48fps, Bad 3D Glasses, and Three Hours of Blue People
A trip to see Avatar: The Way of Water turns into a rant about high frame rate projection, RealD glasses that never fit right, and a storm that might wreck holiday flights.
A trip to see Avatar: The Way of Water turns into a rant about high frame rate projection, RealD glasses that never fit right, and a storm that might wreck holiday flights.
A cold snap, a broken radiator, and the Steam Winter Sale going head to head for my attention while I try to ignore the bigger Twitter news for once.
A rundown of what I actually bought (and put back) over Black Friday weekend, plus some dish-washing time spent watching Orion swing past the Moon.
Staying up until 1:47 a.m. to watch Artemis I finally leave the pad, and some thoughts on why a successful Moon rocket launch barely made a dent in a feed full of Twitter and FTX chaos.
Rockstar confirmed the huge GTA 6 footage leak today, and watching it unfold sent me straight back to downloading the stolen Half-Life 2 source code off IRC in 2003.
A half-asleep 5 AM preorder for the AirPods Pro 2, a still-Lightning charging case that's annoying me, and the strange feeling of a huge tech launch and huge real-world news sharing the same week.
Writing this during a California heat wave and nonstop Flex Alerts, with some thoughts on the irony of being asked not to charge EVs two weeks after the state announced its 2035 gas car ban.
California banned new gas car sales by 2035, then days later asked everyone not to charge their EVs during a brutal heat wave. Some thoughts on the whiplash.
Celsius Network froze withdrawals this week and the Fed hiked rates three quarters of a point. A personal, mildly smug take on why sky-high crypto yields never made sense.
A week and a half into Elden Ring and I'm still fighting the frame rate as much as the bosses — some thoughts on FromSoftware's long history of janky PC ports.
Starting Elden Ring during the strangest possible week to start anything, plus a small note on the Nvidia security incident that got buried by bigger news.
The New York Times bought Wordle for a low-seven-figure sum, and instead of writing about the deal itself I want to talk about what a dumb little word game did to my family's group chat.