Actually I feel I should address this.
Because it’s storming out, I am waiting for the video to render, and I have a half a glass of orange juice.
One big thing I want you guys to realize is, that sometimes during the wind-down hour, we get tired. REAL tired. But we keep going because we want to at least get ‘some’ people in. Or maybe we’re having a stupid amount of fun even though we’re exhausted. I like to call it ‘sleep high’. When you’re tired, you slowly start to give less and less fucks, and as such, some things can be taken the wrong way and end up causing a negative reaction. See above.
Another thing you have to realize is that, during the previous stream as an example since it is the one that this confession wishes to address, we usually have Battlestar handle the calls, invitations, and terminations. Sadly, sir Bstar was not around last week. Russ took it upon himself to handle the calls like a fucking sir, and I applaud him for that. Because I sure as hell can’t handle tens of hundreds of people sending me messages like that nearly as well, and I’m glad I had someone to take care of it for me.
With that said, we aren’t perfect. We just aren’t. You can lose your respect for myself, him, or both of us if you wish, but just think about this: You try streaming live events for 7+ hours in the middle of the night, constantly on a talk cycle, trying to keep people happy, every fucking weekend, for almost a year straight with few breaks, and not accidentally cut some sandwiches in a triangle instead of halves.
Also this orange juice is fucking amazing.
Just some breakfast for thought, chaps.