JuniperusVox

joined 1 year ago
[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 4 points 1 year ago (4 children)

So how does that lead to so then there's only negative things to say? It is, once again, not out yet. I'm starting to dislike being in any community around games, because everyone appears to just hate games. It's exhausting.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 46 points 1 year ago (42 children)

Why are y'all so damn negative? Every thread I've seen on here about Starfield has been like this. It's not even out yet, god damn

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 2 points 1 year ago

The Empire dissolved in 1776 into stateless enclaves led by Councils of Friends

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 3 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

Re-reading Hyperion by Dan Simmons. I read it as a teenager the first time, and I wonder if I'll get something different out of it in my 30s now. I'm also reading Heart of Dominance by Anton Fulmen along with my wife. More of a book for them than me, but it still has good information to glean regardless. If I want to include graphic novels, I also just finished Sunstone. It was sweet and entertaining.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 5 points 1 year ago

I just got my rejection email for the job at the beginning of the week. Thank you, by the way! I'm proud of myself too for getting through several rounds of interviews despite my brain screaming to not step outside. I'll try again when they do another hiring round in November, I suppose. Maybe I'll get lucky the second try?

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 4 points 1 year ago (3 children)

That's incredibly sweet of you, alas I am in Canada and also would feel guilty because I don't know how to accept gifts or kindness lol

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 7 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) (5 children)

It's been pretty awful, sadly. As Neil Gaiman says, "Events are cowards. They come in packs." It's been one blow after another all week, and I don't think I can handle any more bad news.

 

Inspiration

The screen lit on my face like some half assed light at the end of the tunnel.
I wondered when it would tell me all the words to write down,
what great epiphanies it would reveal to me.
I found out that the glare stings after a while,
and that the words will only come with a sacrifice of
blood and tears
onto my 101-keyed altar.
I never did get any beautiful, flowing words or heartfelt confessions though.

All I got were these.