Co-working today at Fred Hutchinson with HERE Seattle.
I overdid it this week. Wrote two articles I’m very happy with.
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©2019 J. Wilder
I’m surrounded and the enemy is closing in.
Backing away from them, I look over my shoulder at the edge of the futuristic Egyptian garden wall and imagine myself leaping into the mists below, where I will surely perish.
If I don’t, I will either be crushed by a well-dressed man with a giant cybernetic fist, poisoned by a one-eyed grandmother, or nuked by a South Korean esports legend. But more likely, the overly polite climatologist with a reputation for freezing her enemies, will blast me with her freeze gun and then stab me in the eye with an icicle.
I choose to rob them all of the satisfaction and step off into the void.
Multiplayer combat-oriented video games have been an growing popular form of entertainment over the last decade. With names like, “League of Legends”, “Overwatch”, and “Fortnite: Battle Royale” they rake in billions of dollars and strike fear into traditional and new media alike.
Netflix recently explained to its shareholders that it’s biggest competitor is the online multiplayer game Fortnite, not HBO.
These games are addicting, stressful, violent, and insanely fun. Parents are increasingly wary of their potential to engulf their children’s free time; to the detriment of face-to-face social interaction, outdoor time, and performance of household chores.Continue reading “Start ’Em Young: Embrace the Violence of Video Games”
Baby ducks make me happy.
©2019 Johanna Wilder
For most all of my childhood, and quite a bit of my young adulthood, I was bullied. Growing up in rural Indiana in the ’70s and ’80s was a challenge that required a child be either rugged brute or resilient target. Target I was, but I was neither resilient, nor rugged, nor brutal.
While I was being hunted down by my menacing peers, I was scoping out alleyways for safer routes to school. I didn’t want to fight. I wanted to be left alone so I could focus on what was important to me at the time: reading fantasy and science fiction, orchestral symphonies, track and field, the neighbor girl with the pretty brown hair who seemed to like me, and the Doctor Demento radio show. All of these apparently anarchistic thought-crimes that would bring about the demise of the heretofore incorruptible moral traditions of Terre Haute, Indiana.
I was a twelve-year-old enemy of the state that needed to be dealt with extrajudicially, so as not to sully the impressionable.Continue reading “Bullies Rule The World Only Because We Demand It”
This is how it’s done, and at the end, I read the poem for you.