If, by some chance, you haven't seen it, here is a story of how a game designer told a burger corp he wasn't happy with their actions.
I thought it was very amusing. Many others have bounced it around, so I didn't really need to comment. However, I did want it to get more exposure. So, seeing it hadn't made it to a news feed I frequent, I posted it, at 01:03AM this morning. The feed now carries the story. Ironically, like the subject of the story, I didn't get any credit.
Ok, my title was a little much ( Fuddruckers rustles web game, get's stear'd wrong ), but it was one o'clock in the bloody am. I felt a kind of slighted for a moment, then I read the commentary. These people have lost all sense of fun, I'm glad my moniker didn't get lumped in with it.
The criticism was that in response to increased traffic, this guy increased the traffic of the slaughter houses! This would be kind of trivial, really, were it not a good enough story that everyone, including an army of slashdotters, had to see.
In another strange twist, Fuddruckers responded by redirecting their entire sight to Google. Once again off setting their bandwidth consumption at the expense of someone else. While this is in effect, there is a little buger icon where the Google icon should be, if you follow the link; priceless.
I thought it was very amusing. Many others have bounced it around, so I didn't really need to comment. However, I did want it to get more exposure. So, seeing it hadn't made it to a news feed I frequent, I posted it, at 01:03AM this morning. The feed now carries the story. Ironically, like the subject of the story, I didn't get any credit.
Ok, my title was a little much ( Fuddruckers rustles web game, get's stear'd wrong ), but it was one o'clock in the bloody am. I felt a kind of slighted for a moment, then I read the commentary. These people have lost all sense of fun, I'm glad my moniker didn't get lumped in with it.
The criticism was that in response to increased traffic, this guy increased the traffic of the slaughter houses! This would be kind of trivial, really, were it not a good enough story that everyone, including an army of slashdotters, had to see.
In another strange twist, Fuddruckers responded by redirecting their entire sight to Google. Once again off setting their bandwidth consumption at the expense of someone else. While this is in effect, there is a little buger icon where the Google icon should be, if you follow the link; priceless.