Two Fedoras

In case you hadn’t noticed, the Earth is doing its northern tilt twoards the sun thing, and that more or less means it’s getting hot. I think it’s 427 degrees outside right now, which incidently happens to be the melting point of my resolve. What this also means is that it’s time to load up the wagon with supplies and set off on a cross country adventure of the family visiting type. If your mind is racing through your vast Rolodex of various Oregon Trail text style deaths, you’ve pretty much got the picture.

Of course my inevitable struggles against famine and dysentery are but the tip of the proverbial iceberg. The real struggle will be managing to survive without my consoles. In addition to the slow exceedingly painful withdrawls from console gaming, I’ll also have a difficult time doing any sort of posting. Likely I will be relegated to posting a brief poorly thought out rant of sorts about whatever I feel like ranting about. This could potentially be the best and worst thing ever, mostly for you, the reader.

I will, thankfully, have my iPad along, which will be the only real internet connection available. I actually bought the 3G model specifically with this yearly excursion in mind, since ten days away from the Interwebs typically results in greeting Death. I may also need to Google something important like “how to escape from bears.”

It’s pretty likely you don’t care where I’m going, but I’m going to tell you anyways. I’ll be cutting a swath through the American heart land driving from Tulsa, Oklahoma to a small town in Illinois called Pecatonica, which is near Rockford, which is a couple hours from Chicago — no, fortunately, I won’t be seeing a Blackhawks game.

This more or less concludes my public service announcement, be sure to look for our oddball content over the next ten or something days, or mark your calenders for when its safe to come back for your indie game goodness.