Archive for April, 2009

Okay seriously it’s G4

I jumped the gun a little bit on the announcement and had to redact some information, but now it’s official!

Senior Games Editor,, effectiiiiiiiiiive…now!



When I was unemployed, They told me that getting a job should be a full-time job. Now that I have a full-time job, finding a car is a full-time job, getting an apartment is a full-time job, and figuring out the move is a full-time job.

Also, I now have a new full-time job.

0-60 in 3.5 sec…

I ? L.A.


“But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that’s why I found the place so darned interestin’. See, they call Los Angeles the “City Of Angels”; but I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. But I’ll allow it as there are some nice folks there. ‘Course I ain’t never been to London, and I ain’t never seen France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, as the feller says. But I’ll tell you what – after seeing Los Angeles, and this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d seen in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me.”

And with that, I’m moving to Los Angeles, concluding over six years of residence in the San Francisco Bay Area. [JOB DETAILS RE-CLASSIFIED!]

I think it was the frequent blog posts that impressed them so much.

It is a bittersweet decision, leaving friends in San Francisco to join friends in LA, but I’m really excited about what’s going [TO HAPPEN!] — and relieved to be back [WHERE I’M GOING TO!].

More to come!  Memories!  Plans!  Pictures?  More memories!  Pleas for restaurant/bar suggestions!

Brandt will fill you in on the details…

Miller Park South

Dear Developers of The Bigs 2,

Thank you for choosing Milwaukee 1B and super-slugger Prince Fielder as your cover athlete for The Bigs 2. I think it’s awesome that you are the first developers/publishers to put a Wisconsin-based athlete on the cover of a video game. (You heard right. What happened with…him…on last year’s Madden cover doesn’t count.)

However, I noticed something a little funny with the screenshot you released:

Looks great! Prince Fielder, in his home white uniform, driving one to deep center field in Mill…wait. No. That’s Wrigley Field, home of the hated rival Chicago Cubs.

Oh, I get it. You must have heard about the new initiative to get more Milwaukee fans to drive the 90 miles south on I-94 to take over Wrigley, the same way those parasitic Cubs fans drive north and make a mess out of our house every summer. I’m down with that. Just as long as it’s called “Miller Park South” in the stadium select menu, everything’s cool.

An Open Letter to LeBron James

Dear Mr. James,

First of all, congratulations on a spectacular regular season thus far. I noticed yesterday on the television that your Cavaliers have only lost one game at home this year. Coming from Wisconsin, home of the Badgers and the Kohl Center, I recognize that such dominance is not an easy task and I commend you and the fine people of Cleveland for it. Best of luck to you and your teammates in the playoffs; I eagerly await what should be an exciting run.

But that’s not why I’m writing to you this evening. I’m writing to you to alert you to the fact — if you’re not already aware — that despite your accomplishments and accolades, and the amazing potential you possess in what’s still early in your career…the fact remains that you still have yet to fly 40 feet through the air, fire and smoke trailing emanating from your somersaults as you deliver a thundering dunk to the music of famed composer John Tesh.

I speak, of course, about NBA Showtime. For some inexplicable reason, arcade basketball has almost completely disappeared from the video game landscape, and the time is ripe for a revival. Don’t get me wrong, NBA Street is a wonderful game made by wonderful people — but as its name clearly demonstrates, the basketball occurs in a street.

What do you have to do with this, you ask? Well, as a young man with such fame, influence, and savvy business skills (or so I’ve read in a recent perodical), certainly you could pull the right strings to get this project off the ground. Naturally, no one would cry foul if your stats were best in the game, or even if your image appeared on the cover dunking over any selected Detroit Piston or Los Angeles Laker. With distributing such a game exclusively over online gaming services, you would not even need to worry about retail distribution and its associated nonsense.

So I implore you, Mr. James, to just give it some thought. Not just for yourself, but for all young NBA stars who never got the chance to experience what NBA Jam/Showtime was all about. Imagine launching your digital self from half-court, teammates and opponents helpless to stop you, and being congratulated by the greatest word to ever grace the world of basketball…


And if that’s not enough to convince you to take action, then I shall leave you with this:

Kobe was in it.

Warmest regards,

-Andrew C. Pfister

Crying Over It

How to tell when you might be in for a bad day?


When your microwave refuses to give you back your mug, spilling hot milk all over the place. (Photo is not staged or doctored, taken immediately after the “Incident” occurred.)

Further blog updates to come, as long as my computer doesn’t catch on fire (happened before), or my apartment isn’t hit by random space debris. Here’s hoping.

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