Our new Indie Games subforum is now open for business in G&T. Go and check it out, you might land a code for a free game. If you're developing an indie game and want to post about it, follow these directions. If you don't, he'll break your legs! Hahaha! Seriously though.
Our rules have been updated and given their own forum. Go and look at them! They are nice, and there may be new ones that you didn't know about! Hooray for rules! Hooray for The System! Hooray for Conforming!
"I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it."
"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
I'm trying, through my blog, to break into the journalism industry. Any eyes and ears that pick up on any leads towards that end are greatly appreciated. PM me if you happen to hear anything.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is just an attempt to convince myself I don't have crippling social phobias and stuff. And that maybe I turned into a jackass.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is just an attempt to convince myself I don't have crippling social phobias and stuff. And that maybe I turned into a jackass.
All waking up in the morning and being like: "Why am I here? Who the hell cares?" And roll over and just go back to sleep.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is just an attempt to convince myself I don't have crippling social phobias and stuff. And that maybe I turned into a jackass.
All waking up in the morning and being like: "Why am I here? Who the hell cares?" And roll over and just go back to sleep.
Crying myself to sleep, snorting all sorts of recreational things just so I don't have to think about my trainwreck of a life.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is just an attempt to convince myself I don't have crippling social phobias and stuff. And that maybe I turned into a jackass.
All waking up in the morning and being like: "Why am I here? Who the hell cares?" And roll over and just go back to sleep.
Crying myself to sleep, snorting all sorts of recreational things just so I don't have to think about my trainwreck of a life.
Shattering under the weight of academic standards that are impossibly high, dropping out of school and showing up three years later in Johannesburg living like a bum, begging a few rand from rich white guys to buy himself another shot of Jack Daniels and a blanket to keep him warm and forgetful.
Sometimes I wonder if all this is just an attempt to convince myself I don't have crippling social phobias and stuff. And that maybe I turned into a jackass.
All waking up in the morning and being like: "Why am I here? Who the hell cares?" And roll over and just go back to sleep.
Crying myself to sleep, snorting all sorts of recreational things just so I don't have to think about my trainwreck of a life.
Shattering under the weight of academic standards that are impossibly high, dropping out of school and showing up three years later in Johannesburg living like a bum, begging a few rand from rich white guys to buy himself another shot of Jack Daniels and a blanket to keep him warm and forgetful.
Weeping openly in public and talking to myself, shaving relentlessly just because I can, never sleeps, hopelessly wandering the night bars one after the other, but doesn't party, just sits alone in the corner and the waitress keeps bringing me drinks and later whenever she thinks of me later she thinks of her father who never said a word to her and wipes a tear from her eye, but she never says anything, just tries to be friendly when she sees me. One day stop going to bar and she forgets about me except some wednesday's when the night's cold and the moon's empty.
Posts
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhHkUg-QCwk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObMpkwO7nD8&feature=related
But.
Yeah.
Bait & switch! Bait & switch!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGNqsdXUS5A
"Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
By which I mean hmm, I'm a spot hungry, I wonder what's in the kitchen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXisq5jOrPk
I would like to buy a camera from you.
so.
old.
Yes you are.
So many updates.
More like bestest.
tl;dr: the company is basically destroyed, nearly taking with it another company that had passing associations with the first company.
All waking up in the morning and being like: "Why am I here? Who the hell cares?" And roll over and just go back to sleep.
Crying myself to sleep, snorting all sorts of recreational things just so I don't have to think about my trainwreck of a life.
:cry:
Shattering under the weight of academic standards that are impossibly high, dropping out of school and showing up three years later in Johannesburg living like a bum, begging a few rand from rich white guys to buy himself another shot of Jack Daniels and a blanket to keep him warm and forgetful.
Shhh, don't forget what I said about the porn stars.
Weeping openly in public and talking to myself, shaving relentlessly just because I can, never sleeps, hopelessly wandering the night bars one after the other, but doesn't party, just sits alone in the corner and the waitress keeps bringing me drinks and later whenever she thinks of me later she thinks of her father who never said a word to her and wipes a tear from her eye, but she never says anything, just tries to be friendly when she sees me. One day stop going to bar and she forgets about me except some wednesday's when the night's cold and the moon's empty.
YEAH WELL TRY GOING THERE AT 3 IN THE FUCKIN A.M. AND YOU FUCKING HATE SPIDER-LIKE-THINGS OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD...
I have forgotten my reading glasses. I foresee headaches in my future
Kitty!
And feel good!
No cat will ever love me.