I'm the hardest-working lazy procrastinator in a six-block radius, and that's saying something in Georgia...
I don't know why I got involved with Sponsors vs. Freeloaders, and I must have been crazy when I shot my mouth off about The Sponsorhood, but darnit, somebody's got to set an example for the younger generation. Seeing as how that's apparently me, I despair for the future of the human race.
I also apparently love the sound of my own keyboard. Windbag.
Well, let's face it. RvB is the only commercially-successful machinima series ever produced. Since you actually had the audacity to make money off of being an artiste, your work must be automatically denigrated by the ingrained snobbery inherent in any "academic" critique. (Otherwise, the critic loses -X Tenure Points and must start over as a running-dog imperialist lackey of the unenlightened bourgeoisie. Or whatever it is that the brainless liberals brand those outside their particular ivory towers nowadays.)
On another note, I still need a job. I'm perfectly willing to sell out, even if it means being sniffed at by academics who love the smell of their own farts.
