Contrariwise

@thewizardly.com

Game designer. Thousands of RPG books I swear I'll get to. I invent problems so I can solve them and then build systems to create new ones. I've been wrong about everything at least once. Especially this. Big cryptid energy.

Every game and sport occupies a position in two-dimensional silly–serious space: one axis encodes how serious the game is, the other how seriously its adherents take it. Golf? Silly. Archery? Serious. The least serious sport with the most serious adherents is, trivially, tennis. In this essay…

Presented with the following choice: My dream home and working for “the man” forever. A trailer park and working for myself at my dream job. I pick option #2.

"“Stick your chest out and go like — fuck it. Let’s try.” — Bruce Straley, Co-Founder, Wildflower Interactive @ GDC 2026​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​"

Lyft died halfway between LAX and Anaheim. The driver only speaks Mandarin, I only speak English. His phone is translating to English for me, my phone is translating to Mandarin for him. He says it’s doing a pretty good job. So anyway, we live in the future.

Did I go to a book store in the gayborhood? Yes. Did they have a Dune tarot deck? Yes. Am I now in possession of a Dune tarot deck? A lady never kwizatz and tells.

I’ve never been particularly interested in conforming to society’s expectations. I learned to fake it, for the benefit of fitting in. Now, with the benefit of some duly earned confidence, society is welcome to fit in Deez Nuts.

The thinnest naturally occurring material is Free Hotel Breakfast Bacon. Much could be learned by studying the processes that lead to such delicate structures.

It’s an interesting conundrum. The person I actually am trying to build the person I’d like to be, using the constraints of my known behaviors to try to push on the rudder of the behaviors I’d like to change.