Author's note: This is crossposted from my G+ account and in no way shape or form is a classic of western literature:
A) Yes, it is Nintendo's "right" to pathetically attempt to generate
capital in the most asinine way possible - thereby alienating a bunch of
their fans, decreasing the quality, if not the quantity (yet) of free
advertising from basement dwelling neckbeards who live and breath their
games. It probably won't work and it absolutely makes it clear how much
deep shit the company is really in - but yeah, they have the right.
B
) Oddly enough, I also have the "right" to call them "desperate, greedy
corporate shitstains" and suggest this strategy will "never work in a
million fucking years".
C) Wait, it gets better - YOU shockingly
have the right to DISAGREE WITH ME and wait for it - this doesn't have
to mean we start an internet holy war over it! WHO KNEW?!
Finally
of course D) I can "sekretly" think you're a corp-sucking sycophant who
probably thinks he's maintaining a long term sexual relationship with
Wario on the Astral realm... but I won't actually SAY that, I promise.
- nina
Season of the Witch
A Collection of Personal Writings by Nina Illingworth
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
To Whom It May Concern: An Important Life Update
So, I've been thinking about doing this for a while to
be honest with you guys - those of you who follow me on Facebook will
know that I've already started the process of separating from my digital
persona over there. I want to say however that this decision did not
come easily - I cherish a great many of you as real, actual friends;
which is a thing I would not have thought possible a decade ago. Twitter
in particular is the home of a great number of people I would gladly
die to protect if the situation ever came up - and to the little kid
trolling forums in 1996, that seems impossible.
The truth is however, that I have to do this - my survival and actualization as a person depends on it. I have spent my entire life helping those in need around me and after almost 38 years on this Earth I have come to realize that there will never *not* be someone in need of my services. For whatever reason, *I* am the person in the room everyone turns and asks "what next?" whenever the shit hits the fan. I don't say this to boast, it's actually quite a lonely arrangement to tell you the truth. I am somehow alone in a crowd, with a crowded alone - if you know me well enough, that won't be hard to understand.
However, the time has come to end this arrangement. If you've been paying attention to my social media feeds, you know that I'm in a pretty bad place right now. I haven't discussed the reasons why and to be frank, I won't do so here today either. It's private and it's never a good idea to tell the world you're actually crazy - it precludes the possibility of rejoining said world some day, and I like to keep my options open. If I'm being honest, I should state that I am the struggle of my life and it may well be for my life when all is said and done. For that struggle, I shall need every single ounce of energy in my being...
Do you understand what I'm saying? Dear friends, I have no desire to abandon you but I simply cannot stop caring about you all - your hopes, your dreams, your sadness, your pain. I care so deeply about you all that when you come to me for help, I cannot but assist you with every fiber of my being. Yet, there is simply not enough of me to accomplish both goals - I cannot bring my mind to bear against the troubles I'm facing and still devote my existence to helping those I love and cherish when they are in need - which is apparently, pretty much all the time. I can swallow no more pain; no matter how desperately it is needed of me, because I'm too busy eating my own.
All around me I see people I grew up with - they're succeeding, and doing so with far less ability than God has granted to me. I know, deep down inside I was meant for more than this - maybe that's ego, or maybe denying it for so long has been a way to hide my head in the sand from the truth. I suppose history will write the answer, or write nothing at all if I don't escape this cycle. Please believe me dear friends - if I don't leave now, I will be dead before too long. I must focus my energy on fixing my mind, my soul and my life now or I guarantee you there will be no nina to help you in the future.
To this end - I will not be visiting any of my social media accounts anytime soon. I don't know when I'll be back but assuming I do in fact manage to get myself in order - I will be back. Do as you will with that information - it is my hope that you understand and forgive me but I have no right or desire to ask such of you.
So long - and thanks for the fish.
- nina
PS - I'm not leaving work as of yet, so if you follow this account professionally, please disregard - you have my email, contact me that way.
The truth is however, that I have to do this - my survival and actualization as a person depends on it. I have spent my entire life helping those in need around me and after almost 38 years on this Earth I have come to realize that there will never *not* be someone in need of my services. For whatever reason, *I* am the person in the room everyone turns and asks "what next?" whenever the shit hits the fan. I don't say this to boast, it's actually quite a lonely arrangement to tell you the truth. I am somehow alone in a crowd, with a crowded alone - if you know me well enough, that won't be hard to understand.
However, the time has come to end this arrangement. If you've been paying attention to my social media feeds, you know that I'm in a pretty bad place right now. I haven't discussed the reasons why and to be frank, I won't do so here today either. It's private and it's never a good idea to tell the world you're actually crazy - it precludes the possibility of rejoining said world some day, and I like to keep my options open. If I'm being honest, I should state that I am the struggle of my life and it may well be for my life when all is said and done. For that struggle, I shall need every single ounce of energy in my being...
Do you understand what I'm saying? Dear friends, I have no desire to abandon you but I simply cannot stop caring about you all - your hopes, your dreams, your sadness, your pain. I care so deeply about you all that when you come to me for help, I cannot but assist you with every fiber of my being. Yet, there is simply not enough of me to accomplish both goals - I cannot bring my mind to bear against the troubles I'm facing and still devote my existence to helping those I love and cherish when they are in need - which is apparently, pretty much all the time. I can swallow no more pain; no matter how desperately it is needed of me, because I'm too busy eating my own.
All around me I see people I grew up with - they're succeeding, and doing so with far less ability than God has granted to me. I know, deep down inside I was meant for more than this - maybe that's ego, or maybe denying it for so long has been a way to hide my head in the sand from the truth. I suppose history will write the answer, or write nothing at all if I don't escape this cycle. Please believe me dear friends - if I don't leave now, I will be dead before too long. I must focus my energy on fixing my mind, my soul and my life now or I guarantee you there will be no nina to help you in the future.
To this end - I will not be visiting any of my social media accounts anytime soon. I don't know when I'll be back but assuming I do in fact manage to get myself in order - I will be back. Do as you will with that information - it is my hope that you understand and forgive me but I have no right or desire to ask such of you.
So long - and thanks for the fish.
- nina
PS - I'm not leaving work as of yet, so if you follow this account professionally, please disregard - you have my email, contact me that way.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A Fork in the Road
Author's Note: This piece has been reprinted from the Hairy Tarantula Comics and Games website and originally appeared there on November 6th, 2013. In light of the recent controversy running through the nerd community over video games (sorta), I thought it might be appropriate to share again here. The piece also happens to be one of the most personal creations I have ever sold to anyone and absolutely nothing about my opinion has changed since I wrote it. This work has been printed here now with full permission from the Hairy Tarantula Comics and Games (whom I sold it to):
To be completely honest with you, I should start by saying that I don’t know who you are. Sure, there was a time when I could safely assume that anyone reading this was a Caucasian, heterosexual male, somewhere between the ages of thirteen and forty years old. You’d also likely be an atheist, although you might be Christian or Jewish; if so, you won’t discuss it much. I could have guessed that you worked in the tech industry or perhaps the sciences. Indeed for much of the past thirty years I probably could go so far as to pick out your favorite movie (Star Wars), your favorite TV show (Doctor Who), your sense of fashion (printed T-shirts and ill-fitting casual slacks) and even what you’d be doing on a Saturday night (playing Dungeons and Dragons if you’re my age, playing World of Warcraft online if you’re a few years younger). Whether you were a nerd, a dweeb, a geek, a dork, a gamer or just the lonely kid who never quite seemed to fit in anywhere until he joined the chess club, it was pretty easy to identify you (and me) amongst a crowd of so-called “normal” people. This uniformity then combined with a sense of marginalization and alienation to bind us together and create a true feeling of unity and brotherhood amongst our fellow nerds. We may have been on the outside of mainstream culture, but sharing a community with other outcasts allowed us to stop caring about a society that had rejected us. Instead of “looking in” we started to “tune out” this culture and focus on making our own, beautiful mark on the world around us.
The question of exactly why the nerd subculture would proceed to dominate and indeed eventually assimilate mainstream culture in the western world is significantly beyond the scope of this essay. I would however suggest simply that as a group, nerds are smart, technologically savvy and creative; they’re also absurdly focused and determined enough to see their ideas become a reality even in the face of mainstream opposition. It would be easy to suggest the rise of the computer caused the rise of the nerd but that would be to ignore our contributions to fields like art, journalism, movies, television, fashion, and perhaps less positively the financial industry or government. In truth there was no one real breakthrough moment in the rise of nerd culture and if the struggle for acceptance could be deemed a “war”, it was a conflict won through education and peaceful nonconformity. As the smoke cleared, we looked around and saw a world where it was truly and finally “hip to be square” and there was indeed much rejoicing. In light of this (admittedly brief) history lesson, perhaps what would happen next was entirely predictable.
The problem of course started after nerd culture had completely
dominated mainstream culture. Suddenly, people from all walks of life
were gravitating towards computers, gaming, anime, comic books and a
never-ending host of other subcultures we had previously defined as
“nerdy”. In a different historical context, this might have been another
unifying moment but unfortunately as it happened the result has been to
tear us apart. The very qualities that had served to nurture nerd
culture now turned into barriers with which we attempted to keep out
“those who don’t belong”. Our fierce independence became elitism and
cliquish behavior. Or vast intelligence quickly turned towards how to
protect our special community from outsiders who would ruin what we had
built. Our sense of isolation and alienation was replaced by arrogance
that allowed many of us to claim protection for and dominion over a
culture that we neither created alone, nor had permission to speak for.
Perhaps most horrifying of all however was the way that our prior
uniformity turned into the new profile for who was and wasn’t a “real”
member of the nerd subculture. One by one, we erected barricades and
stereotypes based on gender, race, religion and sexual orientation while
simultaneously fracturing existing nerd culture into smaller subgroups
in a foolish quest to identify “real nerds”. This unfortunate fracturing
brings us to today, when nerd culture is beset on all sides by social
conflicts that on the surface appear unrelated, but are all ultimately
part of the second great struggle that will come to define, or destroy
it. For the sake of simplicity, I’m going to assume that if you’re
reading this you probably have a vested interest in helping to define,
rather than destroy said culture. I’m also going to assume that there is
nothing inherently evil or even amoral about nerd culture; as a social
group I believe that nerds are generally warm and friendly to outsiders
so long as we do not feel threatened or surrounded. Rather, I believe
that many of us have simply lost our way and forgotten the feelings of
isolation and alienation that drew us together in the first place. If I
assume these things are true, the obvious question then becomes: “what
can we as nerds do to help bring our culture back to its roots of peace,
tolerance and acceptance?”Well, for starters we can stop assuming that every single complaint about our culture is “politically correct nonsense”, “special needs claptrap” or “feminist whining”. We can start listening, reading and using our own judgment to understand these complaints and weigh them on a case by case basis like the rational, intelligent people we’re supposed to be. In fact I’d go one step further and suggest that we can stop assuming every single complaint is an attack on nerd culture as a whole; I stopped reading Penny Arcade years ago because it wasn’t funny anymore, so I feel no need to defend its creators now when they say incredibly stupid things into a microphone. When we were a marginalized minority in a society that scorned us, blindly banding together for mutual protection was logical and even noble. Now that nerds are the dominant culture however, this behavior reeks of entitlement, conformity and bullying; the very qualities we openly despised not so long ago. I’m reminded of a quote from a classic nerdy movie (Starship Troopers) in which a war veteran who is now a teacher refuses to advise one of the main characters to join the space army. He says “Figuring things out for your self is practically the only freedom anyone really has nowadays. Use that freedom”. My question to you then becomes “are you using that freedom?”
Of course, once we exercise our freedom to make up our own minds, we might start to realize that there really is a problem here in paradise. With open eyes we might start to see these issues for what they really are; racism, sexism, groupthink, oppression, misdirected anger and bullying in all of their hideous glories. We might also have to come face to face with how our own individual actions have helped to support and contribute to the nightmarish scenario we are faced with today. Finally, we might realize that every single day these actions and attitudes are coloring the opinions of people towards our culture worldwide. The media isn’t interested in stories about nerds coming together in peace and harmony, but they sure as heck will jump all over a story about a popular science fiction writer who actively campaigns against gay marriage now won’t they? Nobody wants to hear about the thousands of polite, normal people who play Call of Duty, but if one nutcase goes out and beats up a thirteen year old or worse, engages in a shooting; how quick is the media to jump all over the “violent video games” issue nerds so know and detest? Profiling a serial killer? Why of course he played Dungeons and Dragons and other mysterious “role-playing games!” Frankly, the list goes on and on and if you’re reading this you don’t need me to provide infinite examples; a curious world is now openly examining our culture in the media and frankly they don’t always like what they see. If I’m being honest with you, neither do I and deep down inside, I’d guess you aren’t fond of the view either. In short, once you’ve examined the issues and made up your mind, you can then recognize that there is a problem.
Unfortunately, simply acknowledging and understanding the problem in our community is not enough. In order to steer nerd culture back towards openness and tolerance it will be necessary to actively create change in the communities around us. Of course, the truth is that change starts internally, with each of us as individuals. As Mahatma Gandhi once said, “be the change you wish to see in the world” and while his words may have been eloquent, the basis of his message was quite simple. In order to bring tolerance and acceptance back into our culture, we personally must become tolerant and acceptant. In order to share our ideas amongst a community of equals, we must personally learn to listen to others and treat them as equals. Every journey begins with a single step and the easiest first step we can take in our own lives is to examine our own thoughts, ideas and behavior in a critical light. We can recognize our faults and rather than defending or punishing ourselves we can actively seek to eradicate elitism, bigotry and bullying in our own thoughts and behaviors. A better community starts with better people and woe is the beast who can’t escape the past when it becomes swept up in the tide of history. You can either start with the woman in the mirror and solve the problem, or you can blunder along without realizing you are part of the problem; what you cannot do is pretend it doesn’t concern you. Ignorance and fear are simply no longer reasonable options if we hope to preserve what makes nerd culture so special to begin with.
Naturally there are those who for any number of reasons will continue to choose elitism, bigotry and bullying in a futile quest to protect this culture. Some will do so out of isolation, fear and alienation. Others, because of a genuine sense of superiority and entitlement; the idea that intelligent people have a right to exploit the stupid is by no means alien to nerd culture. Finally of course there will be those who simply stumble along from moment to moment, firmly certain that their ideas, attitudes and behavior are all completely acceptable because nobody in their social groupings seems to think any different. Many of these individuals will be quite educated, articulate and vocal about their opposition to anything they perceive as an attempt to invade, standardize or otherwise modify nerd culture. As a result these individuals will continue to fascinate the media; thereby drawing scrutiny and criticism from anyone enlightened enough to recognize fear and hatred when they see it. The second step then becomes actively speaking up about and taking actions to prevent others from poisoning our shared community with intolerance. We must actively work to make our games, meeting places, social media sites and especially interactions with the public at large open, welcoming and most importantly respectful. When our fellow gamers, geeks and nerds violate these concepts, we are morally and intellectually obliged to refute them, to call them out and point out their intolerance. It is not enough to merely eradicate our own ignorance, poor habits and self-entitled attitudes; we must defend those who would be persecuted, educate those who would learn and ostracize those who refuse to change. Absolutely none of these things are possible without everyday nerds like you and me, actively speaking up in the face of intolerance and oppression.
Frankly, I know what you’re probably thinking. Right now, you’re probably wondering how anything I’ve written here today matters in the long term. You’re openly questioning the ability of one person to change a culture that by my own admission now actively dominates the western world. I will of course concede that these are fair points, but before you tune me out and forget that you’ve ever laid eyes on this article, please allow me to return to the history of nerd culture for a moment. One of the most fascinating and indeed inspiring aspects of our collective community is that with relatively few exceptions it was created by nerds, for nerds and with very little help from the establishment or public authorities. There’s always been a certain rebellious, independent and even stubborn aspect of identifying with nerd culture; this in truth is likely what drew mainstream elements towards us in the first place. Applied correctly, the past sixty years have definitively proven that these elements of nerd culture can be harnessed to change the entire world and virtually every aspect of our daily lives. If you don’t believe me, take a look down at your cell-phone and then ask yourself what percentage of the planet is currently carrying around a Star Trek communicator as we speak. In countless ways, nerd culture has modified, enhanced and even come to define mainstream society; we no longer have a message so much as we are the message. For a generation, nerd culture has smashed down doors to transform western culture and we’ve done it through a combination of individualism, intelligence and sheer, stubborn refusal to take no for answer. We challenged the status quo, dared to imagine and responded to small-minded criticism with a triumphant roar of “why not?” every time we were told that nerds could not change the world. In short, we have every reason to believe that we as individuals can change both nerd culture and society at large for the better, simply because the nerds who came before us already did just that! In the words of Margaret Mead, “never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For, indeed, that’s all who ever have.”
No, the simple truth is that I do not know who you are; but if you’re still reading this, I think I have some idea of where you came from and who you might become. I know that deep down inside, you still remember what it was like to feel alone, bullied and tormented simply because you were different. I want you to think back in your own mind and recall the child you were when you decided to join up with other nerds and explore your ideas and interests with people who wouldn’t judge you. Did that child care about religion, politics or economic backgrounds? Was she racist? Did he hate girls? At any point in time was that child worried about who was and wasn’t a real nerd; or were you more worried about being loved and accepted by others of your own kind? Was there a special ritual you had to perform to prove you were actually a nerd or was simply hanging around with other nerds and expressing an interest in nerdy things enough? I won’t answer these questions for you folks because if you’re reading this, you are smart enough to know the difference between right and wrong. Together as nerds, we stand at the proverbial fork in the road, and owing to our own success, the time has come to make a decision about where nerd culture is heading. Down one path, lies a culture that continues to purposely classify, isolate and cannibalize itself to protect its own uniqueness. Down the other, nerd culture continuously adapts to include anyone and everyone who’s interested in aspects of that culture. One path leads to growth, the other ends in stagnation or even loss. Make no mistake folks; history does not stand still and every culture, even nerd culture must eventually face the fact that you are either moving forward or you are falling back. Time judges those who can adapt and thrive favorably but saves its harshest condemnations for those who attempt to arrest the wheel of progress. The past sixty years alone are littered with numerous subcultures that briefly captured the public imagination, before eventually failing to adapt to a changing world around them. The simple truth is that there is nothing inherently more dynamic or resilient about nerd culture than rock culture, hippy culture, yuppy culture or really any other type of cultural movement you want to imagine. We must decide now to return to our inclusive, tolerant roots or we will surely fall by the wayside for all of the same reasons nerds dominated western culture in the first place. The choice however, is yours; neither I nor anyone else can make the decision for you. Choose wisely, because it’s literally a question of survival for nerd culture as we know it.
- Eugene Ionesco
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Speeches for an Empty Room: A Life Worth Living...
I think perhaps the most important thing you can tell a young person
is that they must learn to resist the pressure around them to be silent.
Whether by design or through unhappy accident - silence allows the
world around you to paint it's ideas and desires over top of you; to
essentially create an idea of you that is more "real" to those around
you than who you actually are. Furthermore the great danger in this is
that your own thoughts and behaviors *will* be altered by how you are
treated by the society around you. By staying silent, by blending in, by
avoiding rocking the boat you make yourself at once a blank slate and
an empty vessel... this state of being then cannot last, as nature
abhors a vacuum and before long you'll find yourself filling up with
ideas, opinions and attitudes that represent a mere idea of you rather
than who you actually are.
While few would argue that a full life can be achieved without being true to oneself, the simple truth of the matter is that the people around us generally don't like it when our behavior fails to match their preconceived ideas about who we are. They react poorly to change and they will typically fight very hard to convince you that their notion of who you are is more valid than the idea of self you are now expressing. Although these attempts may not be overt, and they may take many forms - the end result is "a lot of bad noise" and a strong societal encouragement to re-take up our assigned role. This in turn causes negative stimuli and when combined with our natural desire to be loved and accepted, turns into a self perpetuating cycle of adaptive behavior and deeply rooted self-deceptions.
To
say this is a "vicious cycle" would be a massive understatement. So many
people walk through life feeling as if they are bystanders to their own
existence. They feel as though they don't matter, they don't stand out,
they have no purpose and they have no larger voice than their own
internal monologue. This state of existence is horrible, depressing and
deeply terrifying both to them and to those who love them but in reality
the problem is not internal so much as external. At every developmental
step and during every waking moment even unto their adult lives - they
have been encouraged to avoid individualism, to be seen and not heard,
to conform to societal norms that profess to hold individuality as a
sacred right but then actively seek to stamp out such individualism in
it's youngest, brightest, most hopeful children. In essence, the right
to decide who you are is reserved only for the lucky, brilliant few and
although nobody can quite put a finger on who those people will be in
the future - society around you seems quite certain that it won't be
you.
Perhaps the saddest aspect of this whole bloody, great mess however is that the "truth" society and the people around us seek to enforce is actually the "lie" that binds so many of us to suffering. The ideas, feelings, desires, expressions and attitudes that reside deep inside of us are *FAR* more representative of who we are and more importantly who we COULD be than the seemingly omnipresent force of societal pressure could ever hope to be. The things that go on inside of our heads come from a *real* place of infinite potential; while most of the forces that pressure us into conformity merely represent a pattern or idea of what life ought to be like - usually cooked up by some octogenarian official from a long forgotten generation before us.
The question then becomes how to escape the trap and while I cannot profess to know all things for all people, I know that in my life any modicum of true happiness I've obtained has come from fighting for who I am and what I believe in. In order to be accepted for who you are in a world that encourages you to be anything but, it becomes necessarily to shout your ideas, opinions and feelings from the rooftops to be heard. You must constantly define and redefine your ideas, attitudes and self-image for those around you - so that they do not for one moment feel any temptation to define these things for you. Furthermore, this will not be frictionless - you must be prepared to lose false friends, to separate from family members and to be ostracized from certain social circles. You will step into the ring a proud champion of your own personhood over and over; you will leave the contest bloody every single time. There will be pain, there will be loss, there will be suffering. You must accept that this is the price of defining who you are and you must always remember that although you are bruised and battered emotionally - you have not been broken.
I don't know if there's anyone out there reading this, and if you are reading it - I can't pretend to have a clue who you are. What I can say is that if who you are isn't who you want to be, maybe it's time to revisit the question of who you are in the first place? There's no such thing as a second chance because that presupposes the world was prepared to give you a first chance anyways. You must fight... and little grasshopper: you must win.
- Henry David Thoreau
While few would argue that a full life can be achieved without being true to oneself, the simple truth of the matter is that the people around us generally don't like it when our behavior fails to match their preconceived ideas about who we are. They react poorly to change and they will typically fight very hard to convince you that their notion of who you are is more valid than the idea of self you are now expressing. Although these attempts may not be overt, and they may take many forms - the end result is "a lot of bad noise" and a strong societal encouragement to re-take up our assigned role. This in turn causes negative stimuli and when combined with our natural desire to be loved and accepted, turns into a self perpetuating cycle of adaptive behavior and deeply rooted self-deceptions.
Perhaps the saddest aspect of this whole bloody, great mess however is that the "truth" society and the people around us seek to enforce is actually the "lie" that binds so many of us to suffering. The ideas, feelings, desires, expressions and attitudes that reside deep inside of us are *FAR* more representative of who we are and more importantly who we COULD be than the seemingly omnipresent force of societal pressure could ever hope to be. The things that go on inside of our heads come from a *real* place of infinite potential; while most of the forces that pressure us into conformity merely represent a pattern or idea of what life ought to be like - usually cooked up by some octogenarian official from a long forgotten generation before us.
The question then becomes how to escape the trap and while I cannot profess to know all things for all people, I know that in my life any modicum of true happiness I've obtained has come from fighting for who I am and what I believe in. In order to be accepted for who you are in a world that encourages you to be anything but, it becomes necessarily to shout your ideas, opinions and feelings from the rooftops to be heard. You must constantly define and redefine your ideas, attitudes and self-image for those around you - so that they do not for one moment feel any temptation to define these things for you. Furthermore, this will not be frictionless - you must be prepared to lose false friends, to separate from family members and to be ostracized from certain social circles. You will step into the ring a proud champion of your own personhood over and over; you will leave the contest bloody every single time. There will be pain, there will be loss, there will be suffering. You must accept that this is the price of defining who you are and you must always remember that although you are bruised and battered emotionally - you have not been broken.
I don't know if there's anyone out there reading this, and if you are reading it - I can't pretend to have a clue who you are. What I can say is that if who you are isn't who you want to be, maybe it's time to revisit the question of who you are in the first place? There's no such thing as a second chance because that presupposes the world was prepared to give you a first chance anyways. You must fight... and little grasshopper: you must win.
- Henry David Thoreau
Sunday, August 24, 2014
There's a Sucker Born Every Minute...
Originally it had been my intention to make the first post on this blog your typical meet & greet type affair or as I like to call it "who the hell am I and why do you care?" That is however mind-numbingly boring and I'm on roughly 4 hours sleep in the past two days. In light of this we'll save the introductory spiel and I'll just say that this is my personal blog and although I'm a writer, the work you'll find here will be largely uncensored and wholly unsuitable for public consumption. In fact, our lab research team has projected that the writing on this blog may be poor enough to cause sudden loss of motor functions or even death in the common American passenger pigeon.
With that out of the way, I'd like to take a moment to engage in the time honored tradition of eviscerating self-important jackanpes on the internet in what is commonly known as a "take-down." Please don't confuse this with any sort of discussion or debate, whose purpose is to promote dialogue and attempt to reach concennsus. I'm just mocking people who deserve to be mocked because I find it entertaining from time to time. With that, I'd like you to watch the following short video while I pray vigorously for God to have mercy on your soul:
With that out of the way, I'd like to take a moment to engage in the time honored tradition of eviscerating self-important jackanpes on the internet in what is commonly known as a "take-down." Please don't confuse this with any sort of discussion or debate, whose purpose is to promote dialogue and attempt to reach concennsus. I'm just mocking people who deserve to be mocked because I find it entertaining from time to time. With that, I'd like you to watch the following short video while I pray vigorously for God to have mercy on your soul:
Horrifying isn't it? After a staggering 27 minutes of semi coherent study, it is my scientific opinion that this video may in fact be so destructively soul warping that it could help you kill off aging relatives who have you in the will. Profit potential aside however this simple advertisement that runs less than 8 minutes in length cannot be observed by the human mind without inherently changing the individual who watches it permanently. To explore the truly devastating side effects of this production, I subjected myself to this experiment by watching the video and recording my observations on how it affects your average amateur behavioral scientist who may or may not have been high on dextromethorphan at the time. Don't ask, don't tell.
Based
on years of pretending to understand psychology and passing off pop
culture personality quizzes as my own philosophical writings, I feel
qualified to state that the healthy human mind can only process this
video in 4 distinct stages:
Stage 1: You first observe their clothes, mannerisms and affectations as your mind progresses to seemingly harmless laughter. You think "wow, you could not create two more stereotypical, white guy, neck-beard, self-important gamers if you tried". You'll probably notice that their both dressed entirely in black, that the little bald dude looks like Cypher from the Matrix and that both of them carefully staged the shoot with a variety of props to make them appear cool - a prominent guitar stand, a busy but messy desk to show off his artistic nature, an authentic scotch glass, a cigarette and a Zippo. The scene literally is an imported Japanese body pillow and a clove-laden Sherlock Holmes pipe away from destroying all reality as we know it. Finally this stage ends with the stunning realization that all of this was done with the intention of IMPRESSING YOU and inspiring the necessary investor confidence to obtain your money.
Stage 2: Your mind reeling from the mixture of horror and laughter inspired during stage 1, you quickly begin to question the ability of these two men to create a feature length film no matter HOW much money they have. After all, you already know they know virtually nothing about wardrobe or scenery and neither man is a particularly good public speaker. In fact, your inner troll gleefully points out that this is one of the most boring 8 minute videos on the internet and a feature film would be much longer than that. A half-assed glance at either man's profile makes it clear they are not professional film-makers at all. The closest either one has come to film making are some AMVs, rant videos and Vlog posts of extremely dubious quality. In fact, all you have to cling to in a desperate effort to maintain the idea that this is actually a professional film project is that these two guys keep saying "professional" or "high quality" every 30 seconds and some vague, HIGHLY UNREALISTIC promises of a theatrical release that's probably about as likely to happen as Obama handing Michelle over to ISIS for a night in an effort to promote Middle Eastern peace. There is no laughter now; only the cynical snicker of the disenchanted gamer as you realize that all is not well in the state of VidyaGameLand.
Stage 3 - At this point the situation is firmly into the realm of the absurd but it's not until this stage that the ordeal becomes truly horrifying. Once you stop laughing and actually listen to their spiel it becomes readily apparently that the project will have no journalistic value at all and is actually an extremely thinly-veiled excuse to collect like 75Grand to cut an hour long rant against all the "important people" in gaming that disagree with their seemingly extremist philosophies. They both talk a good game but the gleeful look in their eyes, the sardonic tones and the jackal smiles make it clear these boys are out for blood and pink slips. A quick check of both men's video's, profiles and blogs makes it clear that this is the case - multiple men's rights rants, essays and videos about how feminism is destroying everything. The little bald fucker will turn out to be Canadian Armed Forces and a History Professor. You'll read his wonderful academic theories about how women cannot be equal to men inherently - theories backed up by precisely nothing and poor quality writing for a Prof, might I add. Flashing back to the video you won't be able to close off your mind in time to avoid hearing the little fucker suggest the proposed movie might change the world without a God-damned hint of fucking irony. Finally, with your last ounce of sanity you may notice that the dude actually has "Confessions of an Online Hustler" on his reading list at this very moment - which should progress you nicely into the next stage.
Stage 4 - Battered, staggered and legitimately afraid; your mind will begin to withdraw into a shell and you may start talking aloud to yourself. Whether internally or externally, you'll note that this is all a big scam perpetrated by two self-important assholes to get back at 2-5 other self-important assholes who got to where THEY were by running scams and convincing gullible gamers that what THEY said mattered. You'll draw comparisons to the struggle for human rights in America, and the conflict between Israel and Palestine - the value of whipping extremists into a frenzy will become abundantly clear at this stage. It will dawn on you that none of these people matter - not Zoe Quinn, not Anna Sarkisian, not these two assclowns or the editor at Kotaku. You'll remember that Gawker and every Gawker website not named Deadspin has been complete garbage for years now. You'll remember that Indie Games are mostly fucking terrible, that everything you buy is made by major corporations that wouldn't put up with any of this shit in the fucking slightest and that all of these people have already ruined their careers before they got out of mom's basement.
At which point you'll laugh an empty, cynical laugh, close the video and go back to caring about real wars, relevant social issues and whether or not you set the DVR up to catch the next episode of Doctor Who. You won't be better or worse from the experience; but you will be different because you will well and truly not give a fuck about hipster douchebags who think they run gaming because they got a piece of shit game on Steam, run a Men's Rights Videogame Blog or wrote some trash on a Gawker website.
- Rauol Duke
At which point you'll laugh an empty, cynical laugh, close the video and go back to caring about real wars, relevant social issues and whether or not you set the DVR up to catch the next episode of Doctor Who. You won't be better or worse from the experience; but you will be different because you will well and truly not give a fuck about hipster douchebags who think they run gaming because they got a piece of shit game on Steam, run a Men's Rights Videogame Blog or wrote some trash on a Gawker website.
- Rauol Duke
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