Thoughts and Impressions

Dear Media, Gamers =/= Killers.

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As with any tragedy there are always questions of why, how and what and almost a week after the deadly theater shooting in Colorado the media is still looking for a motive. Inadequate gun laws, bad parenting, bad theater security have all been thrown into the mix and naturally violent video games get thrown on top of it all.

Pat Brown was on CNN last week and threw this little match stick on top:

He’s probably prepared for this for a long time, just obsessing over it, gathering his weapons. [He] probably spent a lot of time in his apartment, playing one video game after the other—shooting, shooting, shooting—building up his courage and building up the excitement of when it’s going to be real for him. And it’s made his day.

This has been something he has really been into. And now we’re going to find, probably on [Facebook] or anybody who knows him will say, ‘Yeah, he did have a lot of interest in that. He was always playing the video games. And I’m not saying video games make you a killer. But if you’re a psychopath, video games help you get in the mode to do the killing.

really.

Really.

M’FING REALLY?!?!

Can we stop this madness already?

In this day and age almost everyone has their flava’ of gaming. Whether you’re tending fake crops in Farmville, getting the shit scared out of you in Amnesia, or dancing and getting your heart rate up while playing Just Dance on your Xbox. Social gaming and video games are being played by almost er’body and are readily available. You’ve got models, Grandmas and a plethora of athletes and such that indulge in them.

So why is gaming still being used as a scapegoat these days? This and other stereotypes about gamers and gaming in general kept me from sharing my interest with close friends and family. Most still don’t see the reasoning behind why I enjoy it. But I do. My glitter may be your pile of shit but it will more than likely never lead me to taking someone’s life. So my message to the media and all of the other so called experts out there that are probably closet gaming or have gamers in your family?


I’XNAY ON THE GAMER HATE

Because in all honesty, if you were an expert and truly knew gamer culture (whatever that means) you’d see that almost every game has a pretty close knit community behind it. We all get excited about new expansion releases, talk almost daily via Twitter and other social media, support and enjoy the living hell out of each other.

But then again, you’d never cover that. Too positive.

(Morons.)

Why? Why Not?

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I’d been sitting on this post all week and considering the events on the interwebs as of late, it felt appropriate to get it semi-polished and published.

“You can have everything in life that you want if you will just help other people get what they want.” -Zig Ziglar

Let’s face it. We’re in this together. Most of us blog, podcast, do commissions, tweet and mumble chat each other because we enjoy each other. Zero motivation behind it other than that. And even when we have our disagreements about both serious and petty subject matter we quickly get over it.

Now there are some of us, myself included, that want to take our internet presence to get jobs or become internet famous. That’s fine too. But in our small community we’ve also got to remember to help and encourage each other. We often get discouraged, overwhelmed and bogged down with real life and real life commitments. Lift each other up with a kind word, link each other on blogs, comment on each other’s blogs, cross post on Youtube.

Kevin Smith says this the best. Watch.

Now my goal in my “Why Not” life is to gain the support from people that I surround myself with authentically. I’d rather have 10 people rather than 10,000 people to spread the word about who I am and what I do. I find no purpose in having a army doing my dirty work and promotion. I want to help the people that help me achieve their goals and dreams no matter how big or small they are. Quality before quantity always.

Clark Kent by Day, Superdork by Night

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The interwebs is a funny place sometimes. We interact with each other through various mediums, whether it be on Facebook, our favorite MMO or social game, etc. It seems as though we’re constantly plugged into something terrestrial or otherwise. Granted, on the internet its a lot easier to hide behind your avatar and create your own world leaving details out wherever appropriate. Take this interaction between a Twitter follower as well as a RealID friend:

Read from the bottom up. Derp.

We’ve ran dungeons together, goofed off on RealID together and tweeted back and forth for about six months or so. How did he miss this detail about lil’ ole me? Better yet, why does everyone associate someone that plays video games as a slovenly, idle, pale, mouth breathing slob? Yes, those types are definitely out there, but with the emergence of social gaming and mainstreaming of games like Warcraft, more people have assess to them. Which probably means that your Grandma may be out there pwnin noobs and taking down raid bosses and you’d be totally oblivious to it.

So who is your gamer ego? Mine? Personal Trainer by day, fire throwing Mage by Warcraft.

Dear April,

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March wasn’t too fun at all. If it wasn’t the unexpected death of a close WoW friend, an offline friend lost both his Mother and Father within days of each other. Then you threw me the curveball of my Father’s paranoia getting the best of him and throwing a wrench in life at home. Friends on Twitter began to bicker and disagree and that world even became a ball of chaos. Finally, some jerk rear ended my parked car and just last week someone broke into it and stole my wallet. I got distracted, discouraged and went into my own little world hoping for some answers as to what the hell is going on.

But you know what? I’m not going to be scared, put things on hold and cutting myself off from my friends. Whoever the hell blasted me in the face with this negative energy needs to seriously move the fuck back. This month will be better. And if it’s not I’m going to see the positive in things like I was before this whole month log daisy chain of crap began.

Plus dudes, I got a new car!

Keepin’ it positive,
Alyssa/Fay

“I don’t want them to think I’m some crazy person…”

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Those were the words out of my Pop’s mouth earlier this week as he was in the middle of a break down. Last week was a challegne for all of us as my Pops started experiencing a very extreme case of anxiety and paranoia, mostly brought about by not taking his meds and lack of sleep. Honestly we all lacked in the sleep area last week because he’d be up every hour complaining that the neighbors were trying to keep him awake all night by shining lights in the window of the guest room we put him in. If it wasn’t that it was a lady or a man, of which he could never give a description of, following him around town preventing him from doing errands.

Everything finally came to a head yesterday when he came into the office as I was playing Minecraft and was clearly upset about something. Apparently at about 4am he’d run into my brother’s room complaining about something or other, pupils dialated and very frantic. This also happened to be a Friday in which my Pops gets to pick up Mellany from school to bring her home and help out with her homework. Behind his back, my brother did the right thing and made arrangements to have Mellany picked up by one of her other Aunts. I came home right as he got the news I guess and hecomes upstairs and is very anxious and tells me that he felt back stabbed and unimportant and that he was going to leave the house and go “some place away from these people” and breaks down crying and pacing in the room. Now, in my 32 years I’ve never, EVER seen my Pops cry muchless show emotion other than a smile or a chuckle here or there so I knew I had to take some action.

I advised him to grab some Melatonin from the health food store down the street and made sure he was gone to go into his stuff to find out his Doc’s info from his meds. Couldn’t find it. He’d more than likely thrown the bottles away so I really hoped the sleep brought about by the supplement would help or we’d be fucked. Around 8pm last night he took his dose and was in bed not long after. He woke up at 10am this morning and seemed A LOT better, thank the Old Gods. He also made arrangements to see his Doc for Monday.

I really hope my Pops gets well though. December 8, 2008 was the most frantic and difficult day of my life and I don’t want to see him like that ever again. My Pops and I don’t really get along or talk much but I can’t imagine life without him. I also really hope that both my Mom and Bro will stop getting so fucking angry with my Pops when he’s like this and realize that he’s off in Lala-land and just needs someone to help him come back to this side of the door.

Sorry for the brain dump. I needed to.

B is for Balance

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And I ain’t talkin’ about no wrath spammin’ Druids, either.

About a month ago, I’d been finding it extremely difficult to pull myself away from gaming. I was literally coming home from work and logging in and playing until my eyes got droopy and it was time to go to bed. Bedtime also was beginning to get later and later, which for me hinders my work as I’m up extremely early in the morning. There always seemed like something that needed to be done in game. Farming to make gold, LFR to get loot for the Fay-family, PvP to pwn newbs, old school runs for transmog gear.

Other than WoW or random games in general, I was doing nothing except going to Game Nights here and there. A few things began popping up and it was like a gift from The Old Gods. Some of my real ID friends were starting to get on mah nerves somethin’ fierce. There were days I’d log and literally get a barrage of RealID whispers before I could even spawn. What was relaxing was becoming a Dr. Phil session instead of “me” time! If it wasn’t, “oh hay, can you help me really quick with…” it was, “can I borrow some of…” or just wanting advice about random stuff. I’m not opposed to helping anyone out but sometimes it gets to be a lot especially when they same people won’t talk to you for days or weeks on end and expect you to drop everything at the drop of a dime to do some lame task that I wouldn’t get a thank you for nevermind a bit of reciprocation.

I knew I had to change the cycle and balance out work, play (which includes gaming and blogging) and friends and fast. So I made a list of things that I’d been putting off or sweeping to the side.
I have a pile of books that I’ve been itching to read for the longest as well as a list of “to reads.” So I finally said fuck it and went to Barnes and Noble and picked them up. It was a small kick to my budget but it felt really good to treat myself to them.

From there I did the same for movies and friends and set out on a little mission to get my little buns off and away from the computer and on the way to finding my offline chi.

I then posted an ad on Facebook for a few buddies to see some movies that were coming out..

That ad? FACEBOOK GOLD. I got an almost overwhelming response from my friends that I wasn’t anticipating at all. I’d usually just avoid going altogether because I can’t stand going to the movies on my own. Being that person chillin’ watching a movie alone isn’t my idea of a fun time.

I also started, setting an alarm (lol @parental controls) for tasks/reminder warnings of things that need to be done around the house and I trying to keep WordPress or my notepad near me instead of shoving them into the back of my head only to forget about them. Also, avoiding games with chat clients in them so that I don’t get sucked into doing things that a) I don’t feel like doing b)I don’t need to be doing and c) involve losing personal time for.

Disclaimer: I don’t intend for this to be an A to Z. It’s just sort of happening that way. Organic n shizz

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