Arnheim
Arnheim
Arnheim

Keep at it. I just recently had a student send me a section of a novel they’re working on because they felt I’d be a solid reviewer of their side work, and all I could think was “I’ve not written anything worth a goddamn in years.”

...I read and edited the piece, provided feedback, and made a promise to myself to get

We all need our own version of Cheers.  I am convinced of this.

No worries. I’m a hypochondriac to begin with, so I see significant issues where none exist—but my drinking absolutely was problematic for a while in there (I’d kill two 12% tallboys, a six pack after that, and then sometimes go to hard liquor for about a year in my late 20s; I stopped that right quick, but some

The only nonsense here is your insistence on behaving like an absolute penis for no discernible reason apart from your need to generate replies and feel edgy.

Congratulations: you said something inflammatory, and that inflammatory comment generated replies.

You have officially conducted the same “social experiment” that

There were nights—and weeks at a time—when it was far more than that.

I had pain in my upper-right quadrant. My blood tests for enzyme levels were always clear, but I was getting fat, and I hurt under my right ribcage.

I definitely had a problem.

To some extent I still do, but I’m coming down.

I’m not about to quit

Goddamn right on in finding your strength and peace. I know it’s not a journey that ever really ends, but may yours continue to be ever onward, and may that road rise always to meet your feet.

And no sweat on the callouts. Sometimes I deserve them—and other times, I need them. I have a tendency to go to arrogance as a

Always.

I just heard about the strike ending! Hope you lot got everything you were asking for—and if not, that what you got makes life better for your students and yourselves.

Public educators will always be my heroes. I’ve thought about getting a license for high school, but I don’t think I’m brave enough for those trenches.

Be

I’m gonna go ahead and guess none of this is actually hypothetical, and I’m going to stand in solidarity with you.

I didn’t start drinking while gaming in any serious way until Demons’ Souls came out. I was twenty-seven at the time.

I’d been drinking since I was twenty-one, and tended to be a heavy drinker when I did

And the namby concern trolls that will inevitably trot out “keep ur politics outta muh vidja games” right up until a game takes a political stance they favor.

This deserves all the stars.

It could be done, but I’m toward the bottom of the ladder in terms of ability to contribute financially. Academia doesn’t pay well.

That said, if we get a GoFundMe or something similar started to purchase the sites, I’d give what I could—and demand only that I be allowed to keep my Doge avatar and obsession with my

A little spice.

A little high.

A little something other than the muck-covered trousers of cowardice.

It’s stuff like this that reminds my why I’ll be right here at Kotaku until the lights go out.

Go not gentle into that good night, folks—we’ll be here with you all the way.

...even the assholes who will invariably scream “don’t drag Kotaku into this mess,” not realizing that y’all are owned by the same VC company, and

...be careful you don’t provoke Portnoy’s Complaint.  The insufferable fart-sniffing that is certain to follow might just gas us all to death.

Burneko somehow hurts the worst, though I’m kind of living to see the parting fire Magary sets to the whole thing.

Already over there, but signal-boost this everywhere until they finally shut the power off.

May Spanfeller gorge himself upon a bucket of Yorkie dicks.

Spanfeller is the kind of intellectually stunted dickhead that thinks Donald Trump is a “successful businessman,” and the same sort of douchewaffle also-ran pity pledge frat bro who mistakes naked aggression for toughness and bravery.

He is, in other words, emblematic of the steady dumbing-down of this nation.

Fuck

Christ, the whole stable’s leaving.

I mean, it’s really to be expected, giving the fucking Petchesky got, but god damn, it’s a sad thing to watch.

So Spanfeller and his goons nuked commenting on Deadspin, and from what I’m reading, it seems like a solid chunk of the staff resigned.