A little background: As I mentioned before, I've been working on this B-Game project called Wrath of the Transperator with some folks from the IMD (and one talented Business School student). A large part of our job has been in keeping active on the TIG forums, you know, for PR reasons... so a few days ago I posted a song I made, "Boss Fight", as a taste of what the game would bring.
Yesterday, I logged into the forums, just to see how things were going, and saw this.
You might miss it at first... right in the middle of page two. Is that....? No..... is that.... really....?
Yes, it is.
My Mom posted to TIGForums, where people go to tell us how FUCKINAUSOME things are. The reference to "Mimi" lets me know it's not some weird practical joke.
And she said she loved me, very much. Wow.
There are only two ways to deal with random Mom PDA when you're over 11. I tried Option A out when, half my life ago, my mom came into my middle school cafeteria to give me my lunch, which I had forgotten at home. The sight of my Mom carrying a brown bag with a turkey sandwich and a custard-style yogurt into the inner sanctum of my social life caused me to turn bright red and duck under the table.
I can't let these people know I have a Mom! Then they'll realize that I was a baby once, and from there it barely takes any guesswork to know that I used to... you know....
Oh my god all my friends are imagining me pooping my pants RIGHT NOW.
And so on, and so forth, until my Mom, embarrassed that someone would recognize her as a relative of the kid cowering under the table, finally had the sense to drop off the sandwich and leave.
Now Option A is perfectly rational in its way. I do not want the good people at TIGForums to think that I'm a pants pooper. I want them to think that I'm an Adult. An adult who makes semi-ironic video game music and plots for games about Invisible Monsters.
But Option B... it's just easier on the nerves. Game Designers, embrace your Mothers. They "may not understand it very well", but they mean you nothing but good will and turkey sandwiches.
Love you too, Mom. And Dad. And Mimi. You guys are the best.