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A word about bronies. 

saintcheshire:

So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.

The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.

We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.

We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.

My point here: this is why I fucking hate “bronies.” Because grown-ass men are flooding into a space carved out for children—often little girls—and are making it unsafe for them.

I met a lot of non-awful people there, of course. I met a lot of parents and older siblings. A lot of adorable little boys who were happy to empathize with female characters, and a lot of little kids who wanted a picture with cosplays of their favorite pony. I met a lot of people who were cool and nice and just liked cartoons. I met a male Pinkie Pie cosplayer with a Fluttershy lady-friend who juggled and spun plates and was happy to entertain kids, and were generally just really cool people.

But I also met a lot of skeevy dudebros. A lot of guys in fedoras loudly discussing sexual shit in a room with children. Guys who drew/sold/displayed really fucking inappropriate “fanart,” including gross bodypillows that had no purpose in a little kids’ toy convention. I met a guy who gushed with absolute glee about the pleasure he derives from “corrupting innocence.” I met a lot of people who wanted to take something sweet and nice for children and make it about THEM. A lot of guys who wanted to make it about their dicks. People who made it UNSAFE for the intended audience to even be in attendance.

So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.

My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.

(Source: princess-nietzsche)

fozmeadows:

nothingman:

via http://www.listen-tome.com/save-me/

IT’S 2AM AND I’M LAUGHING WAY TOO LOUD HELP

Anonymous asked: wizardchan only could have gotten your phone number if you put it out in to th e internet yourself. you have no right to act dramatic and upset when some one finds it and uses it however they want. what did you expect

patrickklepek:

ohdeargodbees:

I feel like the timing on this is too good for me to not actually address this. I’ve seen this thrown around a few times in various incarnations - either it’s my fault someone decided to find my info and use it to be gross because I put it out there in the first place, or there’s no way anyone could’ve found my number and I must be making it up.

Yes, I did put my phone number out there on the internet. Publicly. On twitter and in a few spreadsheets on google docs. 

I did this almost exactly one year ago, during the Boston Marathon bombings. 

Having lived in NY during 9/11 was shitty. I was a freshman in highschool. I remember feeling powerless to help or do anything more than trying to contact all my family in the area to see if they were ok. Most of them eventually got back to me. One of them never did. Panic gave way to kind of this dumb numbness while I felt like I had to just watch everything unfold, depersonalized, on TV. 

When it started to happen years later while I lived in Boston, I freaked out in a different way. I didn’t want to sit there powerlessly staring at news reports and sending text messages. So I took action - I jumped on twitter and started trying to organize people to go donate blood, to signal boost news (like when I heard a bomb might be down the street from my apartment), and to try and coordinate relief efforts. I put my number and information out there, very publicly, to try and shelter people who were displaced by the bombing and had nowhere to go. I was flailing and trying to help in some way instead of just feeling totally powerless again.

I wasn’t thinking that at the time, someone would have such a massive problem with a woman making a game about depression and would try to use that to scare or intimidate me. Even if I had briefly considered that some creep would get it, I didn’t care. I had more important things to worry about right then.

So yeah, it was reckless. I’m not sorry I did it though, and fuck the narrative of “if you ever make yourself available in any way, you’re responsible for people abusing that”. I am not going to live my life in fear of what unseen people might do with my information. I’m certainly not going to do it in a way that stops me from trying to help people, or from being who I am. *They’re* the ones fucking up by taking vulnerability and using it against someone. 

So fuck it.

I hear this line all the time. “You decided to put yourself out there, so it’s your fault people are acting crappy.” That’s the same sort of victim blaming that underscores “having a thicker skin” or saying “that’s just how the Internet is.” That’s a great way to blame everyone but the harasser.

Anonymous asked: Why do people get worked up so much over what a game engine is used? For example, Game Maker has a lot of bad games but for some reason RPG Maker's User Friendliness is a bad thing for some developers even when there's stellar games made in it? That always mindboggled me since it's not -the- game they're having issues about but the engine which works perfectly fine for the creator's vision?

askagamedev:

In all honestly, I think it’s because most people don’t actually understand what a game engine actually is. What the layman doesn’t really understand is that something like Frostbite 2 vs Frostbite 3 are essentially the same thing. Engines aren’t like game hardware - they’re tools that are constantly being updated, improved, and changed. Once they reach a certain point where they have sufficiently been changed (enough bug fixes, tweaked/added features, etc.), they get assigned a new version number.

That said, most people tend to think of a game engine as a product. To them, Frostbite 3 is clearly better than Frostbite 2. Frostbite 2 was something on the last generation, and Frostbite 3 is something on the new generation, so it has to be better! If you ask them why, they probably couldn’t tell you. They might make something up about graphics or lighting or something, and this is the way marketing likes it. To Marketing, an engine name is  a buzz word. Unity! IGNITE! Unreal! Frostbite! Snowdrop! Source! And so on. These are words that sound cool and impressive, and it makes them memorable to gamers. So they celebrate these differences and use them as part of their marketing budget.

When the public thinks of the engine as a product, then they start thinking that something can’t look/play/etc. as well in one engine as another. They think of all the things that could have been, rather than accept that the game was designed this way for a reason. It even goes as far as there being engine fanboys, similar to how there are game console fanboys. And that’s why I think that people get worked up about the engine - it’s a fundamental lack of understanding of what exactly an engine actually is, and the wish for more.

PS. For those who aren’t sure what a game engine is and would like to find out, I wrote something more in-depth to explain all the questions that kept popping up when I still posted regularly to the Bioware social network after they announced that Dragon Age: Inquisition was going to be on the Frostbite engine. Here’s a link to the Game Engine FAQ that I wrote. It should clear up the fuzzy bits.

Marvel vs DC: the Dudebro analogy

me:
It's sad how progressive Marvel looks while standing next to DC. It's completely amazing.
Kara:
which is kind of awful too because Marvel needs help too Marvel needs help DC needs to be in an institution? is that fair?
me:
Marvel is a middle class, middle America white dude who's been pulled from his suburban all-white high school to go to college with a bunch of people who are different than him.
Kara:
ooooh
me:
He's that dick who goes to the women's studies class to 'meet chicks,' and calls everyone bro, and doesn't really GET why his Cinco De Mayo party is really, really kinda racist. But he talks to people who don't look exactly like him and when he's told that he's being a dick he mostly listens and sure he's still got Maxim covers up on his wall, but now he can talk to girls without trying to hit on them.
me:
DC's the guy who went to the college of people JUST LIKE HIM and entered a frat and hangs out on /bchan and takes pictures of girls who are drunk and falling out of their shirts without their knowledge and text them to everyone he knows, even the girls who are kind of like, ugh.
Kara:
this is really perfect
me:
So Marvel has figured out that if he wants to get a date, or more importantly, a second date, he needs to start dealing with women and other people as human beings and he's not perfect and he's still gonna get dumped when he mutters a vaguely homophobic epithet at the waiter at a restaurant, but he's listening in classes and his roommate's cool and they become friends even though they're different races and eventually he ends up in a suite where half his roommates are women who explain that the "make me a sandwich" shirt is the reason he's NOT GETTING LAID. And he stops wearing that shirt, except when he's really drunk and stupid.
me:
Meanwhile, DC is on facebook, telling boob jokes and then bitterly calling women bitches for not having sex with him and going back to hang out at the local high school football games despite the fact that it gets sadder every year, because everyone who used to like him has grown up and moved out and moved away and he's still there, still talking to teenagers, except he doesn't know the lingo and they're not interested in what he has to say.

smashsurvey:

Now think of how many of those female characters and protagonists are oversexed, created for the male gaze, or put in an inactive damsel role for the plot of the game. Representation matters. A Study last year proved that exposure to tv shows increased the self esteem of young white boys and markedly decreased the confidence and self esteem of girls across the board (and we haven’t even started on the representation of characters of color and the effect it has on children’s self perception). 

Video games are a different media, and even more concerning if representation metrics are changing how our kids think of themselves. Especially knowing that 67% of American Households have video game consoles and 91% of Children play video games regularlyhow do you think the portrayal (and lack of portrayals) of women and girls in these games is affecting little girls – or influencing how little boys view their importance and/or influence over them? 

Comics. Movies. Lit. Pop Culture. The Smash Survey is an upcoming podcast project that will critically explore the representation of race, gender, and queer identity in media and pop culture in a fun and engaging format. 

ellensu:

Uncanny Xmen fanart; costume redesign

Illyana Rasputina (Magik) & Emma Frost

I love the series but its a serious case of wtf are you wearing.

Wow this fanart is so much better than what they actually wear.

xryz:

xokami:

The great war between anime and fruit

I don’t even…..

this is priceless

(Source: silentmaven)

thehidingcat:

stupidmiiverseposts:

There has only been five female characters comfirmed playable compared to fifteen male characters.

I’m amazed at those exact numbers because 33% is the point where men will start thinking there’s a majority of women in a group.

science-junkie:

Birds and Dinosaurs

(via xkcd) 

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