way down in the water
Hey LJ,
It seems like I've been spending more time living nowadays than writing about living. Parties, ren faires and gaming nights have come and gone and my life has been wonderful thanks to all of the amazing people in it :) I don't really feel like there's terribly much to talk about.
All the same, here goes:
PBF
I had a lot of fun this year, although personality changes made the experience different for me. In years past, it feels like I would have been a lot more interested in getting my rocks off than I turned out to be. It seems like there is a contingent of people who go to PBF and go through nether bits like kleenex. I think I might have been in that group at some point, but this time I either didn't particularly feel like it, didn't want to bother competing for other peoples' attention, or the people I was interested in weren't interested back.
I felt like I was treated differently because of the change in my weight; there seemed to be a lot more interested than I expected from a few members of the community. The attention was welcome, but I'm not sure I would have acted on it if it had come down to it.
Let's see... Didn't go to any workshops, sat around drinking and enjoying myself with a couple from Houston. Had a sexy encounter in a tent with a delicious woman. Piratetag was the status quo. Cooked and offered emotional support to people. Didn't dance. The last day, fractallia, another gentleman and I tried to ride a box down a hill laden with pine needles. In case anyone in wondering, the pine needles will tend to bunch up around the box, causing it to halt its descent fairly quickly. So much for putting ourselves in mortal danger.
Game Development
So it's crunch time at the office. Our game is quickly approaching release, and so I've been pouring a lot of my effort and energy into making sure it's ready to go at launch. I'm learning so terribly much every day. It's really amazing the types of technical things that people to do solve problems, but it's also really cool to watch designers, marketers, etc. in action.
Every month, our office does a live web broadcast where we answer questions for the people following the game / playing the beta, and this month one of the questions was "Do you play your own game?" The answers were varied, but I think one thing people don't really think about is that once you're behind the scenes making games, the mystery and magic kind of melts away. Even with games that I haven't worked on, I'm starting to look at them with a bit of a critical eye.
I'm also getting a reputation as a person who can get shit done, apparently. There's a monthly beer night, and at the most recent, one of the designers was a bit tipsy and started gossiping, saying that the other programmers were kind of jealous of the things I get done every day. That made me feel weird. I think that the things I do are much more visible than everyone else, and I don't want there to be hard feelings between me and the other people on my team.
Random Thoughts
Is one girl in the hand better than two in the bush?
Does the Ghostbuster's bathroom have a sign that says "Don't cross the streams" ?
I think conventions with large quantities of geeks should have perfume piped through the ventilation system.
If mono is the "kissing disease", it poly what you get if you kiss a whole bunch of people in a row?
I need "Sex for Dummies" because I'm stupid good in bed.
I realized that you could make all kinds of faces receiving doggy-style sex and the other person would never know...
All left lanes end. Eventually :(
Are the biggest fans of something also the people who complain the loudest and most often?
I want a pet bird named Steven Seagull.
Kind of a serious one... Do you think there's a possibility that there are several realities, and that you're living your particular one? In your particular reality, your "monkeysphere" is basically the cast of characters and there isn't much outside of it?
I'm buy curious. Sometimes.
Can sex simulations also be called sinulations?
I want to snort cocaine through curly straws.
Let's open an abusement park.
People like to spout euphemisms, but I only spout mephemisms.
Bi-key-nis: like a bikini, but all that's covering your nipples is a pair of keys.
If I made an attacking zombie horde, I would put little sound chips in them saying things like "Please don't kill me, I can still feel my body," or "Don't kill me, there's a cure!"
I want a sequel: Mr. Holland's Opa.
Porn sites have way too much stuff on them. Maybe that's why I never subscribe.
Pharmaceuticals for the vagina are pharmacooticles.
It seems like I've been spending more time living nowadays than writing about living. Parties, ren faires and gaming nights have come and gone and my life has been wonderful thanks to all of the amazing people in it :) I don't really feel like there's terribly much to talk about.
All the same, here goes:
PBF
I had a lot of fun this year, although personality changes made the experience different for me. In years past, it feels like I would have been a lot more interested in getting my rocks off than I turned out to be. It seems like there is a contingent of people who go to PBF and go through nether bits like kleenex. I think I might have been in that group at some point, but this time I either didn't particularly feel like it, didn't want to bother competing for other peoples' attention, or the people I was interested in weren't interested back.
I felt like I was treated differently because of the change in my weight; there seemed to be a lot more interested than I expected from a few members of the community. The attention was welcome, but I'm not sure I would have acted on it if it had come down to it.
Let's see... Didn't go to any workshops, sat around drinking and enjoying myself with a couple from Houston. Had a sexy encounter in a tent with a delicious woman. Piratetag was the status quo. Cooked and offered emotional support to people. Didn't dance. The last day, fractallia, another gentleman and I tried to ride a box down a hill laden with pine needles. In case anyone in wondering, the pine needles will tend to bunch up around the box, causing it to halt its descent fairly quickly. So much for putting ourselves in mortal danger.
Game Development
So it's crunch time at the office. Our game is quickly approaching release, and so I've been pouring a lot of my effort and energy into making sure it's ready to go at launch. I'm learning so terribly much every day. It's really amazing the types of technical things that people to do solve problems, but it's also really cool to watch designers, marketers, etc. in action.
Every month, our office does a live web broadcast where we answer questions for the people following the game / playing the beta, and this month one of the questions was "Do you play your own game?" The answers were varied, but I think one thing people don't really think about is that once you're behind the scenes making games, the mystery and magic kind of melts away. Even with games that I haven't worked on, I'm starting to look at them with a bit of a critical eye.
I'm also getting a reputation as a person who can get shit done, apparently. There's a monthly beer night, and at the most recent, one of the designers was a bit tipsy and started gossiping, saying that the other programmers were kind of jealous of the things I get done every day. That made me feel weird. I think that the things I do are much more visible than everyone else, and I don't want there to be hard feelings between me and the other people on my team.
Random Thoughts
Is one girl in the hand better than two in the bush?
Does the Ghostbuster's bathroom have a sign that says "Don't cross the streams" ?
I think conventions with large quantities of geeks should have perfume piped through the ventilation system.
If mono is the "kissing disease", it poly what you get if you kiss a whole bunch of people in a row?
I need "Sex for Dummies" because I'm stupid good in bed.
I realized that you could make all kinds of faces receiving doggy-style sex and the other person would never know...
All left lanes end. Eventually :(
Are the biggest fans of something also the people who complain the loudest and most often?
I want a pet bird named Steven Seagull.
Kind of a serious one... Do you think there's a possibility that there are several realities, and that you're living your particular one? In your particular reality, your "monkeysphere" is basically the cast of characters and there isn't much outside of it?
I'm buy curious. Sometimes.
Can sex simulations also be called sinulations?
I want to snort cocaine through curly straws.
Let's open an abusement park.
People like to spout euphemisms, but I only spout mephemisms.
Bi-key-nis: like a bikini, but all that's covering your nipples is a pair of keys.
If I made an attacking zombie horde, I would put little sound chips in them saying things like "Please don't kill me, I can still feel my body," or "Don't kill me, there's a cure!"
I want a sequel: Mr. Holland's Opa.
Porn sites have way too much stuff on them. Maybe that's why I never subscribe.
Pharmaceuticals for the vagina are pharmacooticles.