If I had to guess. “OW2" Is really two things combined:

Goodbye everyone. It’s been a hell of a ride. Never made it out of the greys but that’s ok.

Concourse post, comments work!

I’ve actually tried the eating bad food excuse (actually was sick from it) and the manager said, “learn to eat better, don’t be late.”

You know what’s really Evil? Soulless money monsters like Jim Spanfeller.

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…

I’m an addict and alcoholic. 7.5 years sober. Video games at one point became the only way to keep the nasty thoughts I would have when I was drink from dominating my mind; something semi-mindlesd to keep the hands and senses busy, something external to dominate and control, something to fight (literal demons, often)…

But can I still drink while my favorite website implodes because a couple of limp-dick assholes would rather fuck it’s dead corpse than stick to what has worked for nearly two decades?

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…

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I ended up with a 1987 Elite scooter and a broken laptop screen.

Next on Evil Week: How to run a beloved community into the ground. All you need is a website, passionate readers, auto-start video ads, and a shitty mantra. Just pulling things out of the air, let’s use “Stick to Sports.”

Next on Evil Week: How to run a beloved community into the ground. All you need is a website, passionate readers, auto-start video ads, and a shitty mantra. Just pulling things out of the air, let’s use “Stick to Sports.”

Does he really think that crying because your husband might imminently die is unusual? Really? This is almost more baffling than the whole sweeping the forests thing. Almost.

Some people say that Jim Spanfeller licks his own butt. He does. But Im saying that he licks his own butt so much that it’s only really remarkable when he isn’t licking his own butt. Which is never. Jim Spanfeller licks butt. Now, then, always.

Personally I like to stick my step counter on my wrist and get to work.

Where is the one about a private equity firm that takes over suite of websites and fucks it all to hell?

I cannot express to you how fucking delighted I am by a legitimate ghost story about the motherfucking Noid.

I haven’t finished the essay yet, I got to the part where Victor was trying to get the info to call Drew’s wife but couldn’t unlock the phone.

“This is some pretty heavy stuff.”