Wherein Adam talks (possibly out of his ass) about getting out of the slush pile.
Wherein Adam wonders if fan art should be held accountable for the problematic subtexts of the original works.
Wherein I mull on definitions of horror and reject the idea of entry-level science fiction.
Wherein I throw in my two cents on Tim Kreider’s essay on writing for free.
Wherein I explore how The Sims takes a steaming dump on the centuries old relationship between technology, art, and engagement with both.
Mark Kowgier joins the Page of Reviews’ elite writing crew. His first decision is to disagree with the editor.
I’m taking to Google+ for a live, unscripted, and only slightly scotch-soaked movie trailer riff session. Join me.
The trailer for the upcoming RoboCop remake proves that José Padilha and his team of six writers don’t know the first damn thing about RoboCop