sometimes i go and watch anime for several hours then check back and have heaps of unanswered business related messages. it fills me with despair.
i just wanna slack off for a bit. i think i needed a break more than i realized 🥹
To all the Uma Musume-loving trainers overseas!
Thank you for finding my little account! I'm so grateful for all the miraculous moments of receiving so many reactions!!!
I want to say loudly that you are all people who can give me miracles with your likes and shares! Thank you!
Tim Sweeney, CEO of Epic Games, is criticizing Steam again over court documents claiming Valve pressured Ubisoft over a cheaper version of Rainbow Six Siege sold on its own store.
Sweeney says a dominant store taking a 30% cut can bully developers into not passing savings to customers on competing platforms with lower fees.
“Is this the ‘fair competition’ praised by recent articles? If a store with dominant market share taking a 30% cut can bully developers into not passing on savings to customers on competing stores with lower fees, then competition doesn’t stand a chance.”
Cuando VALVe estaba al borde de la quiebra y Gabe Newell fue a pedir ayuda para lanzar Steam, el 99% de la industria le dijo que no, que perdía el tiempo. No fueron una o dos empresas. Fueron todas. Lo cuenta el propio GabeN en el documental del 20º aniversario de Half-Life 2.
Ahora esa misma industria llora porque quieren parte del pastel que su propia incompetencia y arrogancia les impidió ver.
Excepto VALVe, nadie pensó a largo plazo. Nadie se jugó la empresa y el patrimonio personal contra una industria sin visión. Nadie apostó por tratar a sus clientes como personas.
Por eso CEOs como @TimSweeneyEpic y compañía se la pasan despidiendo gente en masa mientras buscan nuevas formas de exprimir y abusar de los jugadores, en vez de construir una comunidad de verdad.
Steam no es un monopolio. Es la recompensa por hacer las cosas bien cuando nadie más tuvo cojones.
I was in Nara feeding the deer, right? Everyone warns you they're aggressive but I thought "how bad can it be, they're deer."
Pretty bad. This one deer decided I was too slow with the crackers and literally bit my jacket pocket. Ripped it halfway off.
I was more shocked than hurt. The deer just stared at me like "what? you had food."
An old Japanese man nearby saw the whole thing. He came over with his wife, both of them looking concerned.
His wife didn't speak much English but kept saying "daijoubu? daijoubu?" (are you okay?) and examining my jacket.
The man said "deer are… how do you say… very honest about wanting food." He was trying not to laugh.
Then his wife pulled out a little sewing kit from her purse. Right there in the park. Started sewing my pocket back on.
I kept saying "no no, it's okay, it's just a pocket" but she wouldn't hear it. Sat me down on a bench and fixed the whole thing in like ten minutes.
Did a better job than the original stitching honestly.
When she finished, she patted my shoulder and said something in Japanese. Her husband translated: "she says be faster with the crackers next time."
They both laughed. I laughed. The deer was still staring at me.
I tried to offer them money for helping. They looked almost offended. The man said "it is just thread and time. Not expensive."
Then they gave me the rest of their deer crackers and walked away.
I still have that jacket. The pocket she fixed is the strongest part of it now.
I accidentally walked into a "locals only" type izakaya. You know the kind, no English, everyone knows each other, they got quiet when I walked in.
I was about to leave but the owner called out "sit, sit!" and pointed to a seat at the bar.
I was the only non-regular there. Everyone else clearly came there after work every day, had their usual orders, their usual seats.
The guy next to me, drunk off his ass, started talking to me in slurred Japanese. I understood maybe every fifth word.
The owner translated some of it: "he wants to know if you like baseball."
I said sure, yeah. That was the wrong answer because the drunk guy wanted to have a full conversation about baseball.
For the next hour, with the owner translating bits and pieces, I had this passionate discussion about Japanese baseball with a man who could barely sit straight.
Other regulars joined in. Someone bought me a beer. Someone else ordered food for me without asking what I wanted.
The owner kept saying "they are excited to talk to foreigners. Usually foreigners don't come here."
By the end of the night, I'd exchanged contact info with three people, been invited to someone's house for dinner (I was leaving the next day, couldn't go), and learned way too much about the Hanshin Tigers.
When I tried to pay, the owner said the drunk baseball guy already paid my bill. I tried to find him to thank him. He'd already left.
The owner said "he says you are a good listener. That is rare for young people."
I was just too confused to do anything but nod and smile, but apparently that counted as good listening.
A man traveled to Rabbit Island in Japan, and as soon as he stepped onto the ground, a crowd of animals appeared.
The local rabbits immediately came over to sniff him.