MurderHobo.Club

Category: Administrative

Notes on running the site.

  • Intensions (SiC)

    My intentions for this blog were to write about the concept in Gaming known as Murder Hobos, the adventurers who lack moral fibre and motivation for their violent kill sprees. I was reminded of this the other day, when someone on a shadowrun podcast referred to their players as murderhobos. It reminded me of what I intended to write here,  what I wanted to examine. It was always partly my intent to chronicle my personal experiences, but I had also wanted to examine gamer culture.

    The big thing standing in the way of that, is that due to personality conflicts, I haven’t played Pathfinder, Shadowrun, or any other RPGs in ages. I have a few people who could become a great shadowrunning crew, if they were given enough the chance, but we have yet to have the time to seize that chance.

    Our previous shadowrun group handled some pretty rough material, including blood magic with the requisite human sacrifice, environmental terrorism, insurance fraud and involuntary urban renewal.

    I want to get back to that, especially now that I’ve got a place to write about it.

    Oh, right, I meant to talk about the tensions that I’m under. Well, if you’ve been a gamer who was part of a great group, you’ll understand the tension. If not, I’m not sure how to explain it.

  • Loading Order

    Just for future reference, when I’ve brought a vehicle to an event, the loading order is thus :

    1. People I brought with me.
    2. People I consider extended family
    3. Event staff and their cargo (Human or otherwise)
    4. Drunk Friends who couldn’t get home on their own
    5. Friends
    6. People going the same direction

    And it’s always good manners to chip in some gas money.

  • Publicity

    I’m experimenting with adding social media functionality. I don’t know if I’ll keep it or not. In theory, it makes it easy for people to pass along my thoughts to others. But I can’t help feeling like it’s begging for more eyes, and I’m not sure I like that. Well, no, I am sure, I dislike it. But it’s how the net works, so I should at least give it a shot before ripping out that functionality.

    Evolution is easier when you are able to yank out the parts you dislike and replace them. No need to wait for successive generations, just adaptation. That’s the real appeal of cyborgs. They are the epitome of instant gratification in personal improvement.

  • My audience.

    When I originally started this, I had an idea of who might read it, but no solid plans for how to reach any of them. I figured I’d focus on what I had to say first and worry about who I wanted to read it afterwards.

    However, as the internet is a strange mixture of ephemeral and everlasting, of fluid and static, and of random interconnections, I have to consider who else will read it and what impact that might have on my life.

    I know at least one of my coworkers knows of this place, as he helped me setting it up. Other coworkers know that I own the domain, but I don’t know that they’d go out of their way to read it. They might, they are a surprisingly great group. The other day for my birthday, they got me a cake and a card. As I’ve only been working there a short time, I was surprised that they’d go to the trouble. And I was touched that they had. I’d been a bit grumpy with a couple of them a few days before because of various customer related issues. It helped remind me of the importance of being part of a team, something that was lacking at my last few jobs.

    I posted to my Facebook that I was working on my blog and a few friends asked for the link. And then my mother asked for the link, I warned her that there will likely be things on here that she doesn’t need to know, but she decided she wanted it anyways. So far, I haven’t shared it with my grandmother, but I don’t doubt she’ll find it before long, she’s a sharp cookie.

    So, aside from friends and family, current coworkers and various others I currently know, there will also be people I don’t yet know. People who only learn about me through the words I’ve written here. In most cases, I suspect the words I write will create a much better first impression than bumping into me on the street or in a bar.

    Then again, I have to ask myself if it matters what impression I make. What matters most is that my words are taken seriously, not that people like the person writing them.

  • timestamps

    The dates on posts earlier than this are inaccurate at this time.