
There’s an item of controversy that’s infected the video game industry: The idea that buying used games somehow steals bread from the mouths of starving developers. This, of course, is lunacy.

There’s an item of controversy that’s infected the video game industry: The idea that buying used games somehow steals bread from the mouths of starving developers. This, of course, is lunacy.

After the interview, I added her as a friend on MySpace so I could see when she uploads new photos and because that’s currently her primary homepage. She returned the befriending, adding the following comment to my page:
Hey it was great chatting with you tonight! I forgot to mention during the interview.. I will never look at my C Viper figure the same way after your piece a couple weeks/months ago on her “flaw”. I’m now obsessed with showing people my figure when they come over b/c they just don’t believe how bad it really is. ^__^;
The “flaw” she’s referring to is the one that I’d mentioned in an article she’d seen about the Crimson Viper action figure. Knowing this, I clicked the “Comment Back” link to send this reply:
I’m usually in favor of a little camel toe, but holy cow! There are limits! O_o
When I looked again at my MySpace homepage, I was confused to not find my reply underneath her comment. I’d assumed that replying to comments was like any other thread, but apparently this is not the case for MySpace.
It then occurred to me to look at her homepage, finding my response with no context connecting it to her original message to me. I thought, “Well, that’s going to look inappropriate.” Thus, I quickly composed a second comment, clarifying my true meaning from the first.
I fail at MySpace. Good thing I don’t use it much.
Though thankfully, I’m not as careless, I was reminded of this recent post of FaceBook fail (under the break):