Underneath my yellow skin

Category Archives: Myopia

Three Lads and a Dark Souls Let’s Play

I stumbled over a Let’s Play a little while back of three British lads from IGN playing Dark Souls (the original). To be more precise, one lad, Rory (Irish and American. NOT Irish-American, but actually Irish and American separately), had never played any Souls game, and he was the one who was going to control… Continue Reading

Pssst. Come Closer. I Have Some Snake Oil to Sell You!

When I see how trendy Asian shit is, I sometimes rue that I’m as ethical as I am. With my psychological background and a rudimentary knowledge of Taiwanese culture, I could be making bank, yo, if I appropriated my own history. That brings up an interesting question–can someone appropriate their own culture? I think so.… Continue Reading

My Christmas Post–Three Weeks Late

Every year for Christmas, I write a post in which I rant about how much I dislike Christmas. I list all the reasons why, and the biggest one is because it’s such crass consumerism on display, wrapped up in sentimental rhetoric. “If you love someone, you have to buy them something really expensive, or you’re… Continue Reading

Creating a New Normal

The best two seconds of my day are when I first wake up, before I remember that Raven is dead. In those two seconds, life is as it was before. Me and my two boys, living a cozy life together, forming our own little family. Before I open my eyes, I can pretend Raven is… Continue Reading