The Borderlands series is going to go all Rozencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.
In the next chapter you’re going to play two “less adventurous” characters from the world of Pandora, not Vault Hunters. You play through their accounts of recent events, but they’ll be “Big Fish-like” recollections where stories don’t add up and details change between accounts. So they’re going to start telling the same story from tertiary characters and explore human aspects where perspective changes details.
A lot of men (and probably other genders, but mostly men) like to creepily hit on people (usually women) in contexts in which it’s not ok to hit on people. (Eg: on the subway).
Girls start experiencing this before they’re considered old enough for sex ed.
Creepy men regularly do this in a way that’s slightly deniable.
Like sitting way too close. Or asking an almost innocuous thing. And it feels really horrible to be on the receiving end, but it can be hard to put your finger on why. And if you object, the man who started it will try as hard as he can to say you’re being unreasonable. Often, bystanders or people you tell afterwards will empathically agree and tell you he was just being friendly and that didn’t have to be rude.
“Living here [in Los Angeles] and having a car, I can drop home real quick and change clothes and then go back out… What happens is, like a witch, you can dictate how people see you—you get to organize how they interpret your own energy. And then their energy, reflected back at you—or me—becomes hypnotic. I felt like Superman to my everyday Clark.”—
This is partly why I’m getting so interested in upping my fashion game lately. In the past two years I’ve revamped about half my wardrobe with decent dress shirts, expressive and also dressy ties, some fun tie clips, a couple nice suits, and an array of colored socks.
Making an effort in any venture—what you create, what you eat, how you dress—sends a message.
At present, the harshest penalty available here at Boise State is expulsion, used only for the most heinous crimes, like cheating on Scantron exams. But now that lethal force is an option, I need to know which infractions may be treated as de facto capital crimes.
I assume that if a student shoots first, I am allowed to empty my clip; but given the velocity of firearms, and my aging reflexes, I’d like to be proactive. For example, if I am working out a long equation on the board and several students try to correct me using their laser sights, am I allowed to fire a warning shot?
A mode where all you do is eject from one titan to another (and, of course, fight), launching into the air each time so you have a few seconds to find another (likely AI-controlled) titan to land on and get into. Your feet ever touch the ground, you die.
Several states are considering legislation that will ban the use of Google Glass while driving. This legislation is an awesome idea and it really should be at the federal level.
Google has begun lobbying some states to abandon this legislation. This is a terrible idea. The last thing people need while behind the wheel of two-ton murder machines is a damn computer screen in front of their eyes and all the distractions that come with it. The only things drivers should focus on is the road and not murdering anyone.
I gave up and reinstated my Google+ account because Hangouts is the only way I can chat or video with some people, including my highly untechnical parents with a Nexus 7, gifted by a friend.
I haven’t posted anything to Google+ in the week since I reinstated my account, yet dozens of people are once again adding me, just as they have since about six months into Google+’s existence. This is not a humblebrag, it is a resurrection of my investigation into this phenomenon.
Same as before, almost none of these people seem to do anything with their Google+ accounts. Most barely have any profile details beyond a name and have never published any photos or text posts publicly.
I’ve never put much effort into my Google+ account. More importantly, I have been openly critical and skeptical of the service—initially on Google+ but continuing on the other platforms I care about—since Google started shoving it down our throats. In other words, I’m pretty sure I’m not on any of the “Featured Users!” lists.
Same as before, I call shenanigans. I got $10 that says these are fake profiles invented by the Google+ team to create the illusion of growth and interest in what is ultimately a “social layer” dud.
It’s been two days since they shut off the beta for Titanfall, one of the best multiplayer shooters I’ve ever played and the Xbox One’s first killer app. With the beta gone, the game is effectively gone forever. Until it’s released on March 11.
I think I’m doing ok, but the early warning signs are there. So far:
I’m having noticeable trouble deciding which custom loadout in my closet to wear today
Last night I tried pulling up on my sofa cushion to eject from the living room
Doing errands yesterday, I nearly decided to ram my car through traffic and two stoplights because I figured if it gets wrecked a brand new one will drop from the sky in two minutes and sure I can survive on foot that long it seems like almost no one is shooting back at me
That’s twice what Microsoft spent to buy Skype, for a messaging app with a heavily non-US base (that’s the important part) of 450 million active users and a cost of just 99¢ per year to use.
Strangely, unlike Facebook’s previous acquisitions over the past couple years of gorgeous Mac and iOS apps and the studios that built them, WhatsApp is absolutely hideous. Maybe the design and engineering all-star team Facebook put together can lend a hand with that.
All your messaging, apparently, belong to Facebook.
(For what it’s worth I really like Facebook Messenger. I hope more of my friends and soon-to-be friends use it)
I wish the latest viral trend at Google, Facebook, and the rest of Silicon Valley was a sense of customer support and taking care of the users, without whom none of their products would have a reason to exist.
“Jonathan Ferrell ran towards police seeking help after a car accident and was given a hail of bullets for his troubles. Renisha McBride went in search of a Good Samaritan after her accident and a shotgun blast answered her knock. Teenager Trayvon Martin walked home with candy and tea and was greeted by the nervous trigger finger wrapped in an adult’s gun. Jordan Davis sat in a car outside a convenience store listening to music and a man who objected to the volume cut his life short with the boom of a firearm. The principal crime all of them committed, like countless others over the centuries, was being black and not sufficiently prostrating themselves to ensure the comfort of others.”—[Black History Month isn’t making life better for black Americans](http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2014/02/black-history-month-isnt-making-life-better-for-black-americans/283767/)
“Male privilege is “I have a boyfriend” being the only thing that can actually stop someone from hitting on you because they respect another man more than they respect your rejection/lack of interest.”—The Sociological Cinema (via ugh
Scene: a neighborhood Mexican restaurant with elegantly folded napkins and fake roses on every table, yet a TouchTunes jukebox at the front window because it doesn’t take itself too seriously
A mother gently interrupts conversation with a long-time friend to show him her son’s YouTube channel. She gets out her phone, turns up the volume loud enough so everyone, not just her friend, can hear. She taps play.
The Son explains how to modify an Android something something to do something. You open this, scroll to that, be sure to get your favorite text editor to edit those… it isn’t important.
"See? This is how he makes his money."
"Oh no, I can’t follow any of it. Are you kidding?"
"But isn’t this amazing? My 12-year-old boy!"
The video continues. The other patrons try to pretend they don’t hear the instructions, blaring but muffled by cheap speakers that can’t handle the volume.
One generation watches on a five-inch screen as another drifts farther away at the speed of free OS updates.
The paper, published last week in the journal Personality and Individual Differences, surveyed a group of several hundred on their Internet behaviors and personal traits. It found that trolling correlated with higher rates of sadism, psychopathy and Machiavellianism, a certain lack of scruples when it comes to deceiving or manipulating other people.
“… it might be said that online trolls are prototypical everyday sadists,” the paper rules.
Everything you ever wanted to know about trolls, but were afraid to ask.
Unless Jordan is leaving parts out, this is a dreadful story on his part. He got a job at Apple, started working under what he describes as an insulting, territorial boss, and left a month into it.
He doesn’t describe any instances of bringing up the problem to his boss, talking to fellow coworkers to see what the deal is, or, if need be, going to a superior. He just ran into a problem for a couple weeks, did nothing about it, then walked away.
This isn’t so much a story about a bad boss at Apple—hey, every company has ‘em—but a terrible example of how to deal with workplace conflict.