Playing Games with My Game Playing

Oh, say it ain’t so!

Without giving too many details about my age… ( ok I was in a grunge band and I saw “the Goonies” in a movie theatre ) I want to say a few words about Gaming. And no, I don’t mean blackjack or pulling the one armed bandit. I mean good old fashioned video games. I started in my youth with the family Atari 2600 console – my dad was awesome at “River Raid” by the way – and graduated to the Nintendo. Because we were, and I am, not made of money, it took a while to move up to the Playstation, and I had a Playstation 2 (still have) for over a decade. It’s only in the past few years I purchased an Xbox 360. It also took until about 2 years ago for me to subscribe to the LIVE feature….so me and 1 other person could kill Zombies together.

Enter the news of last week about the nature of Microsoft’s next gaming platform, the 720, or Durango, or whatever it will be called. Holy Big Brother, Batman! It’s like George Orwell teamed up with MicroSoft to expedite the apocalypse. I read about the exciting new “always on, always online” feature, the standard Kinnect device – without which the unit will not work – and the upgraded mic and electronic eye. Not only will this version of H.A.L. be able to map the room ( a feature that already exists ), it will be able to recognize your face, your voice, even how many people are in the room. That last one is great because now it will probably charge content by head count.

So let me understand this Mr. Gates…… You want a constantly powered device, that is constantly communicating with it’s host, that knows me, my family, my face, my voice, the dimensions of my den, what’s in it, etc…. Wow. Either these are the end times indeed or Billy is about to have his gaming platform commit Seppuku (look it up).

You see, peeps like me will not give a global corporation run by one of our elite oligarchs the ability to see me scratch myself in my boxers while virtually killing the undead. Not only that, but if I smoke a doob will the Stormtroopers kick in my door? Will my bad joke about a bomb in my undies end up with Janet Napolitano (when not napping) and her DHS barging through my door like Grimace at McDonald’s?

Here’s the Rub-a-Dub. I want to choose my own ads, my own preferences, and pick when I’m online, damnit! I want to do and say as I please in my home, I want to rent a movie and show it to as many folks as I can fit in my den. I already feel like Ray Liotta in Goodfellas looking up at the sky thinking every whirly bird is zooming in on my runny nose to see if it’s cocaine induced. I don’t want ads for Obama’s AmeriKa (comrade). I don’t want the global Microsoft/McDonalds/Facebook/Federal Reserve/IMF/Bohemian Grove FREAKS to know when I took a dump. And sell me the right supplement, anti-diarrheal, french fried money market account that could help me pinch it off just right.

So please……

Stop playing games with my game playing. And stay the hell out of my life and my home. Cause if that’s the new frontier, I’m going back to my Atari.


Saturday Thoughts

Oh… where to begin? How about the beginning?

I was struck by listening to the Leader of the Free World over the last few days. Our illustrious Emperor states what so many evidently believe. Comparing the conflict between Israel and the palestinians to the relationship between the US and Canada….wow.
I now grasp the Truth of this statement. Before you have a siezure, what I mean is I now understand the mindset of my opposition. “The world can be a better place – we can all coexist and respect each other and no one will want for anything because we’ll all share and, so on and so forth, on to infinitum”.
Here’s the problem, folks. Never happen. Ever. Ever-ever. Forever never? Yep…Never. Period.

I’m no scholar, but let’s take a short tour of the reality of our existence on this big blue spaceship.
We, for whatever reason you prefer, ie; God,Big Space Bang, Aliens, whatever.. are the most intelligent and dominant species on the planet.We are ALL different. Even so we find others we agree with, so to speak, and then become a culture. Cultures join to form Nations. Nations of different cultures compete.
The dirty part is that we don’t agree. Never will. So somebody, or some Nation, picks up clubs and rocks, swords and sheilds, rifles and bombs, tanks and nukes, and takes over another. For resources, for territory, for sometimes just an idea. What becomes of that, is what we know as History.
We live in a nation made by conquer and war. Every nation and people on the planet are where they are for the same reason.
Would you undo this? USA back to the indians? Israel back to the arabs? So on..? Where would you stop your undoing? Back to Ancient times? Before?
Truly these people have not thought out the consequences. For good or evil, everything we know is based on the actions of human beings, residing in the full scope of what human beings can, and will, do.
We will never change the nature of Man…. to disagree, often violently, to conquer one another, to suffer, to do harm. But also to do incredible things, wonderful things. Everything we know, and forever will know, will always follow the path that they always have.

Anyone, Leader of the Free World or no, that tells you otherwise is a fool, a liar, or wants something you have. Maybe everything.

Monday Thoughts

Just musing on the appearance of the troll otherwise known as Karl Rove over the weekend. This tool is another symptom of our empire in decline.
I am reminded of nerds in high school, swearing revenge on those that kept them in the “swirlies”….
Well now he’s got it. I’m no Democrat or Republican, but nerd revenge has no political party.
There is probably no “Mr. Smith” in our pentagrammed capitol….no Jimmy Stewart to make us all feel squishy and warm inside. But the appearance of the Roves and Axelrods of the world surely attest to the spiralling descent into dark age idoicy.