TMN Contributing Writer Matthew Baldwin has maintained the blog defective yeti for more than a decade. He is also responsible for Infinite Summer (an internet-wide reading of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest) and is a board games enthusiast. He lives in Seattle with his wife, his son, and a good-for-nothing cat.
It’s that time of year again—actually, it’s way past that time of year. And again, you still haven’t done your holiday shopping.
This holiday season, your loved ones could play Operation: “Death Panel” Edition, or you could give them a game where somebody besides the government wins.
It’s risky business, this adventuring, and best not undertaken by those bereft of bravery or collateral.
Matthew Baldwin and photographer Caitlin Burke take a jaunt along downtown Seattle’s main artery.
In the latest Star Trek movie, Gene Roddenberry’s message of diversity takes on new relevance as more people are diagnosed with Autism.
Some movies inform. Some movies entertain. And some pry open your skull and punch you in the brain.
It’s a holiday tradition: You’re giftless mere hours until Christmas, and it’s printouts and January ETAs for the unlucky few on your list. Gift ideas for the eternally belated.
This holiday season, rather than hock what’s left of your 401(k) for Starbucks gift cards, gather friends and family around a cozy, non-energy-dependent board game.
Here in the valley between the television season’s cliffhangers and the ascent into summer blockbusters, spoilers are plentiful—and those who wish to remain unaware are on high alert. From 2008, a look at the many ways spoilers spoil everything. (Warning: Spoilers ahead.)
Now that Congress has approved domestic wire-tapping, no one can prevent the U.S. from becoming a surveillance state. No one, that is, except for email@example.com.
America weathered Y2K, Viagra junk mails, and Web 2.0. But will it survive the next technological crisis threatening civilization?
You may rock the karaoke, you may even have impressed the judges on American Idol, but you don’t know lyrics until you’ve seen them in alphabetical order.