In other news, you can now find out who’s stalking you on Facebook. Or maybe not. Anyway, you can type a period into the search box and get a drop-down list of five names that mean… something. First person on my list is someone whose profile I stalk the hell out of out, but #2 is someone who I don’t think I’ve ever searched for — although I did peruse through her photos when they came up on the Feed and I was bored during finals, so who knows. Long story short: It’s a mystery, and I suspect some sort of fluke. But if it really is the people who search you the most, then I’m glad to know that at least some of my stalking is mutual.
And am I the only one who wastes several dozen hours every week playing Scrabulous? Best/worst finals distraction ever.
I’ve been meaning to write some more game-related posts, especially in the wake of the very fun presentation that Roy and I gave at WAM! 2008. For now, however, I just have a review of Mighty Jill Off, a free downloadable PC game that I recommend you all check out. It’s bound to be one of the more notable offbeat, indie, retro, lesbian-BDSM-themed jumping games of the year. OK, so it’s probably also the only game that fits those criteria. Ever.
Let’s get the preliminaries out of the way: this is not a porn-tastic game replete with breast physics and girl-on-girl action to appeal to adolescent gamer dudes. If anything it’s closer to the opposite, and the theme actually makes a disturbing amount of sense. (And not only because the creator seems to be kind of into BDSM and fetish stuff herself.)
It’s long been noted by game scholars and humorists alike that there’s a masochistic quality inherent in many games. Hemmed in by the demands of an almost arbitary system of constraints and rules, you willingly submit to the system in search of an elusive and transitory experience of “fun,” to the extent where you let most of your thought processes be taken over. (more…)
Ever wonder who’s behind right-wing media? Here’s one example:
This guy owns the Washington Times, one of the most popular wingnut publications out there. He’s got a lot of fans in the GOP, and he loves them right back. And he’s the kind of guy who will get up in front of a room full of people, rail against “free sex,”* and end his speech with “NO ONE CAN OPPOSE ME!”
Bonus: The two-second shot of the guy with the awesome “professional” mullet.
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*I suppose the opposite of “free sex” is “paid-for sex.” Or, in wingnut terminology, “traditional marriage.”
That’s right, I said scrubbing. Scrubbing sweat off of underage boys in a locker room. It’s central part of a new game for the Nintendo DS called Duel Love, in which you play a female transfer student who ends up as the personal trainer for a secret “Fight Club” at her new high school. That’s right, the companies that brought you Pac-Man, Tekken, Power Rangers, Tamagotchi and many more now bring you… scrubbing down sweaty boys and giving them massages!
Romance comics for girls, often featuring delicate, beautiful boys who fall in love with the plucky or cipher-like heroine — or, just as often, fall in love with each other — are nothing new in Japan. It used to be that you could pretend this was just another Or in the United States; check the Manga section of your local Barnes & Noble. Dating games based in similar scenarios (often called otome, the Japanese word for maiden) are nothing new either, but they’re getting to be bigger and bigger-budget projects. And utilizing new technology as well… as you can see in the trailer below, you have to actually scrub back and forth with the Nintendo DS styles, and here’s a picture instructing the player to blow into the microphone to clear away the steamed-up shower stalls. Why, whatever on earth for?
I first saw this ad when I was in Germany, and took note of it mostly because the dude is smokin’ and because I was surprised to see men kissing on television (we don’t get that in ‘merica):
Then I saw it again on TV in the gym a few days ago. In the USA. Guess which part was cut out.
Today in my mailbox I got an email titled “LouiseFuckstickBouffant.”
Something about adding the word “bouffant” to the end of “LouiseFuckstick” really made me want to open it. Shockingly, it was an advertisement for “JumboSchlong.”
Roommate’s boyfriend: What do you think Nancy Pelosi and Dick Cheney talk about up there? Jill: I think Nancy is probably like, “So, Dick, how are you?” and Dick probably responds with something along the lines of, “I like turtles,” except in his menacing voice. And then Nancy smiles really widely and nods and is like, “Uh-huh, that’s nice!”
I’m pretty sure it’s true. What do you think they talk about?
Daily Funny
from Jill @ Feministe 14 May 2008 7:44 am
