I just got through watching G4's special on "Violence in Video Games" which does make you think. Yes there is a lot of violence in video game, but it does not require the government to take action. Everyone is upset that kids play violent video games and they look to the easiest solution and blame someone else, in this case the Video Game Industry. When the real blame should be on the parents. The Industry does not control the parents' kids, they do not let the parents' kids into the gaming store and they do not hand the money to the cashier. It's parents that are buying these games. It's parents that are not reading the ratings for these games. It's parents that have money for a $50+ game.
The games have the rating written on the box. All you have to do is read it. Violence in video games have been around since the 1980s. There is a new set of parents parents that know about video games and the ESRB. A set of parents that know that there is violent video games, and they still buy them for their kids, and blame it on the industry.
Kids are kids, some are more violent than others. If a kid is taught correctly they know the difference between right and wrong. If a kid if displined correctly they are happier. If a kid if not displined they are out-of-control. One great example of this is on the show "SuperNanny" where the british nanny comes in evaluates the family and helps the parents displine their kids. In one such episode this little girl was so violent, she literally bit and scratched Jo Frost, proving that the parents really lost control of their kid and that it had no freaking thing to do with violence in video games. Another example is my friends kids. She has three kids 3, 6, and 8, she is so distraught because she says her kids are out-of-control and have no displine. But these kids do not play video games, they don't even own a video game console. Are they out-of-control because of violence in video games? Could it be that the parents don't know how to displine?
Blaming someone else is always easier, than looking towards the real problem. Violence is never the answer, and video games are not like life. But people that blame the Video Game Industry are idiots. If you don't like video games don't buy them. If you have kids and a video game console, educate yourself and your kids correctly. If your just a total moron leave now, but I don't want to talk to you.
Here is my solution: If your a parent and you have a kid that plays violent video games and is inturn violent, stand-up, walk to a mirror, and look into it. Because you are the problem, not the Video Game Industry.
LINKS:
http://abc.go.com/primetime/supernanny/index.html
http://www.kidsource.com/kidsource/content2/video.games.html
http://www.esrb.org/
http://www.eff.org/
October 26, 2005
September 21, 2005
Is my thoughts all muddled?
I'm just reviewing my past. Looking over papers that my mother so conviently saved. But why save papers from my first grade. I mean nearly all of them or D's and F's, and it didn't help that my first year in first grade I was mostly sick. But yes I did have to take first grade twice. Which I don't feel to bad because both my mom and dad had to take it twice too. The only one in my family that passed the first time was my brother.
Speaking of, my brother is the only one in the family that has been diagnosed with ADD when he was a kid. No one ever diagnosed me, everyone just thought I was lazy. Which that may be the case. But it's not like I'm not trying it's just that everytime I start on a project I have all these other ideas that come into my head. Like what if I did this, or what if I did that differently, or what project would I do if I did this. . . Type of thing. If this is not making any sense don't feel bad, because it doesn't always make sense to me. I do sometimes notice when I go back and re-read my work that stuff is often out-of-order, and I try to fix it. But sometimes I think that it's fine.
I decided to head to the ADD website to see if I could learn more. But all says I have to be diagnosed through a family physician. Well, I don't have one. basically it is because I can't afford one, because I'm out-of-work and I don't want to ask my parents for help. So I'm stuck probably living with an undiagnosed treatment for ADD. I'm not for sure if I'll eventually get it diagnosed, but in the mean time I feel stressed because if I do have ADD it would explain why I have trouble setting goals, staying organized, finishing a project on time, and having just one more thing in common with my brother. :)
I don't know if another will actually read this, but it does help to at least publish it somewhere.
Speaking of, my brother is the only one in the family that has been diagnosed with ADD when he was a kid. No one ever diagnosed me, everyone just thought I was lazy. Which that may be the case. But it's not like I'm not trying it's just that everytime I start on a project I have all these other ideas that come into my head. Like what if I did this, or what if I did that differently, or what project would I do if I did this. . . Type of thing. If this is not making any sense don't feel bad, because it doesn't always make sense to me. I do sometimes notice when I go back and re-read my work that stuff is often out-of-order, and I try to fix it. But sometimes I think that it's fine.
I decided to head to the ADD website to see if I could learn more. But all says I have to be diagnosed through a family physician. Well, I don't have one. basically it is because I can't afford one, because I'm out-of-work and I don't want to ask my parents for help. So I'm stuck probably living with an undiagnosed treatment for ADD. I'm not for sure if I'll eventually get it diagnosed, but in the mean time I feel stressed because if I do have ADD it would explain why I have trouble setting goals, staying organized, finishing a project on time, and having just one more thing in common with my brother. :)
I don't know if another will actually read this, but it does help to at least publish it somewhere.
September 01, 2005
Another day another way to waste gas
How's someone suppose to get a job? Gas? Bills? Cars? Even daydreaming? And now this business with Hurricane Katrina, I heard on the news that everyone there is coming to Texas to get a job and start over. So much for getting a job. Maybe I should move to another state. And now my dad's complaining about gas and how the usa doesn't have a back.up plan, and that we all will be looting in the streets when we run out. But luckily my pessimistic side takes over and says "that since I'm weaker than most I'll probably will be the first to die". But who really knows, we'll probably get blown up by aliens by than. Well, I'll try and write another blog entry before that happens. Til then, see you.
August 22, 2005
Applied at another job
I went ahead and applied at another freaking job. Why must I go out and look for a job that pays crap just so I go out and buy more crap. I just don't get it, maybe someone can explain it to me. Also,I just don't get what I want in my life at this moment.
Yesterday, I uninstalled "The Sims 2" and I lost all my video clips so I have to start all over on my movies that I'm working on. Well, I better get off, see you later.
August 21, 2005
Art is screwy to the screwed
Okay I said I would tell you the story. And what kind of Jesus related art I have.
back in December 2004, we had a huge fire on our street. It sort have scared us, because a neighbor's child came screaming claiming it was my brother's house. I took off running to his house in nothing but my bare feet and PJs. (Hey, you would do the same). As I was running down to his house which is only 100 ft from my parents' house. I saw the flames, they were huge, but luckily they were not coming from his house. The house next door which was about 30 - 40 ft away from his house was in flames. The house is still own by my father, and was renting it to a family. I quickly ran down to the house to see if they were okay, and made sure they were all okay, The mother was worried about two of their dogs which might have still been in the house, which I didn't really worry, (PETA can kiss my ass). When they told me everyone was okay I saw the flames were rising quickly so I went back to my brother's house and grabbed a garden hose a proceeded to wet his yard because it has been a dry fall and my brother had not raked his yard YET. I was freezing, but I pretty much kept spraying the yard for the next 20 minutes. I don't know if it helped but it kept my mind busy. The fire lasted about 2 to 2 1/2 hours, and according to one fireman the house was savagable, but my father was not going to try, since during the 20 years of renting out the house he failed to make a profit from it.
The day after the fire I took my camera down and proceeded to take pictures of the damage. (I'm weird like that.) I didn't actually go inside the house. Basically I zoomed in for a bunch of the scenes. I also created a little montage of the pictures, to an old George Straight song. Someday I'll publish it to my website. :)
A few days later, my father decided he was going to tear down the house. Since it has abestes(sp?) shingles, he did some research on how to dispose of them safely, (so you enviroment freaks can kiss my ass too). When the shingles were being taken down from the front of the house we noticed an image that was burned into the wood, on this huge piece of wood was the face of Jesus. It was staring straight at you. It has Jesus wearing the thorn crown and blood dripping down. Also right beside it is a cross. This piece of wood is about 4ft by 5ft huge. So it wasn't this tiny image. I would estimate, that the face of Jesus on this wood is about 4ft high. Really creepy huh? Anyways the board stayed on the house for about a week. And everyone in the neighbor saw it, and even several church members came by to take a look.
We decided to take it down; one because we did not want anyone to go into the house. And two we did feel like that the piece of wood needed to be saved. We saved this wood, because it's not everyday this happens. My father said he was going to sell it on eBay, but he never tried, plus I don't think we ever will. I don't know if it really is Jesus, but it's still a cool effect that the wood would burn an image like that. Maybe that is the reason so many people loved the house. I don't know. But the house is no longer standing there. All that is left is the foundation and the shop behind it. I thought I would tell you and let you make up your mind.
If anyone is actually reading this please send your comments. All ads although will be deleted.
back in December 2004, we had a huge fire on our street. It sort have scared us, because a neighbor's child came screaming claiming it was my brother's house. I took off running to his house in nothing but my bare feet and PJs. (Hey, you would do the same). As I was running down to his house which is only 100 ft from my parents' house. I saw the flames, they were huge, but luckily they were not coming from his house. The house next door which was about 30 - 40 ft away from his house was in flames. The house is still own by my father, and was renting it to a family. I quickly ran down to the house to see if they were okay, and made sure they were all okay, The mother was worried about two of their dogs which might have still been in the house, which I didn't really worry, (PETA can kiss my ass). When they told me everyone was okay I saw the flames were rising quickly so I went back to my brother's house and grabbed a garden hose a proceeded to wet his yard because it has been a dry fall and my brother had not raked his yard YET. I was freezing, but I pretty much kept spraying the yard for the next 20 minutes. I don't know if it helped but it kept my mind busy. The fire lasted about 2 to 2 1/2 hours, and according to one fireman the house was savagable, but my father was not going to try, since during the 20 years of renting out the house he failed to make a profit from it.
The day after the fire I took my camera down and proceeded to take pictures of the damage. (I'm weird like that.) I didn't actually go inside the house. Basically I zoomed in for a bunch of the scenes. I also created a little montage of the pictures, to an old George Straight song. Someday I'll publish it to my website. :)
A few days later, my father decided he was going to tear down the house. Since it has abestes(sp?) shingles, he did some research on how to dispose of them safely, (so you enviroment freaks can kiss my ass too). When the shingles were being taken down from the front of the house we noticed an image that was burned into the wood, on this huge piece of wood was the face of Jesus. It was staring straight at you. It has Jesus wearing the thorn crown and blood dripping down. Also right beside it is a cross. This piece of wood is about 4ft by 5ft huge. So it wasn't this tiny image. I would estimate, that the face of Jesus on this wood is about 4ft high. Really creepy huh? Anyways the board stayed on the house for about a week. And everyone in the neighbor saw it, and even several church members came by to take a look.
We decided to take it down; one because we did not want anyone to go into the house. And two we did feel like that the piece of wood needed to be saved. We saved this wood, because it's not everyday this happens. My father said he was going to sell it on eBay, but he never tried, plus I don't think we ever will. I don't know if it really is Jesus, but it's still a cool effect that the wood would burn an image like that. Maybe that is the reason so many people loved the house. I don't know. But the house is no longer standing there. All that is left is the foundation and the shop behind it. I thought I would tell you and let you make up your mind.
If anyone is actually reading this please send your comments. All ads although will be deleted.
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