I started out playing a star wars dogfighting game, and just started using twitch to record my matches so I could analyze and improve my dogfighting.
Most watchers I ever got was 7.
Now, 2.5 years later, that game is dead (which sucks because it’s fucking awesome) and I play other stuff, and I have exactly one fan who sometimes shows up.
I have maybe twenty followers, but apparently only one of them still likes watching me.
And that one is plenty for me. I literally just like the fact that someone is watching me game.
My channel doesn’t include talking at all. All I do is play games. I do that because I’ve always wanted to see gameplay videos of games to see whether I’d like to play, and you can only find videos with some dude babbling constantly over it.
How hard is it to get into the phone game in terms of regulatory stuff? Like if I had the device designed and manufacturing ready to go, what legal hoops would I have to jump through to become a phone maker?
Is it a closed space? Can I enter it? Do I need to register with FTC or get other huge corps to cooperate with me or anything?
I rented a Corolla to driver Uber with. What I did for liking songs on spotify was memorize where I’d have to rest my hand in terms of landmarks outside the screen on the dash, so that just dropping my finger down would tap on the heart to like a song.
Wow, by now you must have quite a large collection of Guiness stuff. I wonder if your collection is the biggest collection of Guiness stuff in the world.
I’m in my 40s and have just recently achieved “having my own place” for the first time in my life, and it’s so incredible.
I love having a sanctuary, a place that I am guaranteed to be able to unwind.
For the first couple months after I moved in here, any time a door would slam in the building, I’d think “Oh darn they’re home”.
Because my whole life before this, alone time was something I got when whoever I was living with happened to be out. I therefore couldn’t control the alone time, and it could end without warning at any time. I’d be in my unwinding phase, recuperating from life and social contact, and then slam the front door would close and my mom, or my roommate, or whoever, would be home.
So now, my favorite part of the day is when my commute is over, and I open the door to my apartment, and it’s just so … mine. Like every aspect of the place is a reflection of a decision I made. I finally have a home.