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Games and the 'Geek Stereotype'
ChinoH81 writes "Video games are never going to be as popular as films or music unless the people who make them concentrate on making them fun, says a leading game expert."
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Whales have blow holes, which isn't a sterotype because it's true. Blow holes spout water and help in breathing.
DUH!
woooooo, i'm totally up for a good flogging!
I just came here to eat a bunch of food and get fat. The ton of people I'm related to and sort-of related to aren't really here yet.I did a
lot of writing about some unpleasant parts of my past earlier this evening. That's about all I want to say about that right now. That's good. So it's still quiet. When it comes time to eat, I'll retreat back into this room with my food, let Winamp play and hope people don't poke their head in to bug me and ask me dumb question. I have this terrible slightly cramp-ish ache thing in my arm. Right arm. In the bicep-ish area. I haven't had it for a while. I hate it. It
aches and feels like someone is squeezing my arm and jamming four fingers into the muscle just before the hairy bit under my arm.
And I wonder if you think of me and like me and feel for me now the same way I know you did before we had that conversation. I shouldn't freak about it, though. We're doing it at a more leisurely pace now.I wanted to be sleeping. It's just nice to know whether or not all the same
feelings are still there. Hm. I should finally do laundry today. And dishes, too, actually. But I'm not going to do both in one day."My back hurts so bad I want to throw up."
I got paid today which, as always, means I'm gettin' food from somewhere tonight. I'm thinking
pizza. That could be good. On that note, I really don't feel like talking at all anymore for the rest of the day.I lost 5 CDs to that
big fat homosexual jerk Timmy over that one dumb misunderstanding, and it made me want to strangle him. I was a good boy, by the way. I sat
close to her on the couch, but I was way too nervous to, you know, touch her or anything.My head hurts. I'm hungry and I need a shower.Man, I got another one of these fucking weird things in my e-mail. After a long while, I kind of started playing with her hair, though, which was nice, and eventually I felt comfortable enough to
put my arm around her. I maybe sorta played with her ear and touched her face a little... bah, she is really so pretty and soft and nice-smelling and such.
After the movie was over, around 11:30-ish, we
went to the 704 in Canton because a couple of Amy's friends were there hanging out. 704 is, of course, a gay bar. I went there once before
with Big Fat Gay Tim after work that one time.I work at the cheese factory, which is why I found that question about guys in white clothes and boots walking around exceptionally amusing.
Anybody who tried to tell me that band Evanescence was "good" is a fucking dirty
liar.
Think I'm gettin' Hardee's for dinner tonight. Or maybe pizza. Or chicken from a pizza place. Blarg, I don't know. The idea of making food doesn't appeal to me at the moment. I don't have a life. I'm not missing out on anything. Sigh. I guess I've made my own bed. Look where I'm stuck now, the state everthing is in.
Yep.. my doing, pretty much.
Gays are just so gay! I would love to have wild sex with Charles Bronson, but he is dead. Not to mention the fact that there is NO Charles Bronson porn on the net. Not even fake stuff!
I might as well die.