Earlier this month, the new parent company of Tumblr, something called Yahoo!, changed it's logo to something with a little less flair. This logo utilizes a font called "Optima", which is not usually available in Microsoft Word. However, after a little bit of digging, I found a place where I could download Optima for free. After downloading Optima, I can now mock Yahoo! for it's logo change by offering what other company's logos would look like if they utilized Optima with no flair.
For a
while now, I have been an active member of the All Games Radio Community. There are many podcasts on AGR that I listen
to, including Dead Pixel Live, Electric SistaHood, R9Cast, and
Cat & Fox. I have chatted online
with the hosts of these shows, and have thoroughly annoyed them, as I do people
in all social situations.
For a
while now, I have been hearing about a redesign of the All Games Radio site,
which can be found at www.allgames.com. On 1/1/13, the new site launched, and it
contained something which a consumer whore like me can appreciate.
T-SHIRTS!!!
Yes, the all new All Games Radio T-shirts are in, featuring the all new
All Games Radio logo, designed by the sexy, talented and sexy Esgee.
These
shirts come in many different colours, from white and black to green and
blue. The price for all of the sizes are
the same. Which means you'll pay the
same for the all new All Games Radio T-shirt, whether you are a small thing
like Kitsune:
On Sunday
I was over at my parent's house. This is
the Sunday dinner tradition that my mother started trying to do. A wrench was thrown into this tradition when
the work schedule where my Dad works started getting changed around. After some dinner and light conversation, I
start to leave. Before I left, I notice
something.
There was
water flowing out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom I was going to
use. My boyfriend-in-law had been working
on the swamp cooler, and the line going to the swamp cooler sprung a leak. This leak was leaking on the ceiling above my
parent's bedroom and into the bathroom on the other side of the wall.
My
boyfriend-in-law was called back to stop the leak. He stopped the water, then left to get
something to patch the hole in the line, all the while ignoring the water
continuing to drip from the ceiling in my parent's bedroom. Slowly the sheetrock started to sag and
separate.
My Mom
called my aunt and uncle. My uncle is
significantly more useful than my boyfriend-in-law. As my uncle was inspecting the sheetrock
above my parent's bedroom...
One panel
sheetrock gave way, as did the insulation that was lying on top of it.
Eventually
me and my uncle, not me and my boyfriend-in-law, got the dripping to stop and
did clean up most of the insulation that fell.
I am still concerned that another sheetrock panel will give and I will
have to clean up more insulation. All
this makes me thankful for something.
I have
central air. At the vast Hunter Red
palatial estate and sexatorium, there is central air. This means that there is not a swamp cooler
sitting on the room of my place waiting to leak water, do damage, and cause
things to fall down on top of my head.
AGR
Kickstarter
A couple
of weeks ago, I mocked Kickstarter. Now,
I am proud to say that I actually support somebody's campaign on Kickstarter.
All Games
Radio needs capital to become the juggernaut of internet radio broadcasting
that I know it can be. It can get this
capital from donations from people like you.
You don't have to give much. How
about $10? Come on, I know you have $10.
A strange
incident happened on Wednesday. During a
Los Angeles Angels game in Oakland on Wednesday, relief pitcher Scott Downs was
assaulted in the bullpen by a fan who rushed him from the stands.
The man
is identified as twenty-eight year old Bill Brennan. When questioned by police, Mr. Brennan was
only found to be saying, "Thirty-seven.
Thirty-seven. That number haunts
me. It haunts me like a curse! Thirty-seven.
Thirty-seven! I must eliminate
thirty-seven! Thirty-seven. Thirty-seven."
When a
search of Bill Brennan's apartment was executed, among the items found were a
TV, a computer, a refrigerator full of beer, a small collection of porn, and a
copy of Diablo III.
It Begins
There is
a story. A story of pain, a story of
loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's
proper attention. Some are ignoring this
story. Some are unaware of this
story. Some know of this story but are
complicit in it's darkness. This is a
story that must be told. Told so that
the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it. This is Volume 11
The new
book by Hunter Red, Volume 11. Available
now on Kindle, Nook, and in a physical form. Donate to the All Games Radio Kickstarter,
then see if you have some money for Volume 11.
If you don't, I will kill this puppy.
Take your normal superhero origin story. Guy gets powers, guy realizes he has powers, guy goes out to save the world. Now factor this in: the guy has a score to settle.
Everybody wonders what it is that makes them who they are. The Hawk thought that question was securely answered. However a meeting with a boy in a hospital causes him to question everything. Why he is, who he is, what he is, and even if he is.
Eleven years after the events of Consequences Of Mayorust, The Hawk finds himself dealing with many of the same issues that many of us deal with: A less than satisfying job, co-workers of variant annoyance, and a romantic life is unhealthy at best. Thrust into all this is Madison Medina, a well meaning woman who's adversarial relationship with The Hawk morphs into a kind of friendship. Madison, in addition to learning more about herself and her abilities, help to reveal deeper problems inside the organization both she and The Hawk work for.
In every workplace there is a person. A person who doesn't talk to anyone, has walled themselves socially, and seems openly hostile to everyone. Every workplace has this person, even if you don't know of such a person, they're there. The Black Robin Christmas Carol is the story of one of these people. It delves into who this person is, why this person is, and how this person can change for the better.
There is a story. A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention. Some are ignoring this story. Some are unaware of this story. Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness. This is a story that must be told. Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.
When I thought up thig blog, the name I first thought up was "Random Bullshit". Quickly I recognized that this name would put some people off. Then I thought of the name "Random Bull****". That seemed to be to much clutter. Then I was inspired with the name that dons this blog today.
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