That’s called bait, dammit! I know better. — Dr. Baird, on sushi.
A middle-class family might think it would be nice to have an in-ground swimming pool. A millionaire might think it would be nice to have a yacht. The billionaire, a private jet. Someone, somewhere might think it would be nice to have food to feed her family tonight. — http://www.salon.com/life/pinched/story/index.html?story=/news/pinched/2009/12/06/living_in_a_van
As of this instant, I shall no longer be playing FishVille or Cafe World. I’m leaving my fish to die, my food to rot, and I’m even blocking the games. I’m doing this for a few reasons:
Yes, that last one was sarcasm - but I am still going to play FarmVille from time to time. It’s a game that I could play every two hours or every four days, so I can play only when I have time to. FishVille and Cafe World just don’t bring me the joy that FarmVille does, either. I play FarmVille because it’s fun, but I play(ed) the others because they were there. Leveling up became a chore, and that’s never a good thing.
Now, where did I put my Nerf guns?
If you believe in telekinesis, raise my hand!