Well we now know who the Half Blood Prince is, and I like the direction she’s going.
That’s all.
Otherwise people may kill me.
Well we now know who the Half Blood Prince is, and I like the direction she’s going.
That’s all.
Otherwise people may kill me.
Comic Con starts today and goes all weekend, back in San Diego. Good buddy Travis is down there, taking in the sights.
I always mean to head down there to check out the Con (having free housing isn’t a bad carrot on a stick), but the travel doesn’t really appeal to me. On the other hand, I would get to visit the car again, and my brother has been doing some fantastic things to it.
Maybe next year.
I’m going to guess that this is how it broke down:
Rockstar originally had explicit sexual content in Grand Theft Auto.
Before it gets released, they decide to cut it. However, in the tradition of lazy programmers everywhere, they decided to perform the equivalent of “commenting” it out. They left the models and the situations in the game code, but the content wasn’t accessible in the game itself. The game was rated M, for Mature, meaning that (Thanks, mom and dad!) anyone under the age of 17 is not allowed to purchase it.
Along comes the PC version and quicker than my friends end up in the sky cage at Nexus, some enthusiasts “hack” the original game code and find the explicit content. Then they release a modification for the game that allows you to see and experience this explicit content, in game.
Now, why does this warrant a federal investigation? There are more important things to investigate, I’m sure. Come on New York, let Hillary know about what you want investigated instead of “smut in videogames.”
After some prodding from the RSS community, (thanks for the shove, Rick!) I’ve finally updated WordPress on the server so that the feeds work. It was working for some, and then not for others, but now that it’s updated hopefully it just works. That, and some vulnerabilities were patched up.
Either way, let me know. At least nothing on the surface appears to be broken.
But what lies beneath. . .