The moment that I knew graphic novel American Born Chinese was something special, and real, was in its second chapter.
This morning, I woke up from a dream to answer nature’s call. My first waking thought was, “Whoa, I need to get back to that dream.” Because, in that dream, I was going to deliver an impromptu lecture to a packed loft-style apartment—with Joe Kelly, Gail Simone and, Jesus H. Christ, one of my all-time favorite comics…
I love my desktop PC. I'm a PC gamer through and through, and my current computer, which is the machine I also use every day for work, is one I built for myself in 2010. I dust it out regularly, am careful with my file management, and have mastered the art of putting the mouse away at night so the cat can't chew…
I've never played as a black video game character who's made me feel like he was cool. Worse yet, I've never played a black video game character who made me feel like I was cool. Instead, I've groaned and rolled my eyes at a parade of experiences that continue to tell me video games just don't get black people.
Well, after five and a half years of writing for Kotaku, churning out more than 8,500 posts of the highest quality about video games, I'm outta here. Today's my final day as an editor at Kotaku, so please indulge me as I sign off and thank the people that made it possible.
Well met, Kotaku readers. You've probably seen my name popping up on the site this week and might be wondering who the hell I am, where I came from and why I'm here.
In May of 1998 I grabbed my primitive digital camera, hopped on a MARTA train, and took my first stumbling steps as a video game journalist. A year later I wanted nothing to do with video games.