The day hangs behind me like a charmed venomous cobra. Sure, the threat is always there to imprison my life behind a poisoned sequester, but today I decide to press on. The sun beats down littering the Texas pavement with more trashy sunlight. Nobody needs the day to be hotter and really the sun should just be for emergency occasions to make certain Earth does not become Pluto. What I'm trying to say is: it's hot and I'm tired.

But i cannot sleep yet. No. There is writing to be done. And blogging to be read. And nerdisms to coin. This is the rejoinder of a session long in recess. Welcome to the inner Congress of Space City Nerd.

Why did I ever stop producing literature for this site? Was it the spartan postings and deliberate and irrational scheduling? I mean a guy looks to crank out several hundred words, he would appreciate the ability to view said words within a Chrome browser a few minutes separate. It's not like I lacked the topical knowledge to become a pundit for the videogame peoples-- I was too engrossed in the stories of a game's development to care if it was good-- but I believe it was the lack of contrary force that made me lose interest.

The opinions of a videogame world and NERDS in general is a safe inconsequential debate. One can argue the legitimacy of an actor or artist all day long on an infinite supply of message boards. Trolling as an art form adopted by a mad troop of wandering self-proclaimed Core. Where is the spirit in consequence? If I say Firefly deserved to be cancelled, how does this spark a larger debate than whether the death penalty is ethically wrong?

Context is king, as someone said, probably out of context.

Right now, we live and abide in a world where nerd is a code for cool. It is the quickest most direct slang to describe ourselves without actually placing any descriptors on our person. You like comic books: you are a nerd. Sci-Fi, videogames, boardgames, cardgames, hell fantasy football players are now card-carrying members of the student AV club. So if everyone is a nerd, how come nerd talk is not allowed to mature and enter the larger philosophical conversations? Why must an idea that videogames are considered art be shoved aside for being too subjective; yet that same audience regularly polls itself to find out which Space Marine is the best? What is the game critic's real job? I mean, is it to decide which titles are purchase worthy; warn off the more salient creations; or simply build boilding hype for blockbusters. I believe a game critic is all of this, but more so speaking to the ideas and purpose beyond what takes 8 hours to play. It is to ask WHAT is play.

Why is this control scheme better? Why is there fun in spending time exploring smaller spaces and traversing larger expanses crammed with detail?

I don't wish to review games. Instead I want to talk about videogames are as an asset to understanding the human soul. Martin Heidegger classified his god as I and Thou, player and game. So my big deal question is this:

Do videogames prove the existence of God?