I promised myself I would never give our readers my picture to play around with, but the reaction to my recent beard loss was too much to ignore. The facial hair is gone but you can rebuild it. Make it strong. Faster. You have the technology.

The Snacktaku Monster Cereal Review Spooktacular will continue on Monday. Due to an amazing amount of horrendous back pain that's left me in not a very eating-things-and-talking-about-them mood, Yummy Mummy and Franken Berry will have to wait. In the meantime, enjoy Count Chocola, Boo Berry, Frute Brute, and this…

In December of 2011 I was not a healthy person. I was eating crap, drinking crap, and the life of video game journalist not located in a major city isn't exactly rife with opportunities to do healthy things like running, walking... getting up out of your office chair.

Long before Epic's Cliff Bleszinski made a name for himself with Unreal and Gears of War, he already made a name for himself in the heart of at least one young(er) gamer with the PC's answer to the platforming mascot character.

Whenever I post a story about a parent neglecting their children while playing a massively-multiplayer online role-playing game I can't hide my disgust for that sort of person, so you can imagine how I felt about myself this weekend when my two ten-month-old children left the house in the middle of a boss fight.

While it may seem like a video of me singing to my two children as they bounce along to a song Will.I.Am did for Sesame Street a few years back, this is a video about SoulCalibur V.

Finding time to play normal video games as the father of newborn baby boys is tough enough as it is. I was certain my thirst for massively multiplayer online role-playing games would go unquenched in the face of fatherhood. Then I discovered the joy of dailies.

Last weekend I spent nearly $100 on new clothing for E3 2011. Now my flight is cancelled, I'm not going, and the only question I have is how are two unborn babies going to come up with the cash to pay me back?

There may be no clear winner in this generation's console wars, but there is definitely a clear loser, at least according to the people that broke into my apartment this weekend and stole every piece of electronic equipment they could get their hands on.

In October I told the story of the EverQuest addiction that nearly a decade ago cost me my job, my health, and the woman I loved. Last weekend I asked that woman to marry me.

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.

The iPad might not fit in your pocket, but you'll find there are plenty of places around your house you can store it safely, like in my pants.

If you're in the Atlanta area this weekend, you'd be remiss if you didn't stop by MomoCon, the largest free admission fan convention in North America, featuring anime, manga, gaming, comics, and a special Sunday panel session with yours truly.

At the retro game shop towards the back of the main show floor at PAX 09 I was finally reunited with a long-lost friend of mine - the Sega Nomad.

Thursday's damage post was but a brief taste of the true financial ruin that comes from sending a fan of just about everything to Comic-Con at the last minute.

After two days of misery, the 25th Anniversary Transformers Soundwave is mine. I can now go home, leaving McWhertor to cover the remainder of Comic-Con on his own.