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someone, inevitably after learning of my condition: "haha sounds like vampires"
me, visibly vibrating with excitement: "would you like to hear about the fangs that are a result of receding gumlines? also these three papers speculating porphyria's role in the origins of vampires AND werewolves? can I interest you in some cool historical facts about drinking blood? please don't leave yet I have a powerpoint planned"
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"Hey Jack, we've got a problem with the steel decorative axes we've mounted to the slingshot arms. Turns out that the slings are enabled in test mode, and when the tech's waxing around the slings and hits a switch the decorative axe becomes a functional axe and chops them right in the knuckle and they end up bleeding on our pretty playfield."
I view "Freyaday" as a perfectly valid name for myself and despise the very notion of a "real name". I've come to refer internally to such things as "taken names", in contrast to "given names".
In fact, if you count variants, I accept and respond to seven different names in meatspace and even more online.
y’know, lately I’ve been thinking
I kind of have a penchant for weird fighting games, bc I like seeing what weird shit developers come up with and how the genre as a whole might learn from it
and I must admit that smash is by far the weirdest fucking fighting game I’ve ever played and likely ever will play
Today (and yesterday) I worked on Total Nuclear Annihilation, a "boutique" machine by Scott Danesi, manufactured by Spooky Pinball. Scott made the first machine solo, people loved how it played, and Spooky said "Hey can we give you some money and make a bunch of these?"
It's overly simple game but it plays shockingly well, and the art and music and sound system are PHENOMENAL. Unfortunately its drop targets don't hold up well on location use, so I had to modify them a bit.
Back when the ISP I'm on was a small company they used to have the best tech support department available:
It was a Russian guy who'd always sound like you're interrupting him in the middle of something important.
He'd greet you with "Support", answer your question or problem with a short, impatient reply that was exactly what you needed, and when you said it worked he'd say "Good." and hang up in your face. ☎️
Now days they've got a "real" support department.. and I miss him.
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