guise.
I finished my album: http://dainsaint.bandcamp.com
I’m really happy with how it came out. It’s not perfect, but I’m okay with letting it into the wild — which is great for me, since I have a really hard time finishing things. Each track represents a different genre of game:
Fog of War: RPG
Chandrasekhar Limit: Shmup
Half-Full: Run-n-gun ( à la Mega Man)
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April 2011
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March 2011
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January 2011
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December 2010
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November 2010
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Horns
Few things sound as great as 40+ skilled musicians playing together. It’s a fundamental fact that makes things like orchestras, choruses, and big bands sound awesome — you’re simply achieve a fullness of sound not possible any other way. And trying to replicate that sound is important to me, largely because I’m not great at the writing part of writing music, and studio...
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October 2010
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It's 4AM in Philly, I'm hungry, and I don't know...
Don’t panic! I’m here to help:
If there are a lot of people yelling, and lots of black girls in hooker boots, you’re probably on South Street. Hit South Street Diner at 2nd and South.
If there are a lot of people yelling, and lots of asian girls in hooker boots, you’re probably in Old City. Try seeing if Soho Pizza is still open, 2nd and Market.
If you remember seeing a Wendy’s not too long...
August 2010
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Human Beings Are Not Shaped Like Question Marks.
Dear Gragnok,
I am writing you because I recently had a fairly poor experience on a flight with your airline, and I believe you may be in a unique position to prevent such a thing in the future.
I am a small business owner, who recently took a bit of time off to visit my girlfriend in California. I was rather stressed, having many deadlines to meet in a short period of time, and was looking...
Welcome?
Okay. I think I like this? I’ve copied all of my excerpts over from my old blogspot thingy, so they’re here now. When my eyes aren’t blurry I’ll do something more introductory here.
Also, maybe when I have more than 23 followers on twitter :-p
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Kleptotecture
It started out small.
I was at a restaurant, waiting for my chicken or whatever to show up. The place was one of those modern joints built into a turn-of-the-century building: wood and steel, high-efficiency lightbulbs and exposed brick. Seated near the window, I was absent-mindedly rubbing my fingers along the mortar holding the wall together. I felt the smallest of snaps, like breaking the arm...
July 2010
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Time Travel
“I’m not sure I understand.” Perry smiles and takes a deep breath. “I know I have forever to explain this to you, Quentin,” he says, “but I’d rather not take it.” Quentin chuckles as the pair look out on the fractured landscape, great glaciers of obsidian glass undulating as would the pistons of a great engine. “I don’t mean to be daft,...
March 2010
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What's Mine is Mine
A star explodes in my brain and I’m awake. In my nostrils, the smell of steel; in my mouth, the taste of copper. White-hot light sears my eyes; my ears scream as blood rushes through. My joints snap like splintered wood, fingers crackling towards the sky, as wet coughs escape my dry throat. I’m alive. Fucking Christ, where am I? Cold metal on my back, dry plastic on my legs…...
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Gordian Knot
My name is Shane Hastings, and I untangle things. When I was younger, say four or five, my older brothers started noticing I never had the same problems with my laces they always seemed to have. Their hastily tied bows would quickly dissolve into hideous, knotted tangles, grimy tapeworms latched to them for dear life. So they started bringing them to me to untie them. It was simple for me. No...
January 2010
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On the Importance of Staying in Touch
Let say, for a minute, you can see the future.
Y’know, just a hypothetical. You can just, like, totally close your eyes and see the future. Not, like, too far ahead or anything, but you can see like maybe when the bus is gonna come or somethin’. Maybe a little further, like the deli’s gonna be outta pastrami tomorrow afternoon or what have you.
Then let’s saying...
December 2009
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Suzanne Moratorium
The sleet falls like sugar in a tin pan, spilling on God’s kitchen floor and sending the city’s vermin scattering in to its darkest alleys. Red and blue lights splash through the window and jump off my desk as I send a shot of bourbon down to meet the other four. It’s cheaper than heating and easier than counseling, and with my lack of clientele lately it’s prudent to watch...
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Concentrate, pt. 1
My mother says, “Close your eyes.” She waits a moment, then adds, “Push it to the top of your mouth, and exhale slowly.” I do. She says, “Let your mind relax.” I try. I drown out the clinking of glasses, taking of orders. The couple two tables to the right just got engaged. The guy at the bar buying a round just got promoted. Drown them out. Another moment, and...
November 2009
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Internal Monologue
“Paul, come in, sit down.” Come on come on come on come on. Gimme the job. Gimme the job. Come on. “We’ve been reviewing your application…” And you’d love to extend the position to me? “…very strong credentials, very strong. You came so highly recommended…” That you’d gladly fire the entire board and give me all of their...
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Bildungsroman
I was fifteen when I died. She came to me, radiant gossamer beauty, and gave me a choice. And because I was afraid, I said no. She didn’t say anything, but Her disappointment killed me as I watched Her smile, and fade to nothingness, leaving me alone in the wood brown living room of my parent’s house. I didn’t know it then, but that’s when I died. I soon saw the others on...
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Greasy Spoon
“To or from?” Kate looked at the time-worn man behind the counter. “Hmm?” she replied. “You runnin’ to, or from?” She laughed half-heartedly. “From. Maybe to. How did you know?” The man — Ed, his shirt said, if it was his shirt — said, “I always tell people, this ain’t a town, it’s a waystation. People only come...
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A Proposition
He said, “Do you want to sleep with me?” and she said, “Excuse me?” He said again, “Do you want to sleep with me, ” this time more as a statement than a question, and exasperated, she replied “What kind of woman do you think I am, exactly?” He sat next to her on the empty subway seat and said, “The kind of woman that likes to keep things...