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Also, had to fire Tiny Killer Neckbeard today.


What happened?

He dropped the ball on some EPA regulatory shit.  Again.

His head just wasn't in the game.  That can be actually fatal in this biz.

From the stories you've told about your work, that fatality bit goes without saying.

You make me feel better about being a huge safety nerd.

just ordered neon yellow handlebars.


I was in a bar in Chicago when I told a close friend of 20 years that, despite being a lesbian, I was marrying a man. My friend and I hadn’t seen each other in a while, but we fell back quickly into our old intimacy — those long, rambling conversations we used to have in coffee shops all over Minneapolis. When the subject shifted to an activist group she was part of, I said I’d be glad to help, if they needed a lesbian on their board. She laughed, dismissively. “You can’t call yourself that anymore.”

Of all the weird reactions I’d gotten to my engagement, that one pissed me off most.

I had not been not surprised when my fiancé’s friends — Washington insiders with the respect for convention that city inspires — expressed shock when they discovered I was a dyke. We came from different worlds; with my long brunette hair and short skirts, I hadn’t read as queer to them. But no one had presumed to relabel me, to retrofit me to their categories — at least, not to my face.

But here was my fabulous Portland pal, trying to claim me for the Bi-Het team (which sounded like a synagogue rather than a sexual identity, and certainly not my own). She wasn’t the only one: An ex-girlfriend and a sophisticated poet cousin said the same thing, as if my lesbian license had been revoked.

So let me be clear, since I can’t be the only one: I am a lesbian marrying a man.

This is not semantics, or splitting hairs; it is fundamental to who we are — my fiancé and I. Immutable as height or eye color.


Also, had to fire Tiny Killer Neckbeard today.


What happened?

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Spagbook
« on: October 28, 2014, 07:46:30 pm »
Congratulations, Pent!


That's awesome Nigel!

Blessed are the Atheists, for they sneeze the loudest.

Gaming is part of who I am, I can promise you that.

Thus, when I see an article titled “Gamers are dead,” referring to the death of the popular trope of a pasty young man in a dimly lit room, it fills me with joy, because it means WE FUCKING WON. So many people are playing games now that they are popular culture. They are not going away. All sorts of cool things, that I like, are now things that a whole bunch of other people like! There’s enough space now for people to make games that are strange and disturbing and maybe highlight a different perspective of the world, because gaming is no longer a niche activity, it’s something that everybody does. There is room for art in video games. That’s awesome!

You slopebrowed weaseldicks with zero reading comprehension and even less critical thinking skills who think an article claiming “Gamers are dead” is something bad? Fuck me sideways with a sandblaster.

It’s like all you can do is look at this collection of words, scratch yourself uneasily, and then run off to look for grubs. Your reaction (and I am not making this up, because it’s been widely documented literally everywhere) to various articles proclaiming the death of the basement-dwelling, cheetos-huffing, poopsock-sniffing douchepistol, because games are so good now that they are common entertainment and thus everyone plays them, was to COMPLETELY MISS THE POINT by either:

a) Making misogynistic threats against a wide variety of female game developers and critics because somehow they’re going to keep games you enjoy from ever being made again


b) Being stupid enough to get sucked in by people busy making misogynistic threats against a wide variety of female game developers and critics, and supporting their idiotic crusade for the dumbing down of everyone everywhere ever.


Check your messages, trix.

Or Kill Me / Re: 10-17-14
« on: October 19, 2014, 12:42:00 pm »
I like this a lot.

Or Kill Me / Re: Her Ladyship
« on: October 19, 2014, 12:41:34 pm »
Good stuff. Very enjoy.

Hi notloki. You seem all right.

I get your concern with anonymity and whatnot, but I prefer to hide in plain sight.

I wish work would make up their fucking minds.  They either want me pulling insanely long shifts (6am to 4pm yesterday) or none at all (ie; all of this week).

Is it too much to ask for reasonable workloads, every day?  I'd much prefer working 5 hours a day, every day of the week, than pulling three huge shifts which then require at least a day just to recover from.

Well, I suppose this is why I'm applying to go back to work in education.  Not Houseparenting...but still.  Teenagers.  Urgh.  On the other hand, stable working hours are pretty desirable right now...

That's shitty. I hope the pay rate makes it somewhat worth it.

My new corporate employers have been fairly reasonable if you don't factor in paying minimum wage. Looks like there may be a path to a well-paying position involving working with the interwebs backbone, so I'm going to suck it up for now.

It's just a toy you can buy in a hobby shop. Goggles and everything. And there is a guy who flies his in the park half a block away from my house because he's a filthy rich American capitalist pig who can afford to drop $1200 on an RC toy with VR goggles. He probably works for Intel or FEI or one of the god knows how many other tech companies that have campuses here.

I'm getting one of those little Mobius cameras that are mounted on them. They rival GoPros in video quality but are surprisingly affordable ($80) and have some wicked cool software/firmware support. But I'm mounting mine on my helmet so I have some legal recourse if someone pulls some shit in traffic. Had some close calls recently.

In tangentially related news, British cyclist altercations are hilarious:

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