Sundays for Jim are for holidaying. You can easily imagine Jim’s holiday destinations. Him, backpack over-shoulder, wandering a desolate wasteland, poking at decaying iron superstructures or even sitting my a drying pool tainted with radioactive waste. He’s having the time of his life, wandering nonlinearly in a place where any sane being would just want out of. Meanwhile, I sit and arrange a reading list of (mainly) fine game-related readings that crossed my path across the week and try not to do the *crag*ing obvious and link to a new Los Campesinos! record or something.

• You’ll be aware of the Gizmodo Ugh!-I-was-tricked-into-a-date-with-a-Magic-Player furore recently. I just rolled my eyes, thinking it basic click-bait and knew that other people – like the always-good Sarah Jaffe – point out the obvious. So Geordie Tait’s extended piece To My Someday Daughter was fascinating. While the conceit may be a note mawkish – I’ll admit, it almost lots me with the first couple of paragraphs before getting to the first of the very many things it’s about – it’s an interesting analysis of a culture’s response and geek culture in general. Take time to read this one.

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