My generation is behaviorally trained to remember things accurately. We believe what we see. Whether it’s numbers, facts, words, formulas, compositions, or every Kevin Bacon movie ever made – we recite, we feel accomplished. I personally think this goes back to scantron-era testing. But I’m an outlier, so my perspective is akimbo. Continue reading Rote
The PAX Indie Megabooth is like a block party in a hallway. Bodies flowing through arteries made of thin orange tape. Deposits of smartphone users and looky-loos congesting the aisles. So. Many. Booths. In that environment I discovered myself as a gamer.
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Don’t need retouching
All of it is real
Best of me
supporting
Nurturing
Wise woman
Ahead of my time
Not a front line player
Blinded by the light
Excellent auxiliary staff
win CTF games
Don’t apologize
Talent adds value
Humility is relative
Some people are assholes
In almost every situation
Fuck form.
There’s a yoga for that.
Discomfort is feedback
Shyness is not a flaw
Introverts create
The universes
We escape to.
Elements of perspective
Limitations of time
The Venn Diagram
is resolving
However
small.
Connections established
Closure imminent
Mental CrapCleaner
RESET
format c: /s
Opportunity cost
is a bitch
Flew out of Seattle at 22:30 yesterday while fighting mild discomfort and chronic irritation the entire way. After a 4-day rager at PAX Prime 2015, I’m suffering from fatigue for at least 2 rounds. I have a pretty high constitution but suffered a critical hit from some bad squid on Sunday night. It’s a shame, I enjoyed the ambiance there. Continue reading PAXiphany!
MY second year of PAX has come to close. It took me a minute to get into the groove this time, probably due to extreme fatigue from my “real life”. Despite over 8 hours of sleep both Thursday and Friday nights I did not feel fully rested until Saturday morning. Fortunately, I don’t make plans for this convention. Expo floor bells & whistles, merchandise doo-dads, and enticing panel descriptions all blur together. I simply show up and let the con happen to me.
A particular highlight this year was the chance to pull up a chair to chat with Jerry (Tycho) during an autograph session. I confessed that my Surface Pro 3 purchase was almost entirely based on their endorsement. Then, extolling it’s wonders of multi-tasking and effective portability, I described how my blogging life grew and developed thanks to PA’s influence. I inquired about Windows 10 and Jerry assuaged my fear of a Microsoft “free upgrade”. My copy is reserved.
I gave him a copy of my card and half-jokingly told the boys I’d see them again soon. I am determined to get hired onto the PA staff. I asked Mr. Khoo last year and again this year if I can have a job. I am 100% sure that I have a skill set not currently represented in their office. Nothing against the current staff, who all possess extensive talents I can’t even begin to fathom. But I have the power of invisibility and get a +20 bonus to diplomacy in any business setting. My past is as curious as Alice’s Wonderland and the direction I’m heading has nothing but sunshine on the path. Really, anyone I work for is lucky to have me. In the case of Penny Arcade, I would be equally lucky to learn from them.
As a business model, PA is as unique as I am. This can not be ignored. I’ll keep asking Khoo to hire me every chance I get – no matter how inappropriate. The worst thing he can do is keep saying no.
In the realm of gaming there are a few things on the horizon I’m keeping an eye on – Hob, Doom, Superfight, Fallout 4 and Uncharted 4. I might have to date someone with a PS4 when that last one comes out. 😉
Flight is boarding. See you in Memphis.
I haven’t seen this much flannel since the mid-90s. Still, I feel at home. Often I forget my appearance. Nondescript most of my life, changing my hair color doesn’t change that. Worried about the intimidation of a big city, decked out in all its individuality. A debutante ball for introverts.
Detached from the results, this is my time to be odd in a sea of strange. Smiling and eager, I can’t get enough of the discomfort when I talk to a stranger without preamble. Southern accent, overalls, purple hair. I fit right in here. Fun to be around.
Patience and openness guarantees a good time. No room share facilitates good sleep. Liking who I am exemplifies why I came here. Surrounded by chaos, even sitting still is entertaining.
I want to reach out to the heart of the world and show them the serenity of a faceless mob. We’re all here to have fun. Be nice or leave!
I took on more than I could handle.
I failed to meet my ultra high standards
I overslept. I need to ease up.
Fortunately, cats are patient creatures.
I had a similar experience with acid once
Where the standards are pretty high
I still managed to exceed them
Shining all diamond-like from the couch.
My reality will not continue like that
I can relax knowing which way is up
The glass ceiling is made of ice
Protecting us from all the polar bears.
Do you see the shadows or the fire
Main action usually found in extremes
Mistake to ignore the space in-between
That’s where most choose to live.
Doing as little as possible not the same
Frigid indifference, warmth on demand,
Centuries of ingrained submission.
I will only submit if you’ve earned it.
So many meanings.
Past tense implies hindsight.
In retrospect
I have Obnoxious luck.
Which traffic ticket?
Boston? Union? 240?
Dark humor clouds
hovering above me.
Luck of the draw
Genetic jackpot
If that dragon doesn’t
give you cancer.
There is that time
I met a friend
after Officer Cherry
served and protected us.
Or the chance I took
On a stranger
Gut trusted, salvation achieved
Lucky me.
The red paint on her big toes is the color of a fresh bruise. An internal cringe. Is that uncouth? Will it matter? Maybe she should stop and get some remover. But then there’s the smell. What about the taste. Oh god, there might be sucking. “Better to be safe”, she mumbles while hooking into a Walgreens.
The middle of the afternoon. Just a regular Wednesday in a typical suburban zip code. She briefly considers a quick pedi at the closest nail spa but rules it out. Better to not be late. Strolling down the chilled empty aisle, cork heels flapping against the linoleum, she casually eyes the lotions before ruling out pre-show moisturizing. Focus. Less is more.
“Every time,” she whispers emphatically while clutching a fist. Her worst quality is overthinking. The whole idea of this is developing indifference.