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Archive for November, 2009
Mario Kart 64 IRL – Gamer in traffic
Nov 30th
I was driving the other day when I had a recurring thought come into my head. I’ve had conversations before about how useful Mario Kart would be in the driving world of today. I was driving in excess that day, a total of 3 hours, which is quite a lot for me. There are days when I don’t go outside of my home, literally, but that’s another story. As such, I had a great amount of time on my hands to think. My thoughts began to race as my car was set to cruise control. I began to think about things from the stresses of life to the most random ideas. My aimless pondering then came to a screeching halt as I hit traffic in the oddest time of day. It was at this time my Mario Kart mode booted up. More >
Real – life through the eyes a Velveteen Rabbit
Nov 17th
There once was a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy’s stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.
I don’t know how I came to regard this book with such a sense of wonder. Perhaps because I’m the type who doesn’t just read stories–I live them. Perhaps this one had just enough fiction in its reality, with a rabbit who is alive inside of his cotton-stuffed skin, and a decent sense of wonder himself, that I recognized a kindred soul on the pages. More >
The Language of Gamers – language of gaming permeating culture
Nov 16th
I once was taught that anything can be addicting if it gives you some amount of pleasure. Gaming is no exception. Whether it’s MMORPGs, RPGs, console games, or LARPing, each of them exposes players to a new world than the one they’ve been living. Suddenly, one more level doesn’t fulfill us, we count down the days to a new expansion, and it isn’t “just a game” anymore. Even our language goes through a weird metamorphosis.
I wasn’t always a gamer. Sure, I played some games here and there, but I wouldn’t have called myself a gamer until I met my husband. I’ll never forget the first time I heard him talking with his friends in gamer language. “Your rogue is a twink so you were able to pwn some noobs?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow. “It’s gamer talk,” he replied. “Oh…” More >
