Never trust the client
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Aug 132007
Game companies making movies
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Aug 132007
Yves Guillemot says the industry needs to make more movies, in part so that assets can be shared and in part in order to push towards seeing the central core value of developers as being IP creation.
“We will have to start making movies,” he continued, “because if we don’t do it, we won’t be able to take advantage of the power of the next generation. In creating movies and games at the same time, we see what we have to improve to make better games as well.”
World Fantasy Awards finalists
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Aug 132007
Whoohoo, congrats to Mark Finn (whom I know from the Texas SF/F scene, Tryptophan/Turkey City stuff).
And I told you that Privilege of the Sword was really good. 🙂 I need to track down some of these others… The novel nominees:
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- Lisey’s Story, Stephen King (Scribner; Hodder & Stoughton)
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- The Privilege of the Sword, Ellen Kushner (Bantam Spectra; Small Beer Press)
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- The Lies of Locke Lamora, Scott Lynch (Gollancz; Bantam Spectra)
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- The Orphan’s Tales: In the Night Garden, Catherynne M. Valente (Bantam Spectra)
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- Soldier of Sidon, Gene Wolfe (Tor)
1997 all over again?
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Aug 132007
Metaversed has a post titled “7 Reasons Why Virtual Worlds Are Like the Web Circa 1997.”
Funny, I’ve usually used the one-liner that they’re more like Prodigy in 1994. After all, by 1997 we had common browsers, even though they supported the <blink></blink> tag. In 1994 Prodigy actually sent down pictures of the screen to be drawn bitmap style. Which let me tell you, was brutal on a modem.
The Sunday Poem: Jungle Book part V
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Aug 122007
V. The Water Beside the River
The sun makes its green-filtered way down past leaves.
Clouds scud when the Waingunga is not high enough.
Rocks grind and grumble current in the depths.
The breeze hackles necks and scatters mosquitoes.
The water at the edges is hidden by lilypads and leaves.
Some are dark brown and others a sickly vibrant green.
Insects skate across the water as if it were glass.
Sketchy ripples slide away from their pockmark feet.
Damp velvet water slides cold and oily against skin.
Feet feel the whispery touches of waterlily roots.
A wild plantain stretches out its sharp triangular leaf.
Where it touches the water it sends out ripples like explorers.
