Welcome to the Playpen, our space for ferrety banter and whimsical snippets of things that aren't quite long enough for articles (although they might be) but that caught your eye anyway.
Oh, you play Echo Bazaar?
Well, played. In the long run the slow pace of unlocking new content (both at the player end in terms of the time it took to do stuff and at the developer end in terms of the time it took to unleash now things) took its toll and I lost interest. It has honestly been an age since I've even kept up with what's going on with it so I'm not aware of any of the changes.
I'm confident you weren't going to stalk me, I'm just managing the expectations of anyone else who might be reading. :)
I apparently already follow you on Twitter, actually. (My memory is terrible lately, because stress.) I wasn't looking to stalk you, though! Just to potentially communicate with you in some manner that wasn't going to irritate a bunch of other people.
That might be the case, but even so it's in poor taste considering that the games industry is notorious for suckering people in on the basis of fannish dreams, working them like dogs, and then discarding their burned-out husks when someone younger, cheaper, and even more exploitable comes along.
To be honest it reads more like an ad designed to put off anyone who isn't desperate for a job or who has sufficient self-esteem to want a life outside of work, which feels like a recipe for exploitation to me. Plus if your first interaction with an employer consists of lies, insincerity and mind games that doesn't actually bode well, you know?
My twitter name is awakeasaurusrex. It's not very interesting for stalking purposes though because it's mostly abandoned, and is only ever used for logging into stuff which uses Twitter as an account system (like Echo Bazaar) or for following/interacting with Slender Man ARGs. (I also purged it a while back because I see no utility in an archive of witty one-liners whose contexts have been lost in time like tears in rain.)
Negotiable, but you should know up front we're not a terribly money-motivated group.
Oh, wow. So, basically, "as little as we can talk you into--you're not some kind of capitalist pig that cares about that kind of thing, right?"
tl;dr version: "We would like a super genius IT person with an extensive list of qualifications and experience who can deliver the moon on a stick. We will pay you poorly and fuck up your work/life balance and you will never, ever be allowed to tune out and forget work".
They're also having a buy-one-get-one-half-off sale on most of their bras right now. I'm doing pretty well for myself at the moment, and I know the suckage of not having decent things to corral one's boobs with. So I tell you what: I have this about.me page over here, and you can click the Email Me button to send me an email. Assuming you're willing to trust me with your address, and assuming they have anything you like over at Lane Bryant, i'll buy you a pair of bras including the shipping overseas. Just point me at the ones you like, tell me size and color and your address, and you'll have 'em in a few weeks.
Do remember that different countries have different bra sizes. I found a convenient converter the other week, though. (That link may also be of use to other Ferretbrainers with breasts.)
New Who already feels old to me. ;)
They do seem to be rapidly catching up with Old Who in terms of Doctors, we've been through - what five now?
You mean the worst of new Who?
New Who already feels old to me. ;)
It occurs to me that John Hurt's dilemma in this one and