my room was getting cold so i went to check if my vent was open and
that’s almost too cruel
I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.
Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.
I hope this makes some of you in a better mood. Because I’m feeling quite over the day. But this helps a bit.
Let’s take a moment to talk about this. I mean, because first off, “Tell cars not to hit kids.” Well, yeah, we do that all the fucking time, idiot. Ever seen signs like these?
We have classes and signs and laws about it, and people are constantly reminded. So your argument only works if we put up signs everywhere reminding assholes not to rape. But you’d rather talk about how rape victims have it coming to them.
But the dumbest part of this crap? Roads exist for cars to drive on. Children need to be careful to cross the street because they’re entering into an environment that exists specifically for something that is dangerous to them. The only way this shit is a valid comparison is if you think that bars, parties, and the world in general exists specifically for men to have sex with women. And I gotta break it to the guys who support this stupidity- your dicks are not that important. So knock off this bullshit and stop excusing rapists.
To add to the point, even if you accept the premises above (which I do not), pedestrians still always have the fucking right of way, and a driver who strikes a child, even if that child was negligent, is going to be the one held responsible.
If you’re not in control of your car, and your car hurts someone, welp, that’s your fault. That’s where we get terms like “vehicular manslaughter” and “at-fault accident.”
If you’re not in control of your cock, and your cock hurts someone — fuck, I can’t even finish this sentence, because your cock is not a separate thing from you. Your cock is not several tons of metal and glass and plastic and if it is, keep it the hell away from the rest of humanity.
my dad just yelled at my cat to grow up
If I call you cute that probably means I want to fuck the life out of you