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Dear Media, Gamers =/= Killers.


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.




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?


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.


Sevenly: Do Good – National Autism Association


This week’s Sevenly cause supports the National Autism Association and will provide the parents of a child with Autism an emergency kit. This emergency kit includes door alarms for their home, an ID tag for the child, visual safety prompts to be displayed on doors and windows, and a family emergency plan.

The design for both sets of shirts is AWESOME, but it looks like this week I may grab a sweatshirt and ditch the extra lattes. If the mission or charity resonates with you, I highly encourage you to support both Sevenly and the cause and sacrifice a little to support them. Remember, you’ve got until next Monday to do so and once a design is gone.. it’s gone!

I’ve written about Sevenly before, but if you’d like to know more read their Mission statement.

ETA: I get no kickbacks from Sevenly and am in no way, shape or form an ambassador for them. I just really appreciate what they do and want to spread the word.

Why? Why Not?


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.

Dear April,


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,

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


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.

You Were Truly Magnificent.


Exactly a week ago I got the devastating news that a friend and old guildmate of mine fell asleep at the wheel and passed away in a car wreck. I’ve experienced death before but for some reason I took this one extremely hard. For one, I’d wondered how my dear friend was doing because I hadn’t seen him pop onto my RealID in months. Two, I’d gone to their vent a few days before I got the news and no one was around which was pretty normal, but it never hurt to try. Three, my friend was in his early 20s and I’ve never had anyone close to me pass away so young.

So here’s to you Magnifisince. Today your family and friends are laying your body to rest but your soul will always be with us. All the fun times we had jumping on our perch and making JC focusing lens stars in Dalaran, throwing pumpkins on each other and trash talking in vent. I’m truly honored to have known you and raid with you through Ulduar, ToC and some of ICC. Our crazy alt runs on the weekends, buying pies and from the dessert vendors, Dire Brew remotes before Kologarn and sending each other trash mail. Algalon, or “Owl-guh-lawn” as you said it in your Southern drawl, will never be the same again. Nor will re-buffing or buffing because you always said “boof” instead of buff and “ownt” instead of “owned”, which I always secretly giggled at.

I wish I’d had the chance to formally say goodbye and to have met you in real life but while your soul was here I thoroughly enjoyed you. Your soul, laugh, voice and light will be missed.

Rest In Peace, Kelly Sherman.

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