- 1 month ago
- 2 months ago
You’ve put up with me typing brief missives onto the Internet all year long, now you can help me pick the Tweet of the Year! I’ve combed through the archives to pick my favorite tweet of each month of 2013; you can use Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, email, whatever, to cast your vote. The winner
will be announced on January 7th is January’s tweet, which means I spent the entirety of 2013 in a slow decline. Wonderful.
BONUS: one random voter will be selected for a prize to be determined later (value<$10/1000 yen)
EDIT: the drawing is over, the winner has been notified. I’ll do this again next year!
Watching GoldenEye and man, not even Pierce Brosnan can clear the Facility level in two minutes.— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
Anyone else disappointed that Assassin’s Creed: Black Flag isn’t about stalking 80’s punk rockers as Henry Rollins?— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
Kyoto is such an ancient city, full of relics from the distant past pic.twitter.com/ajasYHxDeS— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
It’s hard to get excited about being 50 years away from First Contact when Star Trek history says we fight World War III first.— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
One aspect of modern life Back to the Future 2 nails: Japan will TOTALLY still be faxing people shit in 2015.— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
I know Japan considers all white people to be blue-eyed blondes, but this is ridiculous pic.twitter.com/yIjIIoDqNA— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
So what’s worse: finding a giant spider in your house or losing track of the giant spider in your house (I may have done both today)— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
what if the new doctor is benedict cumberbatch and next year’s doctor who episodes are just sherlock reruns with new opening credits— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
Of COURSE Hiroshi Yamauchi would pass away during TGS. One last show stealer. #任天堂— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
A student drew the Earth and I swear it was just Japan in a ball with a few wavy lines at the edge to indicate distant lands.— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
Watching a 1981 Spider-Man cartoon with Thor and Loki saying they’re “half-brothers” but that would mean Odin fucked a Frost Giant.— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
If you consider a community manager with a master’s degree who speaks four languages a “nepotism” hire, stop talking forever. #TeamDina— Daniel Feit (@feitclub)
- 6 months ago
I STILL CANT BELIEVE THE LONGEST PIECE OF LITERATURE EVER IS A SUPER SMASH BROS BRAWL FANFICTION
it’s longer than war and peace and les mis combined, plus two pride and prejudices.
it trumps the world record for longest piece of literature by over two million words.
Funny, if you asked me what the longest thing ever written is, my first guess would be “Is it fan fiction?”
(via rare-basement)Source: alien0104
- 7 months ago
Yesterday I posted an op-ed at Wired called “Why You Should Think Twice Before Shaming Someone on Social Media,” about considering the power of your online voice before you shame or call someone out online. One of the examples I used was Adria Richards, a prominent tech developer who…
(click the title above to read Laura’s complete post)
I’m not a very big fish in the Internet realm. I’m also a straight white male, which means my hate mail is typically limited to “you are a bad writer” and that’s that. So I find value in things like Public Shaming because it offers me perspective on how bad things can get online.
Would I attempt to “shame” someone who tried to hurt or threaten me? I…I don’t know. The temptation would be strong. Perhaps I’d try to make light of it?
I recall last year’s incident where the “Gaijin Gulag” guy wrote an impossibly long blog post calling out people who had criticized him online. Even though I had never directly contacted him, I had tweeted about his situation and left comments on blog posts discussing his tale of being deported. This was enough to make his shit list, so he included me in his diatribe.
I only merited a paragraph or so in his rant, and in the grand scheme of things it was petty. But I responded because I didn’t appreciate the way he labeled me a bully when all I did was question his story, one which grew increasingly dubious as detailed emerged.
Still, I look back on that and similar mass-outrage incidents and I wonder if I, by calling him out as others did online, became a bully simply because we outnumbered him. He was, by all accounts, a lone nut; a guy who spat at anyone who dared to engage him on any level. It became a spectacle. I wondered what he was going to say or do next. I couldn’t WAIT to point and laugh at him.
That’s not good.
Do I owe him an apology? Probably not, he was (and perhaps still is, just not on Twitter) an irascible jerk to everyone and anyone. If he were to show an inkling of remorse I’d consider it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t reflect on my behavior and consider how to handle the next (inevitable?) confrontation.
The Internet is a funny place. It allows us to instantly contact huge crowds of faceless people. I’ve been blogging for nine years, Tweeting for five, Tumbling for three. Beyond the audience that I know, there are thousands who see my words reblogged or retweeted. In those instances, strangers will see my face and name next to words I’ve written and they will use that information to form an opinion about me.
Do I want that opinion to be based on an insult of another person?Source: laurahudson
- 8 months ago
In case you didn’t know, I’ve been writing bimonthly comedy articles for Something Awful since the earliest days of 2006, and I used to keep a somewhat updated index of this content over at my old LiveJournal. Since I haven’t regularly updated that thing since 2009 — give or take — it seemed like a good idea to move this listing to Tumblr. Enjoy!
Updated somewhat frequently.
Bob writes really clever, fun stuff all the time. I’m grateful he made a list like this as it gives me an opportunity to sit down and actually catch up.Source: servobob
- 1 year ago
It’s been the one story on my mind all day and I can’t shake it: 1UP.com is shutting down.
The outpouring of grief on Twitter and Facebook has been cathartic; I’m glad I’m not the only one upset about a website’s closing. If you’ll indulge me, I have a few things to say about it.
When I started reading up on games again after a long absence, 1UP was the first site to win me over with personalities. Other blogs had a voice, for sure, and writers I followed, but only 1UP felt like an entire enterprise created solely for my benefit.
Part of its appeal was its compartmentalization: dedicated blogs, podcasts, even videos devoted to each genre of gaming. Unlike other gaming websites, I wasn’t stuck sifting through garbage to find topics I cared about. For Christ’s sake, there was an entire arm of 1UP devoted to old games. If it had Pizza and Star Trek sections I would have never read another website ever.
But it wasn’t just the niche content that captivated me, it was the family atmosphere. Writers appeared on multiple sections of the site, displaying a breadth of gaming knowledge that made me jealous. Some were just so insightful and humorous I didn’t care what software they were actually discussing. Case in point: the Games for Windows podcast was fascinating and fun despite the fact that none of the games they discussed were available to me (my computer is old and weak).
Thanks to Twitter, I managed to correspond to a few of my favorite personalities which only increased my connection to the site. When I found myself at the 2009 Tokyo Game Show writing for Chris Kohler (not a 1UP employee but a regular Retronauts host), it was a surreal experience to stand in a room with people I only knew as words on a screen or voices in my ear. Yet everyone I met was gracious and happy to talk to a guy essentially crashing their party.
Things took a turn for the unexpected in 2010 when 1UP actually hired me as a news correspondent. Suddenly I wasn’t just some guy leaving comments, I was a writer for the site (and getting paid for it)! For four months I came home from my day job and typed up stories based on Japanese sources, posting them early morning EST for American readers. It wasn’t quite the position I wanted - sharing my opinions on the games themselves - but considering I had barely a year of professional experiences under my belt I was thrilled.
Alas, it didn’t last. At the end of 2010 cuts to the freelance budget meant my position was no longer required. However, I went out on a high note by turning in first-hand stories on a series of events: the unveiling of the Nintendo 3DS in Tokyo, a major arcade expo, and an interview with Keiji Inafune. I may have been physically removed from the staff, but when my tenure was over I felt like I had earned my place among them. In fact, at one point my 3DS coverage took up nearly the entire front page of 1UP. It was incredible.
In the two years since then, 1UP has been beset with layoffs that shrank the already-depleted staff down to a few dedicated scribes. At its heart Jeremy Parish remained, and as long as he was there I always hoped the site would find a way to keep going. With yesterday’s news, it would seem their supply of continues has run out.
As I remarked on Twitter when I heard the news of the closure, the end of a website isn’t the same as the end of a person’s life, but in the case of 1UP it sure feels like it. I’ve tried to remain positive, knowing that the contributors I looked up to will eventually find more work, but the fact is there are no other websites like 1UP anymore. There will be sites covering new games and old games and sites with clever podcasts and amusing videos, but no one site will have them all. That idea is dead, dead as any idea can be. Hence my sadness.
So long, 1UP. Thanks for the years of informative entertainment and a few months of supplementary income. I’ll miss the former way more than the latter.
- 1 year ago
On August 1st, 2007, I first set foot in my apartment in Kawanishi, Hyogo, having just endured two days of useless orientation in Tokyo. August 1st was the day I signed my contract of employment and my lease. August 1st was my first day of living in Japan as an adult.
You can’t know what’s in store for you when you move to a foreign country. It doesn’t matter that I came to Japan twice before: once as a tourist, once as a student. When you come here to work, you’re on your own. No university liason, no dormitory full of peers, no safety net. And while I was older than the typical JET (30 going on 31) and had a loving fiancee eager to help me, it didn’t take long before I felt overwhelmed by my unfamiliar surroundings.
Looking back on that summer now, it occurs to me that having Mako in my life was both a fantastic aid and a difficult burden to live with. Fantastic, of course, because we love each other and she (and her family, who have been wonderfully supportive since I met them) did everything in her power to ease me into my new environment.
The difficult part was that by having Mako help me so thoroughly, it became very easy for me to settle into life in my apartment away from everyone else. I didn’t have any JET coworkers or neighbors, I only encountered them in passing on the trains occasionally. My incentive to reach out and make friends was neutralized by my relationship.
It’s not that I regret spending so much time with Mako in that first year, it’s just that once I started pushing myself to go out and meet people in public I found it changed me for the better. Life on JET is pretty solitary. Unless you miraculously break through and befriend (as in, see socially outside of work) your Japanese coworkers, you’re stuck pining for friends and family back “home” who you never see.
On that note, I cannot stress how magical the era of Facebook has been to me as an expat. None of the people close to me in the US fully embraced social networking as I have, but even the occasional message or “like” has reminded me of all the good times we had. And it’s fun to see glimpses of their new lives - couples getting married, children born, new jobs, even everyday stuff like lunch in a familiar place makes me smile.
The truth is no one ever tells you a friendship is over, unless you’re a huge dick who insults people and even then I think they just stop calling you back. It’s not that I don’t have friends “back home” anymore, it’s that “home” has moved. Five years into my new life, Japan is home now.
I still miss my friends from the US but the reality is they’ve moved on. Our frames of reference have drifted apart. We can still connect over memories and maybe the next time I’m in the States, we’ll have a party and that will be fun. But my closest friends, the ones I talk to about anything and everything, they’re the ones I’ve met in these past five years.
Here’s where things get complicated: this is the season of transition for JETs. I said goodbye to many wonderful people in the last few weeks, people with whom I had this shared Japanese experience for years, people who are now going “home” to someplace far away. I wasn’t close to all of them but it hurts to see so many of them leave.
I’ve been down this road before. Friends met in elementary school, friends met in high school, friends met over summer vacation, friends met at the movies, friends met at the post office (there were a couple!), friends met in college…all of them came and went.
After five years on JET, it’s only now that I’m really aware that my new friends I’ve met in Japan are going away too. Some will stay, of course, but most will not.
What do I do now? I suppose the only thing to do is keep pushing myself to make new friends. Keep going out to parties, keep writing, keep forcing myself to never settle for the ridiculous idea that one can have “enough” friends.
After 1827 days of living in Japan, I look forward to whatever may happen today or tomorrow, because I have no idea what’s next. I cant wait to see it.
- 1 year ago
April 1st is significant to me as a writer because that was the day I launched feitclub.com. By total coincidence, April Fool’s Day is also April 1st, so I’ve done my best to make the occasional joke entry.
2006: While studying abroad and in the midst of my busiest blogging period ever, I pretended that it was time to stop. Amateurish, I suppose, but a lot of people fell for it.
2008: I hadn’t blogged in a while and had recently returned from a trip celebrating my marriage in the US, so I went with a cheap “OMG you guys Mako is pregnant!!!” gag. Most people chuckled, but my dad got really mad.
2009: With Mako truly pregnant for reals, I came up with what I still believe to be my best work: a long parable about naming my son 5. As in, the number 5.
2010: Having begun my career as a freelance writer a few months prior and in-between trips to immigration to update my visa, I pretended that I was in trouble for working outside the limitations of said visa. I thought this was too far-fetched but a lot of people (including the man who hired me as a freelancer) thought I was serious.
2011: On Tumblr now and with the 3/11 tsunami disaster still fresh in everyone’s minds, I claimed that it was time to move to Tokyo as a means of defying radiation panic. I feel bad that a number of Tokyoites got excited to hear this news.
I’m really tired this year so let me just put this out there: OMG you guys Mako is pregnant!!!
I’ve been very fortunate in my nascent writing career thus far. People respond well to my work and I genuinely enjoy it. Writing isn’t any easier for me now than it was back in school, as I still struggle with motivation at times. Yet I know that even if these websites weren’t eager to print my scribblings I’d still be writing just as much; I’d simply be confined to the sheltered environment of my own blog.
Imagine the look on my face when I learned last week that yes, I would be reviewing a video game for Wired Game|Life. And not just any game, a goddamn Castlevania game!
I felt proud to write a movie review last month for Film Junk, but it wasn’t the same as reviewing a video game. For one thing, I had to buy a ticket and see Predators in the theater just like everyone else (and movie tickets are expensive here). Also, my work for Film Junk is volunteer. I’m thrilled to have a platform to write about movies, of course, but there’s just something about getting paid to do something that validates it on another level.
With Castlevania, I received a free copy of the game in advance of its release date. I wasn’t the only person playing the game this weekend, but I was certainly among a select few evaluating for the public. When I cleared the first chapter, I was actually ranked in third place on the global leaderboards. Third! I’ll never be near the top 50 once the game goes live.
As it turns out, playing a video game for review feels a bit like homework. While I didn’t have a specific deadline to meet, I knew that I needed to play as much as possible over the weekend so I could write while at school on Monday. This forced me to play the game more often and for longer stretches of time than I would had I played for recreation. It was never a drag (I liked the game) but it certainly wasn’t carefree. Mako wasn’t too thrilled about having me take over the TV as much as I did.
Of course, if the game had a pause button this experience would have been a lot smoother. Seriously, there’s no pause button! I still can’t get over that! Even if I didn’t have a baby to keep an eye on I still deserve the ability to put the controller down should something suddenly come up.
So yeah, this weekend was pretty huge for me. I got paid to review a video game and got to play it before the rest of the world could. If you had told the 11-year old me this story, he’d call you a damn liar to your face before crying quietly in the corner.
I invite you to read my Castlevania: Harmony of Despair review. I can’t say it’ll make much sense if you’re not into video games, sorry. If you have time, though, could you also go here and click “Read Full Story”? Thanks, it helps.
Oh, and as long as I’m celebrating my modest success, I have an editorial featured in the September issue of GamePro. Yes, an actual magazine. It’s a reprint of something I wrote for Bitmob earlier in the year. It should already be on shelves by now. Here’s what the cover looks like. I hope you’ll buy a copy. This is the profession I’ve dreamed of and it needs all the help it can get.