So I keep saying I mean to write more often (I never actually intended to write less often, it just happened, and then years passed). But it occurs to me that, as assertions go, “I plan to write more stuff” is rather vague. It’s like saying “I’ll be a better person.” There’s no there there. Then today while I was avoiding doing work it occurred to me that maybe what I ought to do is paint myself into a corner. Publicly commit to a concrete deliverable on an actual timeline. A binding contract* between myself and all the person who still visits the site.
It’s Next Fest this week on Steam. There’s over 700 demos of upcoming games! I will play and report on twelve of them. One a day, chosen at random† for the next twelve days, starting today‡.
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*The contract is binding only in the sense that it is neither binding nor a contract. I don’t promise to do. I promise to try. And yes, smartass, there is a try. Don’t drag Yoda into it. Okay? Okay.
†Games will be chosen “at random” only in the sense that my selections will be highly curated and not very random at all. True randomness runs the risk of accidentally picking like a tentacle hentai thing. No judgment on fans of tentacle hentai; it’s just I’m not one (a fan of it), and I don’t want to spend a year disabusing Steam’s recommendation algorithm of the notion that twenty minutes of Waifu Neko Squid or whatever is my way of asking for a bunch of schoolgirl porn visual novels in my feed.
‡I mean “today” only in the sense that I actually mean “tomorrow.” It’s already 10:45pm and I’m only one paragraph into my Terra Nil demo writeup.
Email the author of this post at Steerpike@Tap-Repeatedly.com. His Tap address has been flooded with male enhancement spam for a while now, but if by some miracle he sees your message, he promises§ to respond.
§This promise is only a promise in the sense that it’s not a promise. He won’t respond if you’re super mean.