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All over the internetz, she loved it.
We’re preparing the controllers for the upcoming Playtime - Video Game mythologies exhibit at the Swiss Museum of Science Fiction in Yverdon (Switzerland). In this case, we will feature only the “official” joypads, which is already quite big. And yes, only “joypads” no sticks (which is why you don’t see the VCS), no paddles or steering wheels. Mostly because the project we are working on is 100% devoted to pads.
This portion of the collection will be part of a section called “Bodies and Minds”:
game pads have been the traditional interface between the player and the avatar, the thread that entangles both bodies. In recent years, though, both the video game industry and independent artists and researchers have presented new innovative ways to strengthen the role of the body in game interaction. From Nintendo’s Wii and Microsoft’s Kinect to more experimental corporal interfaces that play with notions of control and even pain, the future of game interaction will, no doubt, involve our flesh and skin in unexpected ways.
The opening is March 12, please come say hi!
“Move thy panties to the side, my dearest maiden. Let me plunge my veined flesh blade into thine meaty sheath.”
“Oh! Majesty! Oh! Glory! Doth sun does not shine as bright as your smile! Mountains do not jut as do your porcelain breasts! I’m about to cum!”
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We’ve found some more signed first prints of “Adventures Into Mindless Self Indulgence” and are doing a special giveaway for our fans worldwide. If you’d like to enter the contest simply tweet @MSI with a link to your favorite live video of the band. Three winners will be chosen at random and notified via Twitter on Thursday March 1st!
So last night someone messaged me something that made me pretty angry, to say the least. It was backed up with a message from the person concerned admitting to something that I think I kind of knew, but seeing the text admitting to it made me even more angry. How dare they, how DARE THEY.
Still angry, still annoyed, broken trust…….
The worst part was that the person concerned I have known for a very long time and for them to break that trust….Well, it’s heart breaking.
Pretty much was told I would go no where, no one would love someone “like you”, thanks. Nice, kudos.