Facebook’s Most Engaging Pages
Name Fans Interactions
1. Jesus Daily 6,029,225 1,632,131
2. Justin Bieber 30,140,809 1,023,869
3. The Bible 7,671,321 909,359
4. Lady Gaga 38,768,408 890,318
Via AllFacebook.com
I was going to post this without any editorial remarks…. I can not resist pointing out that Lady Gaga has more fans than Jesus, but Jesus fans’ talk more.
When I picked up my first ZipCar, a couple weeks ago, I went out to the parking spot in Newark, and swiped my card over the car’s windshield. The doors unlocked, I got in and pressed the go button (Priuses are too modern for a key ignition), plugged my phone in to listen to Pandora through the car’s speakers, and then I drove off.
I should apologize to the drivers of New Jersey here. If you saw someone shouting “I’m driving in the future!” over and over, that was me.
I picked up another ZipCar car at Alewife to drive out to Eric’s in Boxboro. The non-futuristic part of this is that each time I have to find my way to a new car, and I don’t have the world’s greatest navigational sense. I had no idea just how many parking decks there are at Montclair State, or how many bike lockups there are at Alewife Station.
So I picked up the car, after a scenic tour of the Alewife parking areas, and started out towards Eric’s. I may have a bit of automobile anxiety, and I was hoping to keep that from Harold for as long as possible, but finally I had to ask if he thought the car was wicked loud too. He did.
It sounded a bit like a standard in the wrong gear, and it was having some trouble accelorating, but my highly scientific tests (translation: noticing that there was no clutch) proved it was an automatic. That was inexplicably in first gear.
I was about to pull over and cry, when I realized that apparently Mazdas have a wacky optional manual thingy sport shift. Just like Eric promised me about ten years ago, someday I’ll be glad I learned to drive stick.
When I put my hand on the console, I could feel when to shift gears. And then I was Kaylee on Serenity, I was Geordi LaForge in engineering, I suddenly got why manual-transmission freaks are so in love with their cars. It’s entirely possibly that I was shrieking delightedly when I got up to speed.
I should apologize to the drivers of Massachusetts here. If you saw someone changing gears and squealing “Upshifting! Downshifting! I’m awesome!” that was me.
Duke Nukem Forever dev 2K Games has severed their long-time working relationship with PR firm The Redner Group after the firm threatened to blacklist journalists who gave the game negative scores.
Clearly unimpressed with some of the comments about Duke’s latest outing, The Redner Group founder Jim Redner posted on Twitter earlier today, “Too many went too far with their reviews…we are reviewing who gets games next time and who doesn’t based on today’s venom.”
Via Duke Nukem Forever dev drops PR firm following threats to games journalists
But if you’re not providing review copies to people who made fun of Duke Nukem Forever’s release date, are any games journos at all eligible for a review copy?
More pictures!
Getting coffee at Harvard Square.
New England is home to me in a lot of ways, even though I love living in New York and going to LA. It felt good to be back in Boston for a weekend, walking down to Copley Square one morning, to a New England farmer’s market in the shadow of Trinity Church. A collection of stalls offers pies and herb seedlings. Cider donuts and goat cheese, piles of produce slightly smaller, more mottled and with deeper colors than their supermarket counterparts.
I stopped to buy raspberries and donuts, but my black linen sundress didn’t have any pockets for carrying cash. I dug my embroidered black wallet out of my black leather shoulder bag, and apologized for only having twenties.
I’ve never felt more like a New Yorker.
My mom: How’s work going, Meg?
Meg: Space travel completely redefined interplanetary trade today.
My mom: Um… Would you like some dinner?
The sharp contrast between the all-out promotion of AAA titles at E3 and the laid-back schoolyard of IndieCade was particularly evident at Twistianapolis 500. Twistianapolis relies on a homemade, souped-up Twister board, a recording calling out body parts and colors, and six players who don’t mind twisting, turning, balancing and thinking fast to get to the finish.
Via Twistianapolis 500 at IndieCade | The Indie Game Magazine
