[2021] Just joined the Community Development team

If he responds can you let me know? Asking for a friend.

this makes me feel all kinds of things. Strange things.

Dunno what’s going on but -

• Http://www.twitter.com/CCP_Fleebix

I’m a digital DJ if you’re asking whether I play vinyl, cd or digital. DJ’ing was my main-job for about 2 years, I ran clubnights in Reykjavik between 2011 and 2013, was a resident dj in a few clubs in Reykjavik, and a resident in a Rockabilly tiki-bar in Helsinki called Navy Jerry’s.
If you want to get into a vinyl vs digital debate I’ll be glad to, but only after about 6 beers.

Waifu or dakumakura; What one does in ones friends garage when he’s away for spring break is between himself and whatever spaghetti monster is watching through the grimey windows.

We also tell funny jokes on Twitch. Or at least I do.

I’m kinda enjoying running the gauntlet truth be told, and well I have been here for a while. First Fanfest I attended was 2011, first Fanfest I dj’d at was 2015. And if you have been chatting with someone on Twitch or under the Facebook page streaming in the last 6 months, odds are that was me.

Noted, I’ll poke the Russian department and see what’s going on.

Good question. I’m not a software developer. Think of me like ex-CCP Guard without the social skills, rapping skills, MMA skills and the swag.

It’s been an honor and a privilege.

I have no idea but I better find something to fix. Any suggestions?

Pssshaw! Puppyc*ck!
[bookmarks reply in case your right]
Hopefully all updates from here on will be perfect for everyone always and they’ll call it The Fleebix Effect and there will be a monument built of me in the middle of the Amarrian Honor Guard where capsuleers can go on pilgrimages. It will be called the Pax Fleebixiana, and it will be magnificent.

I did just buy an immense nerfgun called “ULTRA ONE”. Does that count?

Got it at Toys’R’Us over here. Haven’t even had a chance to use it as it was supposed to be a thing for stream but with all of us working from home it would be weird to shoot someones window with an automatic NERF gun.

I’m allergic to cats. Like, lungs-tighten-allergic to cats, so I stay away from them. But we have a dog, he’s a rescue and his name is Munson. We just had a kid and he’s a bit of a nervous boi so he’s staying with friends, but here’s a few pics.
He’s a chizer - a schnauzer/chihuahua mix.

Would a NERFgun then be a NERFNERF?

Like Moon Moon the wolf?

I’m trying very hard not to be offended that you guys honestly think that I would lie about having a conversation with a CCP employee, asking permission to tell people what her response was, and then doing it.

People have been permanently banned for less than that. Do you honestly think I would make that up?

Oh, and hi Fleebix.

I don’t think so. There are folks who are desperate to get attention from CCP Aurora, I suppose.

Yes, regular ole Brisc, doing his job, asking the Devs questions the players want and telling them what he’s allowed to. Nothing to see here but me doing my job.

Sorry, they apparently changed the name to “Kids Cool Shop” while keeping everything else the same. Same same but not the same really I guess.

Hi Brisc, howzit?

Hi Dictateur, our data protection officer is hard at work protecting data. Thanks for pinging me here, on reddit and for the chat on twitch o7

We all do our best.

Now you’re talking. I kind of wanted to write up a Moby Dick whale tale on the catch but haven’t had the time. Something like -

Call me Fleebix.
Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the Lower security part of New Eden. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly February in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time tozz get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Catiz Tash-Murkon throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all capsuleers in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.