Kal Ort Por

So it has come to my attention via some user submitted comments on the blog (that I will not post/get into, because I have no desire to drag such things out into the light) that I may have under estimated how my actions years ago affected those unlucky enough to have dealt with me.

This specific individual has every right to hold a grudge against me, its the fact that said person still holds this grudge (and by the flavor of the comments, it has some staying power) that really gets to me. Sure, this was probably four to five years ago but time doesn’t necessarily heal all wounds. I was immature, I was an ass, and I played just as many back door gossip games as any of the people I spoke ill of.
Before Dan and I each had our own falling out incidents with this person he/she was probably one of a handful of the biggest supporters of The PRC. Hell, to be honest without this persons dedication and help the site could have easily been nothing more than another .com community startup.

I’m sorry if I’m rambling, I just really wanted to apologize for my behavior.

Caught this over at Slate, definitely worth reading through.

As you’d probably expect from the reputation of the series, Grand Theft Auto IV includes—let’s quickly consult the label—blood, intense violence, partial nudity, strong language, strong sexual content, and use of drugs and alcohol. Yes, concerned teenage boys of America, if your parents are irresponsible enough to let you get your hands on this, you can still kill and maim and plunder and screw until your heart is full. But there’s a difference this time: The violence is no longer cartoonish. Shoot an innocent bystander, and you see his face contort in agony. He’ll clutch at the wound and begin to stagger away, desperately seeking safety. After just scratching the surface of the game—I played for part of a day; it could take 60 hours to complete the whole thing—I felt unnerved. What makes Grand Theft Auto IV so compelling is that, unlike so many video games, it made me reflect on all of the disturbing things I had done.

Read more at Slate