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| A clean forum is a happy forum -- 2006-12-20
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I spent some of today fixing up the forums from the previous 2003 layout. I know from experience that the hardest part of building a successful website is building a forum community and getting them in the habit of checking the forums every day for new content. Fun fact about our forums:
There are 1002 registered users, 990 of which are bots who sell pharmaceuticals, pornography, and other things you secretly desire but don't want to admit to.
Even though you missed the chance to be the 1000th registered user, you can still sign up and request articles, game reviews and post comments about the web site. All the cool kids are doing it. -- sector24 | Someone's got a case of the Mondays -- 2006-12-18
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Every Friday when I leave the building, I am overjoyed the moment the sliding door closes behind me. This is the greatest amount of time before I have to go back to work. When you inhale that first breath of crisp air, it is just a tiny bit sweeter than every other breath you will take that weekend. That's the sweet sweet taste of possibility.
It's possible that I could go out with my friends and meet someone interesting and develop a brand new relationship with a stranger. Perhaps I could buy a new video game and transport myself to a fantastic world full of entertaining diversions. It's even possible that I could sit on the couch watching television, slipping in and out of consciousness for 65 straight hours. The world is my oyster. Whether I decide to implant it with a single grain of sand in the hopes of one day harvesting a faux pearl, or whether I decide to shuck it and eat it raw, discarding the shell in the trash for flies and maggots to fight over, it's my choice and I delight in the choosing.
But on Monday, the sweet air is long gone. When the sliding doors open for the first time the air is tense, as if it is waiting for me to tell it how it should feel. But I'm not the one who chooses whether to sour the air or not. That honor belongs to a single man, my boss.
The first thing he said to me when I walked in the door was, "Hey, you're not dead yet!" That was what the air was waiting for. Confirmation that it was indeed ok to smell like wet leaves trapped in a storm drain. So the flavor of the day was demoralizing, with a hint of insulting. Courtesy of my dear sweet manager. -- sector24 | I prefer the "online" you to the real thing... -- 2006-12-11
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| Quite a bit has changed since the last update, most notably that I have quit playing World of Warcraft. It's as close to perfect as any MMO has come, and yet it still falls just a bit short. You can read the review and my final WoW article about selling your game account. -- sector24 |
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