Sex in video games.

I'm currently googling for the sex video in Grand Theft Auto. It is taking longer than I expected.

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Once upon a time, when I worked in the games industry, I was captivated by the idea of making a porn game. The game would be all about porn and simulating sex using your avatar. You would walk around in a virtual environment, meet other players, chat with them, and then simulate sex. There would be 3-d graphics, character animation, customizable skins and avatars, and full-motion video. It would be a massively multiplayer online realistic porn game (MMORPG).

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I found this hilarious article about the sex patch, with a choice excerpt:

"The game is now being taken off the shelves all over the country and
re-labeled with an "AO" rating. This is much stricter than the "M" rating
the game originally received. According to the ESRB website:

Titles rated M (Mature) have content that may be suitable for persons of age 17 and older.

As opposed to the stricter AO rating:

Titles rated AO (Adults Only) have content that should only be played by persons 18 years and older.

What pisses me off more than anything is that I paid for a game rated for
17 year olds, or possibly 17 and 1/2 year olds, tops. What I got was a
game rated for 18 year olds instead."

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I wonder if Google would support me in making my MMORPG. Ha.

Netflix.

I love that I can watch previews using Netflix. Go Netflix!

Couplets

We went to the outlet mall. I bought a long red strapless dress and a fancy costume headdress with feathers and fake fruit.

Tom put on the headdress. He's so tall and skinny that he looks very funny with the tall headdress.

"You should wear that to AsiaSF," says Peter.

I concur enthusiastically.

"I hope I can get in," says Tom.

"Just tell them your ID is under the hat," says Peter. "Say, 'It took me 3 hours to put the fruit on, but let me get the ID ...' and then they'll say, 'No, don't take off the hat!!'"

Eggs.

For dinner last night, we cooked meat on a griddle, then wrapped it in romaine lettuce with hoisin sauce.

"I'd like an egg," Tom says. "Can we grill an egg on here?"

My mother went to the fridge and brought out two eggs. She wiped clean one corner of the griddle, poured on canola oil, and cracked the egg against the side of the griddle. She poured the egg onto the griddle, where it quickly bubbled and turned white.

"Look how easy this is, Tom," I said. "You should buy a griddle, or a George Foreman grill."

"It looks easy because Mom is cooking it," he replies. "If I'm doing it, it won't be easy."

"Come on," I say.

Then Tom told a story. "Mom taught me how to make poached eggs. You put oil in a pan, heat it, and then put in the egg. So I was doing it at home. I put the oil in the pan and heated it. It didn't seem to get hot -- there wasn't much smoke coming off of it. So I turned up the heat, and kept waiting. After about 20 seconds, the oil suddenly all turned black, and then the pot cracked."

I laughed and laughed. I translated into chinese for my mother, and she laughed and laughed. "How could this be?" she said.