A lot of it is untracked, though. I know we live in the era of big data, but Blizzard et al has no clue how many people are playing TIE Fighter Total Conversion and countless other old games. 5% is way too low of a made up estimate.
Hell, classic arcade emulators are ubiquitous.
My point here is not that game publishers aren’t making money. My point is, gamers don’t have to buy into it to have fun.
I know it’s been a while, but I’m still getting used to the curly hair. Looks much better than the stupid Caesar thing he was going with before. But he still looks like a synth.
Shit like this is why people go back and play much older titles and have a great time with them.
c/patientgamers rise up! Or maybe not. We’ll just wait until it goes on sale and maybe give it a try down the road.
Sideline interviews.
I’m guessing most do not, because it takes a lot of work to spend a billion dollars. I speculate they are competitive with each other and want to be the richest of the rich. And/or they have dreams about colonizing Mars or whatever.
I think one blind spot many of them have is: you do NOT want to be a wealthy person living in a poor country.
Good chance to curate my block list.
3 Body Problem vibes.
I do love Technology Connections. When I was a kid, my uncle had a pinball machine in his game room and we would play that thing for hours on end. It was really fun seeing Alec crack one open and give us an extended tour.
Guessing 2/10. Real name is very common. I’ve made plenty of shitty and dumb comments over the years, but it would simply be embarrassing and that would be it. I don’t hold any important or public positions.
Good grief that link is a long list of gatekeeping BS for frikkin’ hotdogs. I hate ketchup on a hotdog, but it doesn’t bother me if someone else likes it. Why try to boss the world? Let people enjoy things.
The Brother PocketJet series of printers might have a model you like. I have never used one of the PJ printers, but I’ve had good experiences with other Brother printers.
That sort of thing was common at this shitty bank I used to work for. People would fart around and stretch out tasks just to spend more time in the office pretending to be at “work”.
Performative nonsense that drove me bonkers. Especially when I wanted to finish up a task so I can go home, and they’re hanging out at my desk bending my ear with small talk.
Don’t know if it would work in your scenario, but I will use Delayed Send on an email when I want to get my thoughts down right now but don’t want to bother the person I’m sending it to until a better time.
Breakroom at my father’s office had snack and soda vending machines, and also a change machine. My younger brother and I discovered the change machine was faulty, and would dispense way too much change for a dollar bill. We fed it every single we had (4 or 5 dollars between us) and got back $20 or so in quarters, nickels and dimes. This was in the late 1970s. $20 was a lot of money, especially to a couple of dumb kids. We thought we’d hit the jackpot.
I am interpreting the top half as play fantasy games all day and not actually live in olden times.
This is why some places like Michigan State University and Ohio State University use “desire path planning”. That’s where they observe where people walk and then install (or move) the sidewalks to match those footpaths.
At my job we’ve learned that anyone above director level simply will not read beyond the first sentence of a fucking email. So we have to write them these orc-like one liner emails and pray they understand whatever it is the fuck they need to understand. They have zero nuance or patience. They just want to grunt and point.
A modern version of the court jester. I like it.
This is why they told me to keep my camera off at work.