The amount of trust I have in the Hysteria Channel to deliver a good telling of the American Revolution is somewhere between nope and aliens-did-it.
Okay, considering that my expectations for the History Channel are pretty low (check it: bottom of the barrel), I’m sort of looking forward to this, especially since they have Michael Raymond-James as Paul Revere and Ben Barnes as Sam Adams.
But still, was that the Rolling Stones playing in the background!?
The problem here is that these squealing man-children, so desperate to keep women out of their precious games, want it both ways. They want gaming to be taken seriously as a culture and art form, while at the same time throwing an unbelievable tantrum when subjected to serious criticism. This is ludicrous and immature on so many levels. Gaming isn’t for you, anymore. Gaming is for everyone. Everyone gets to have their say, to make their criticism, and gaming doesn’t need you to defend it.
The only thing left for these people to do is put their toys back in the pram and huddle together as the tide rises against them, until they wake up in five year’s time and realise that Assassin’s Creed 7 was actually a pretty good game, even though they had to waste three precious seconds flicking the gender over to ‘male’ on the character creation screen so they can feel comfortable again. Change is inevitable, especially when half of the freaking gamers in the country are women and actually want to play some games that don’t treat them like disposable trash.
So, here’s another change for you: if you really think feminism, or women, are destroying games, or that LGBT people and LGBT relationships have no place in games, or that games in any way belong to you or are “under attack” from political correctness or “social justice warriors”: please leave this website. I don’t want your clicks, I don’t want your hits, I don’t want your traffic. Leave now and please don’t come back.
This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.
That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.
I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..
..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.
Yo! My name is Nikolas A. Draper-Ivey…This is cosplay as Cinematic Miles Morales: The Ultimate Spider Man. This suit was made by Jesse Covington( Writer and Costume Designer) and sewn by Sasha Williams ( Fashion Major graduate). Photos were taken by Pierre BL Brevard I specifically would like to thank Marvel Comics Artist Sara Pichelli for designing this character. I’m also very excited to see Olivier Coipel's work on Spider-Verse!
(Full shoot will be shot in New York itself just in time for NYCC)
WWWWWWWWWWWWAAAA WOWEE WOWEE WOWWWWWWWW
Can this be a thing, I’d really like this to be a thing :A;
Look at this. How are you even real sir?? UGH.
OMG, this hits all my Miles Morales feelings. Ughhhhhhh, need this kid on the big screen yesterday.
Having been tagged by stitchomancy, I’d be more than happy to share with everyone a few things that make me all giddy.
In no particular order:
1. Writing “the” sentence that open the floodgates to a great paper/argument/etc…
2. The smell inside all Payless shoe stores.
3. The taste of tiramisu.
4. Getting a hold of and beginning to read a really good historical monograph about my favorite subject(s).
5. Going on adventures (re: trips to the park) with the nieces and nephews.
6. Watching a fùtbol match with my soccer soulmate, Emma.
7. Watching a football game with my nephew, Nicky.
8. Discussing anything related to Miles Morales with anyone willing to listen.
9. When students tell me I make history interesting/relatable/memorable.
10. Helping people who are completely lost find the room/building/street they’re looking for.
11. Swimming (badly, but still) in the ocean on a hot day.
12. Finding a book I’ve been desperate for at a thrift store.
13. Geeking out about history with a fellow historian (especially if they let me gush about Alexander Hamilton)
14. Students telling me I helped them figure/solve something.
15. Driving on road trips (surprising even to me).
The first people a dictator puts in jail after a coup are the writers, the teachers, the librarians — because these people are dangerous. They have enough vocabulary to recognize injustice and to speak out loudly about it. Let us have the courage to go on being dangerous people.