Ask CBS: WoW Will Kill Your Baby
[click me I'm delicious]I find it very interesting that, aside from that sorry excuse for a journalist trying to subtly demonize something she knows nothing about, the editors actually chose to (exclusively) use footage from the Black Temple trailer, which depicts children in a hazardous situation. Can you say, oh I don't know,
obvious desire to influence? Good lord. I mean, it's no secret that mainstream media outlets put big slants on things all the time, but when, like me, you understand just how misleading this is, it makes them look pretty darn unprofessional. Or, maybe professional is what they are, since that's what professional media does.
This is all in relation to
the story about Baby Grace, if you didn't know. The details are in that link, but basically some really screwed up parents tortured and killed their young daughter. As it so happened, they met on WoW.
Dun-dun-dun! The whole point I'm representing here is: look at the numbers, people. Blizzard's got close to 10 million subscribers right now. Is it so surprising that, in a social game, two people met up and hit it off because they're both extremely screwy individuals?
There are 6.2 million teachers across all levels in the United States, (
source) which is a lot less than the amount of WoW subscribers world-wide. If two teachers got married and did something horrendous like this, would people start pointing fingers at US Teachers' Colleges for instilling baby-killing tendencies?
Sorry that it's been almost a month since I last posted anything. The blog's not dead, I'll be coming back to it. I've just been busy, and sidetracked. And slightly disenchanted with the media industry in general, but this was just too juicy to pass up.Labels: Blizzard, gaming industry, journalism, media, WoW
Bad News Bears
Bell Sympatico openly admits to throttling P2P traffic at peak hours.Two show nights left. More coming eventually.
This is nice to see: Amber MacArthur's parents launched
bestofpei.com, which showcases and sells goods 100% crafted by Prince Edward Islanders. Everything from paintings to cabinets to toys and other stuff. I was impressed with the design of the site. It's well-spaced out, clean, and very intuitive. Throw it a bookmark if you think you might ever want to support some PEI artists.
Labels: net neutrality, websites
The Indian Medicine Shows
They're playing at U of G at the George Luscomb Theatre, which is in the MacKinnon building, every night next week from Monday to Friday. The nights I'll be on Sound Crew are officially Tuesday, Friday and Saturday, but I'm sure I'll be there more than that. The admittance cost is currently unknown, at least to me, but I'm sure it will be five dollars or less. Starting time? I don't know yet,
pretty sure it'll be 8pm though. Contact me and ask if you need to know.
Warning: If anyone is actually interested in coming, you should come in the spirit of watching a good production and supporting me, but not
seeing me. Most times we have a gajillion things to do before and after the shows. This especially applies to Saturday night, which will probably take us into Sunday morning as we have to strike, (tear down) the set after the closing show. And sorry for the short notice, but the same thing applies, I've been pretty busy with this and everything else I've got going on. Always having fun though. Stressed-out fun. Good times.
Labels: theatre
It's Go-Go, Not Cry Crisis
I watched Robert Rodriguez's
Planet Terror the other night. It was pretty awesome, but I think I liked Tarantino's
Death Proof a little more. I think I'll buy the
Grindhouse DVD when it comes out. My main criticism of
Planet Terror is that it made zombies less zombie-like, in my opinion. Maybe it's partly because Zack Snyder's
Dawn of the Dead remake, my favouritest zombie flick, actually moved away from the traditional slow-moving, moaning model. The replacement is an olympic-sprinting, shrieking breed of undead which is way cooler to me. So I guess my perception is off. I'm sure he did a good job paying homage to cheap exploitation flicks of the seventies. One of the best lines in the film, which I paid my own homage to in this post's title is, "It's Go-Go, not...cry-cry." Uttered by a slimy character portrayed by Rodriguez's realtor, it's best said with a thick Texan accent. Also, it's probably only funny when you know the context. Go see the
Grindhouse movies. They're awesome.
I'm experiencing a bit of a crisis right now. It has to do with school, and I'll probably make a full-fledged post about it once everything is sorted out. Until then.
Labels: film
