Kevin · Allen · Jr.

So, I've got some new photos up on my flickr. They are perhaps not the safest for work, but I think you should push the envelope and go for it, it's nothing porn-y.

I found out yesterday that Sweet Agatha has been nominated for the Diana Jones award. That's sort of like a nobel prize for gaming (although even saying that makes me feel like a total fake and phony). I'm surprised and super pleased.

This one is about the secret wars...

No, not those, the one being waged between FedEx and UPS.

I figure that if you don't think a nationalized healthcare plan is a good idea, you probably don't have any idea what it's like not having healthcare.

Progress comes whether industry likes it or not. Sometimes necessary innovation bankrupts those that didn't have the foresight or care to consider the needs of real human beings. It's not an accident or a problem, it's the very fulcrum capitalism bends upon. Those so concerned with avoiding socialism would be well suited to take an econ class so as better to understand what it is exactly that they are defending. Marching boldly into the future inevitably leaves the craven and stubborn behind. Just ask typewriter manufacturers, library card catalogs, Pan Am, telegram services, or GM.

Stalwart nostalgia and personal greed are no excuse for hamstringing the weakest members of society. That is, the working class citizens that the venal and pandering so love to court.

Making it IN ANY WAY more difficult for the ill to get treatment is perverse and grotesque. Turning the plight of the sick into a strange political gambit is not simply wrongheaded, it's predatory and cruel. Cruel in the same way pretend-drowning is cruel; cruel in the same way locking someone in a sweltering rattan hut is cruel; cruel in the same way shooting animals from helicopters is cruel.

It is a dark farce of a caring nation that would see me bankrupt and homeless because I fell and broke an arm, or got a bad cold, or needed to get my tonsils out. You want to help people? You want to do gods work? Be a patriot? Then concern yourself with the plight of the tired, the poor, the tempest-tossed, and look beyond the ludicrous desires of rich old men who would use sensationalism, propaganda, and hate-speech to line their pockets at the expense of any not like themselves.

Really, in other words: Don't be a douche, the people need doctors.

New post on Adverting disaster. Part two of the Espresso book machine discussion. (NOTE: if you feed this content to your LJ, you got a sneak peak at my editors notes thanks to a copy/paste snafu, lucky you. This problem has since been corrected on the actual blog.)

New photos up on My Flickr. Like this one: