Rez is one of the great games, a zen trance techno dance mind warper, and worth buying a Dreamcast just to play. A sequel? Yes please.

McSweeneys:

Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

David Astle, SMH crossword compiler extraordinaire, on the problem of English being ubiquitous when it comes to expleting:

Even without the study leave, most people know English basics: hello, thank you, how much and f—- off. Our tongue’s the lingua franca of movies, business and football tournaments. Whenever we cuss, the message is pretty evident and the mud can only stick. In tonight’s game, the Socceroos may be likened to warthog pizzles in any of Ghana’s 47 languages, but unless the ref is multilingual, then the sledge will be missed and the yellow card stay idle.

David Foster Wallace’s Commencement Speech at Kenyon University. I don’t know anything about DFW, but this is a great speech:

This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well-adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t. You get to decide what to worship.

Of course, he’s not, as the deep earthy tones of his gravelling voice attests. He sounds so…experienced. Like he’s lived life, and can’t help oozing poetic sub-hip-hop wisdom. It’s only a short album, but leaves an impression. Standout track New York Is Killing Me is still fresh months after release. Even the CD liner notes flow like water:

There is a proper procedure for taking advantage of any investment.

Music, for example. Buying a CD is an investment.

To get the maximum you must

LISTEN TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME UNDER OPTIMUM CONDITIONS.

Not in your car or on a portable player through a headset.

Take it home.

Get rid of all distractions, (even her or him).

Turn off your cell phone.

Turn off everything that rings or beeps or rattles or whistles.

Make yourself comfortable.

Play your CD.

LISTEN all the way through.

Think about what you got.

Think about who would appreciate this investment.

Decide if there is someone to share this with.

Turn it on again.

Enjoy Yourself.

9 moves to win - assuming no-one upends the board first. As one commentor put it:

I’d always thought the real purpose of Monopoly was not so much to be a proper board game but rather to serve as a focus for sibling conflict.

Tears weren’t uncommon in our household.

Why bother reading E3 summaries when Penny Arcade can do it in 3 panes. Love how they nail Microsoft suits-as-gamers.

My dad has an old vinyl record with Big Bad John on it - great tragic country music. But who knew that the same guy was also a “breakfast meat innovator”, responsible for the frankly unbelievable “Pancakes & Sausages on a Stick with Chocolate Chips”. Pancakes. Sausages. Chocolate Chips. On a stick.

The beginning of a catastrophic sprint crash in the Tour de Suisse.

The Expendables, gloriously moronic apparently. Unlike, say, Prince of Persia, which was just moronic.