threevue’s reign of terror

I forgot to mention this last week, when it would have been even remotely relevant, but some of you may know that Threevue.com’s Tyler recently attended a couple of video game blog reader meet-ups. I went to the Kotaku meet-up at the Golden Gopher downtown (which was pretty swank), and Tyler seemed to be on his best behavior then because my prying eyes were there, you know… prying.

However, later on in the week he attended the Joystiq meet-up, and apparently forgot to pack some manners.

Here he is, accosting some young man in the blogging biz. It appears as if that young man is searching for something on his iPhone. Maybe directions on how to procure a restraining order?

"You WILL type faster on that lifestyle phone. And you will LIKE it."

Look, I’m not going to sit here and point fingers, unlike some people (see above). I think what we can ALL agree on, is how, despite the fact that Threevue is a general disgrace to the V-U-E name, they sure do know how to grow a mustache.

Sun God 2009: The Pillowfight to End All Pillowfights

 

12: 55-1:30: Theory of Funkativity

Let’s get this party started! Upon procuring copious amounts of alcohol, from the general store, and feasting upon local fare in the form of sub-par fish tacos, Danielle and I returned to the batcave to commence the ritual of noon-day drinking. Beginning with badly made mojitos, nuts n’ berries, we had an impromptu fashion show, and waited for Kim to arrive.

 

1:45-2:45: The Cool Kids

Upon Kim’s arrival we continued the drinking ala mobile sprite bottle which we replaced with a concoction of vodka and seltzer water. Having disposed of unwanted rotten fruit (not a euphemism), we made our way to the bus stop near the apartment in an attempt to get to campus. The “party bus” arrived momentarily and we proceeded to finish our flask. We knew we were on the “party bus” if only because there was a sign that said “party bus”; a sign that was written with a Bic pen and then unceremoniously taped to the outside of the bus with cello tape. This was in direct contradiction to the signs equally unceremonious in their distribution that stipulated “no alcohol on the bus.” What’s a girl to think?