Everything New is Always Bad
The Sandy Hook shootings happened about two years ago now. At the time it was widely reported across various media outlets that the person who did the killing—I remember his name, but refuse to use it, because fuck him—played a number of video games, among them titles from the Call of Duty franchise and Mass Effect 3. A few days afterward, my wife, who doesn’t think much of video games, came to me and we had a long conversation about what the shootings meant.
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On Selling My Xbox
#GamerGate has been in the news a lot lately. I’ve also recently decided to sell my Xbox. Yesterday afternoon, I made my way down to the local Game Stop. I wasn’t able to go through with the sale, mostly because the new Call of Duty came out at midnight, and there was only one person working early on a Sunday afternoon. She told me, “It’s going to take a long time to do the sale, because we have to test it, and then wipe it.” I nodded and handed over my games, for which I got a little over eighteen dollars.
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We are walking to Rite Aid when a mother and her daughter cross the street near us. My daughter points to the girl who, in my view, is kind of a really mean, not at all nice little kid.
She says, “Hey that’s my friend.”
I ask, “What’s her name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t you think you should know your friends’ names?” I ask.
After a pause, she says, “All I know is that she’s really good at not sharing.”
My wife and I are getting ready to go out:
Her: Front door or back door?
So, I did it. I’d like to say I’m ashamed or some such, but I actually rather enjoyed doing this. In a little while, I might post slightly more typo-free versions on this page. In the meantime, here’s a link to my page over at fanfiction.net. Go ahead, nerds. Click that link. I dare you.
Yes, I am aware that I am a huge nerdork. Nothing to see here. Move along.
We’re at the farmer’s market. My wife, seeing that the coffee guy is there, says: Hey you want to get some coffee?
Her: What? How come?
Me: It’s good coffee and all, but last time—it takes him a while to make your cup and so he starts talking to me about roasts and blends and flavors and stuff.
Me: It was awkward.
Her: That doesn’t make any sense.
Me: Well. So, imagine your crack dealer started talking to you about different varietals of cocaine, when really they should be saying, This shit’ll get you messed up.
I’m sharing my sandwich with my daughter.
Looking at the meat, she says, “Is this chicken?”
“No, baby, it’s ham.”
“Yeah,” she says, “but is it chicken?”
“No, sweetie, it’s ham.”
“Why isn’t it chicken?”
“Because when you use a pig to make chicken, you get ham.”
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,400 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 40 trips to carry that many people.
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