Yes, it’s summer, a time for happiness and sunshine and–Oh my God, it’s a fucking shark! Okay, what it’s really time for is Shark Week on the Discovery Channel, by which I mean it’s time for Sharkrunners, area/code’s newest (not coincidentally totally shark themed) game. Sharkrunners lets you man a virtual shark exploration ship Oregon Trail-style, except that you’re tracking real-life sharks! Well, at least the shark data comes from real life. And every time you encounter a shark, there’s a chance a member of your crew will be eaten. I mean, “injured.” Yeah, right.
I’ll admit, it happens to be that the person I sleep six inches away from also happens to work for area/code–but lots of people love Sharkrunners. See? Of course, living with an area/code-r has its moments. Like when we were woken up at 9:15 on Sunday morning to the beep of a text message and I asked, “Is everything okay?” and Scott answered, “My team encountered a shark!” Typical.


Bonnie Ruberg is a sex, technology, and video games journalist who contributes regularly to publications like The Economist, Forbes, and The Village Voice. By day she's also a comparative literature PhD student at UC Berkeley, where she studies French, English, gender, sexuality, surrealism and perversion. You can reach her at [her first name and last name, all one big word] AT gmail DOT com.
July 31st, 2007 at 11:52 am
Frank suggests that you start looking for sex in Sharkrunners immediately.
July 31st, 2007 at 1:24 pm
Why am I not surprised :)?
Also, given some of the things we were seeing about shark mating on Shark Week the other night, I’m not sure I want to know. Something about dead whales as orgy breeding grounds…