n. the moment of realization that your quintessential self isn’t going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the humble kid for whom nothing is easy, who has spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before stumbling out into the glare of your life, which by then is already well into its second act.
My brother says that this scene is exactly what teaching feels like.
Your brother is correct
Oh no, I hope not. First day TAing is in a week.
Best of luck to you! I have plenty of fun and strange stories if you ever need someone to vent to. :)
Thanks! We’ll see how it goes. Here’s hoping not too much venting is necessary. : )
I’m turning myself into something a little less promising,
a little more useful.
Developers and writers alike want games about more things, and games by more people. We want — and we are getting, and will keep getting — tragicomedy, vignette, musicals, dream worlds, family tales, ethnographies, abstract art. We will get this, because we’re creating culture now. We are refusing to let anyone feel prohibited from participating.
“Gamer” isn’t just a dated demographic label that most people increasingly prefer not to use. Gamers are over. That’s why they’re so mad.
Worker’s rights to call in sick are our rights not to be exposed to whatever they have.
Capitalists want working class children back up chimneys. Victorian Britain is still their idealised society.