The Day I Couldn’t Think of a Witty Title
Added at 4:24pm and filed under Geek Speak, bff, gaming, travel
I have no topic to write about.
That was my plan. To write frequently. With topics. Only it’s almost the end of the day already and a topic still eludes me so instead I’m going to sit here and talk shite to you. Deal? It had better be, dude – THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION HERE.
Let’s see. I’ve spent three days feverishly stalking my brother. It appears that a load of press passes for Gamescom have been issued, and whilst some of my super-fab and awesome team at GGS.com have got theirs … well, I haven’t. :/ (And In case you’re wondering how the bollocks these two seemingly disparate topics come together, it’s ’cause the press address for all things GGS.com is my Dad’s business address – and my brother works there. Make sense?) I’m hoping it’s a postal delay, or that they just send them out in blocks, because I just cannot fathom how my (admittedly awesome) writers got a pass and I haven’t. I really don’t hope that, after filling in the form in pigeon-German, I fucked something up on the form. Because that would be so typical of me it would be hilarious.
Or horrifying. One or the other.
Anyway, I dropped the organisers a line via Twitter and they said they’d get back to me. I hope that’s not a fob off.
Talking of whom – my GGS.com team? They’re so awesome. And I’m so lucky. Much like SHHF, I’ve managed to surround myself with some of the most awesome people, and I’m as much looking forward to three summer nights in Germany with Steve and Sarah as I would be looking forward to a long weekend with RL friends. Yay!
Well. Only if my pass turns up, obviously. Sob.
In other news, I unretired (yes, I think I made that word up) myself from Facebook1. I deactivated my account in January because … well, there’s a party line about why I quit but the actual truth runs deeper than that, a whole mess of crap and (my) hurt feelings. I’m feeling better now; not quite whole again, but okay, and the funeral this week was a violent reminder of how short life is, how dependent some of us are on it for communication, and how I needed to open up again, stop hiding from people on the off-chance I might get hurt. I feel like a twat writing that – a stupid, insipid, ball-less fool – but it’s true nonetheless. Pathetic, no?
And whilst it’s nice to be back, to see updates and photos and the like, this morning I woke up to updates about promotions in Mafia Wars and carrot watering on Farmville. It’s hard to choke back to desire to hit ‘deactivate’ again …
1 PLEASE don’t ask me to friend you on Facebook. I have exceptionally few online people on my FB profile and that’s because what you get here? On this blog? This is me. Pure, unadulterated, untainted, uncensored, warts-and-all me. Please let me keep this part of me – and you guys – separate from my friends and family and the people I’m expected to work with. They don’t know that I’m writing a book, or that my shiny hard facade is actually made out of crepe paper – and I’d really like to keep it that way. You can talk my BALLS off here – you can comment on anything at anytime and I’ll be glad to friend you. :) So please don’t take offense if I don’t add you back on FB, okay?
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The Day with Girl Gamers Suck
Added at 12:37pm and filed under Geek Speak, awesome, gaming
Introducing my latest project – girlgamerssuck.com.
You know me. I like games. I often don’t have time to play as much as I would like – and when I do play, I’m often kinda crap – but I’ve grown up with gaming and I love it. It’s part of my childhood, part of my life and undeniably part of who I am.
I have loved the last six months I’ve been writing for AeroPause. Having skirted the world of online game geekery for a number of years – SHH.com aside, obviously – its been wonderful to fully immerse myself without the guilt or hang-ups. The guys I ‘work’ with are all kinds of awesome, and I hope to be there for many years to come. And it’s spurred me to run with an idea I’ve had for as long as I’ve been online – a gaming site for women.
Yes, there are loads already (although – in my defense – there wasn’t ONE when I first thought of the idea!). But they’re generally all pretty . . . meh. See, I don’t do pink. I don’t care about girl power. I also don’t care about pony games or dream weddings and I don’t play MMORPGs, either. So I’ve ended up creating what I hope is a gaming site for people who genuinely don’t give a shit about gender. People who wouldn’t mind exploring some of the psychology around gaming, as well as keep abreast with selected news and reviews.
It took forever to think of a name. I originally didn’t really want to focus on the ‘girl’ or female aspects but to be honest, it’s impossible for me to drive the message that girls can game without that focus – which is where my idea comes from. I didn’t want to rip off any other girl gamer sites with a similar name, but I realised that I also didn’t want to drop the female aspect – which is why I seemed to keep coming back to the sarcastically titled girlgamerssuck.com.
So please – come visit me! Comment and contribute. Is there anything you’d like to see on there – anything I’m missing? What do you like? Dislike? It’s been forever since I launched a new project from scratch so please tell me your thoughts and help me get this thing off the ground!
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The Day After the Christmas Party
Added at 1:36pm and filed under Corporate Puppet, Geek Speak, Oh Mama, Weighty Issues, bff, family, health
Christmas parties. The beginning and end of so many promising careers.
Ours was last night. We had a team outing last week, which was all very civilised and lovely, but last night signaled the official end of the year for the entire organisation so – as is the tradition – all hell broke loose. It looked like a scene out of Saving Private Ryan, only with blazers and ties and inappropriately low-cut tops.
People drank too much, ate too much and gossiped too much. Glasses were smashed and people fell over. As I understand it there were more than a couple of inappropriate propositions, made worse by the fact that the propositioned was sober and the propositionee was oh-so-not. There was an argument, (although that was me, yelling at my Work BFF when he left me waiting around outside like a lameass) and when one of the guys hugged me goodnight he grabbed my left breast when he pulled away. (You’d be reasonable to assume that it was an accident but there was CUPPAGE, people). I also ended up having to take a colleague home. It was miles out of my way, but should give an indication to the kind of state she must’ve been in to have warranted such a lengthy detour.
Yes, I was driving which and yes, that is boring, but as I don’t particularly need alcohol to have fun and always struggle to get home, it’s often just easier to have the car. Plus I’ve witnessed that many people commit career-suicide at Christmas functions over the years that I’ve just learned that it pays to be restrained. (Well, sometimes). I’ve been struggling a bit in work this year – a whole messy, stupid saga that I’ll bore you with one day, I’m sure – so I spent most of the evening in the company of the scant few guys who work at my place, safe in a booze-fueled haze and conversations about video games, films and lewd jokes. (Aside: It’s only recently that I’ve utterly accepted that I struggle to make and retain girlfriends, a fact emphasised further when I realised that the few good female friends that I do have tend to have the same issue. I’m so much more comfortable in the company of guys; they talk about stuff I understand, and there’s rarely snide glances or catty comments. I’m definitely better off sticking to what I know. Yeah, people raise their eyebrows and exchange looks when I’m the only female in a crowd of lads, but at least I know where I stand, you know?)
Well, as long as they’re not accidentally-deliberately grabbing my tits.
Anyway!
In other news, I aced the first assignment of my Masters degree, coming home – bizarrely – with a distinction for a topic I had never even HEARD of prior to my class, let alone studied. I think everyone else on my course thinks I’m a suck-up and hates me now. Heh. And thanks to all for the kind comments about Fluffy Sam. He seems to be okay, but the vet doesn’t really understand what happened, nor can offer anything to help. I think we’ve concluded that it must’ve been some kind of seizure, but right now it seems like we’ll never know for sure. Very odd.
Right. TMI stuff is coming up, so look away now if you can’t read the word PERIOD without wanting to hurl:
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