When the people at MIT design a “pod” from which to play World of Warcraft, which includes a toilet stowed into the gamer’s seat, it is definitely time to give some thought to the time I spend playing the game.
An entire culture could emerge in these games around the mediation between the virtual and real culinary world. You already see this in the game. “Raid food” is synonymous with Hot Pockets because the current raiding environment doesn’t afford the opportunity to cook anything…
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Sweet potato fries.
Unless there’s something pathologically wrong with you, you already recognize the deliciousness of normal fries. Sweet potatoes just take it to the next level, adding an actual flavour to the heady mix of grease and salt. Added bonus: you can lie to yourself about them being healthy. -
Slippers.
Previously the domain of old men and mental patients, slippers are now a staple in my lounging around the house attire. Part of me is looking forward to growing old so I expand…
Obligatory "About" post
Exciting and crucial facts to know about me! (Did the exclamation point get you pumped? Because you should be! YEAH!)
- Yes, my whole, actual first name is Nox. My full name, including middle names and last names, is 26 characters long.
- I love Indian food. A lot. More than you could probably imagine.
- You will get my Blackberry away from me when you pry it from my cold, dead hands and then shotgun my reanimated zombie body. Because mere death will not destroy our love.
- I will finish this later <3
Delicious?
I’ve never had this particular kind of apricot beer before. Hopefully it is as yummy as Alley Kat’s version. Sent from the Pinkberry
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A body has been frozen in the abandoned Roosevelt building in Detroit for at least a month. A homeless community had been living inside. Urban explorers had seen and photographed the body. Nothing was done about it, even after authorities were called. Not until a reporter got involved did anyone bother to investigate.
I’m not really sure what to say about this. I used to be fairly hardcore in my enthusiasm for urban exploration, my group of friends and I took quite a bit of pride in our ethics related to the hobby. We never broke in, instead looking for ways to gain access that didn’t involve any destruction to or change in the building. We never took souvenirs (except the many, many photographs). We were careful not to share the location or entry methods with people we didn’t believe held similar ethics.
I once found an injured dog limping around an abandoned WWII air force hangar and spent the afternoon driving around with local animal protection authorities trying to relocate it. (Sadly, the dog was too large for me to lift into my car so I could just drive him to get help, and after he snuck away from me I was never able to re-locate him. I still worry about him.)
You can be damn sure the instant any one of us found a dead fucking human body we would call for help. Not treat it like a photography prop and then walk away. Stories like this are why I’m such a misanthrope.
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Hi, I'm Nox. I have a fricking dream job as a community manager and user experience designer for Clipwire Games. We make social games, and have way too much fun doing so.Technophile. Adventurer. Writer. Moblogger. Anthropologist. Geek.
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