We set out before dawn, sloshing through the icy rain that afforded the approximate visibility of a trip trough the car wash. It’s a 600 mile journey (my metric is a bit rusty, but I think that works out to be about 1,276.3 litres) from Pittsburgh to Boston. We were headed east. So was the rain. Around mid-day we found ourselves ahead of the mess and we saw dry pavement for the first time in nearly a week.
The trip took about ten hours. Slower than flying, but it was hundreds of dollars cheaper and nobody tried to unshoe me in public and play with my junk. I’m now typing this post on a laptop with a missing ‘H’ key, an unreliable ‘B’, and an infuriating habit of randomly doing a [home] or [up arrow] right in the middle of typing a sentence, for no damn reason in the world. If this computer was voice activated, it would have tried to go screw itself six times during the typing of this paragraph alone.
Note that the picture above is misleading to the point of propaganda. My wife snapped it during a very uncharacteristic moment where I’d stopped making scowly faces and swearing for a nanosecond to contemplate how much I was enjoying reaching the end of a day with my junk un-fondled.
Still no plan for PAX tomorrow, other than the fact that I will be in the Wyvern Theatre from 9:30pm – 11:30pm for the Escapist Movie Night. The crew of LoadingReadyRun, will be in the same room as myself, MovieBob, Susan Arendt and Greg Tito. I can’t promise we won’t just form a super-team and leave the theater to fight crime, so attend at your own risk.
Fun fact about our hotel room: All of the outlets in the bedroom are governed by a light switch. The same switch that controls the lights. There’s an alarm clock in the room, but it turns off as soon as you turn off the light. The only way to have the clock keep proper time is to put it in the other room, which already HAS a clock.
In Defense of Crunch
Crunch-mode game development isn't good, but sometimes it happens for good reasons.
C++ is a wonderful language for making horrible code.
Game at the Bottom
Why spend millions on visuals that are just a distraction from the REAL game of hotbar-watching?
A programming project where I set out to make a gigantic and complex world from simple data.
Gamers Aren’t Toxic
This is a horrible narrative that undermines the hobby through crass stereotypes. The hobby is vast, gamers come from all walks of life, and you shouldn't judge ANY group by its worst members.