The internet is here to stay, and that means so are MMO’s (MMORPG’s, MUSH’s, MUD’s, and any other M*&^’s you can think of). You’d think then that with the internet being as mainstream as electricity and shampoo that everyone would know about MMO’s. Right?!

Wrong!

Just the other day I was chatting with a really close friend – who just happens to be a girl, but which shouldn’t be an indicator that I’m about to say something sexist – about World of Warcraft. I was telling her that my troll hunter spoke with a Caribbean accent and had three fingers, which for some reason caused her to break out into hysterical laughter. I was a bit baffled by this to be honest, because my troll hunter (who just celebrated his 5th birthday yesterday – yes WoW turned 5) has always had an accent that makes women melt, and only three fingers ever since he was born (generated).

So I took it upon myself to educate the young lady about the vast and untameable virtual worlds that occupy vast spaces on the internet. Their history spanning back to the dawn of the network digital age, and their breadth extending across the globe to all corners of the real world. MMO’s were the first addiction digital addiction of the true gamer geek, and shall be the last. They shall stand the test of time and always be with us. You could almost argue that MMO’s are the one true purpose of the internet. After all, the perpetuation of MMO’s has spurred the development of virtual realities; virtual realities are the purpose of the internet. Worlds within worlds; realities within realities; mirror images of mirrors.

Very eloquent stuff, but she didn’t get any of it. In fact she started yawning at the half way point, and then got up and walked away at the end. Needless to say it totally went over her head, and she forgot about my troll, his accent, and how many fingers he had, like so much useless yesterdays news.

Really it showed me that being a gamer geek is really like having a special set of genes that make you that kind of person, just like for being tall, or asian, or a midget. If you have the gamer gene, you’ll get it. If you don’t, then about all you’ll get is bored, and frustrated at the weird person who won’t shut up about his troll.

Which makes me wonder why some geneticist doesn’t go look for it, and then offer it in a box of pills for money.

“Do you suck at gaming? Need to impress a boyfriend who leads a double life as a troll? Then buy IGOTGAME capsules and show them you’re not a totally pussy!”

I should do marketing for a job!

Andy.

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These days I’m becoming increasingly more frustrated with email as a communication tool. My inbox and related subfolders are absolutely FULL of stuff that isn’t spam, but which I’m starting to consider spam. Things like emails from social networks that you might have signed up for long ago but don’t use anymore, and no matter how many times you try to unsubscribe they still email you, and I still don’t mark them as spam. Then there is the torrent of emails coming in from all the social networks and various entertainment, online shopping, reference, ridiculous, why-was-that-interesting sites that I registered to over the course of the past five years. All their marketing shit comes in, and my filters just can’t keep up, so consequently it ends up in my inbox. It’s not really spam because they’re online services I do technically use, and some of them I even willingly signed on for newsletter updates, but it just never ends.

Now the few emails I get from friends, who have all moved over to Facebook and Twitter for keeping in touch and sending out updates, all get lost in this other stream of spam-but-not-spam. I could spend the next two weeks diligently putting in new filters to move all the crap stuff to folders where I won’t have to look at it, but then now matter how diligent I am, it’s really fighting a losing a battle; or trying to empty water from a boat that’s leaking like a sieve.

What to do?

I’m considering giving up on email entirely. After all, nearly all of the friends that I communicate with have moved to either Twitter or Facebook. The ones that don’t write regularly (some of them with the frequency of a corpse) still use email. I could cut my losses and just never talk to these people again, but then, I do like some of these people quite a lot and it would be a terrible thing – much like clubbing a baby seal to death – to just abandon them because they don’t fit my communication profile anymore.

Having said that, my gmail account, which is a clearing house for around 15 different email addresses is just one big junk box with a sparse few emails that I think are worthwhile and make me happy to read. It’s insane that in this day and age of putting a robot tractor thingy on Mars that I can’t filter my email and make it work for me like it did 8 years ago. It seems the older email gets the more frustrating it gets, the more I wish I didn’t have to use it at all. I’ve been on Wave now for a couple of weeks and while it shows promise, it’s definitely not there yet for a communication tool, and when it is it will probably suffer from the same problem as email now.

No, this problem won’t go away until it’s solved; a lot like testicular cancer, and just about as painful. Maybe I too should make the jump completely over the fence to the Twitter/FB groupies and give up email altogether. I bet if I did that, then in a week I wouldn’t even miss email. Or maybe notice that I miss email. That seems just as likely. Maybe this isn’t even my problem to solve as I didn’t invent email, I just use it. Somebody else should be held accountable.

Well whoever is to blame, the fact remains that I hate email, and I the only reason I use it is because of hangers-on types that insist still on using it. So while I will continue to use email so as to not alienate them, doesn’t mean I like the sound of fingernails being dragged down the blackboard.

Andy.

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Weather imitating mood, imitating weather

I can’t work out if the fast moving weather outside is being influenced by my mood, or if my mood is being influenced by the fast moving weather. Every 20 minutes a cycle repeats itself starting with overcast rain that gives way to sunlight that returns to overcast rain. This reflects my own mood perfectly, so I feel a synergy with the wind, rain and sunlight that’s outside my computer room window.

I am reminded now more than any other time of my life how strong winds can mark the onset of storms that can be tragic and beautiful at the same time. However after a period of turmoil calm will always be returned.

Andy.