I am on quite a few protesty mailing lists. I sign their petitions and email my letters to my representatives like a good concerned citizen. Thus it is a regular occurrence that I get panicky emails about things — some not as critical as others.

Yesterday I got emails from two protesty sites telling me to scream loudly against CISPA. I got right on that. An hour or so later, I got emails celebrating the fact that Obama had threatened a veto. Yay Obama! Yay liberty!

Today, the House amends CISPA to be even worse, negates the 4th ammendment online and then passes the evil bill.

Go go Obama, right? Conjecture is that he will back down from his threat.

So it’s been a rollercoaster ride, but we’re not done yet. It has to pass the Senate to go through.

Please let reason and liberty prevail!

/fear

 

I love working at WoW Insider, but I’m always looking for a writing gig on the side. I like scanning Craigslist for opportunities. It is amazing how many online blogs/magazines/news-sites are offering no compensation but the exposure. Of course, some writers must be taking them up on that else companies couldn’t get away with offering zero pay so often.

When writers take these jobs without pay, they are reducing the opportunities for all other bloggers. They devalue themselves and every one else wishing to blog for a living. Exposure is not compensation, particularly on a site that is struggling for readers.

Worse than the sites who openly offer no compensation are the ones who are misleading. I contacted a blog today that I would have been a good fit for. The compensation said TBD. TBD means To Be Determined. In general, TBD indicates that the company will decide what to pay you and would probably be willing to negotiate. It does not mean no intended compensation now and in the future.

The blog is very strict. You have to meet hard deadlines, follow a specific format and generally be an above par writer. When we discussed compensation, the editor indicated there would be no monetary compensation, just exposure, links, press passes and event invitations. That is not TBD. That is AD or Already Determined and you get diddly to pay the bills with — all this for a site with tons of ads and not very many readers. I politely declined, even though I wanted to flame him.

Please. If you want to write, write on your own blog if you’re willing to do it for free. Or combine with other writers on the same subject to provide content for a focused blog. Otherwise, if a company that is making money off of advertising offers you exposure and other non-bill-paying compensation, do not do it. It’s for your sake and every other blogger out there.

WoW Hunters Hall has an excellent write-up of how to start your own blog. I found the advice there very helpful. It is also an excellent example of people pooling their resources to create a valuable blog. And a valuable blog can be used in portfolios and resumes to gain paying jobs in the future.

I’ll keep looking for a side gig while I follow Frostheim’s advice on making this one as much of a success as I can. If you are doing the same, beware of misleading postings.

 



Warning: The above video is NSFW.

Drama Mamas recently tackled the topic of female gamers getting harassed in Vent. Many women, not just the letter writer in that article, have trouble talking in Vent without getting unwanted attention from male gamers. I got more than one response on Twitter and in the comments that this reason in particular is why many female players stay out of voice chat altogether.

People in the comments also suggested that women who have trouble with overzealous admirers of their voice should just stop using Vent to solve their problems. To me, this doesn’t really solve anything — it just lets the harassers control the situation. But I can see how women who are in an otherwise comfortable guild might take the quiet way out, as these commenters suggested.
Of course, there’s the opposite issue that a feminine voice will get extra special treatment. The Oatmeal recently commented on the situation and got some flak for it. (Link is NSFW.) Whether or not he was implying that all female gamers are bad — and I don’t think he was — it is a fact that guys will often be a bit gentler to a female who makes a mistake than a guy in the same situation. I have some theories about why this happens.

  • Some are afraid we’ll cry. And I know this does happen, even by otherwise rational women. “Oh no! I broke the healer!”
  • Some actually do have a low opinion of all female gamers and are therefore cutting them more slack. “It’s not like I expected her to do well.”
  • Some are just so happy that women who share their interests are speaking in their lonely ears and are willing to forgive anything. “She didn’t mean to. She has a pretty voice.”

The last one is more demeaning to males than to females, in my opinion.

And then there are the drama queens who ruin it for everyone. They get in voice chat and flirt with players in committed relationships. They talk over important conversations or activities. They make bawdy jokes but complain when others do the same. They are oversensitive to snarky comments. They are explicit about sexual activities and bodily functions. Most of all, they make it uncomfortable for any other woman to be in Vent. /sigh

What do you think? Should women who get unwanted attention in voice chat just stay out of it? Is there too much coddling of women in groups if they speak in Vent? To female gamers only: Are you OK with the tendency for guys to be easier on you in groups over voice chat? Or do you find it demeaning?

Feb 102012
 

My Dad got me the Kindle version of God, No! by Penn Jillette for my birthday. Yay Dad! And I devoured it as quickly as I could, setting aside the other three or four books I am reading concurrently. It is absolutely a book about atheism, but it is also a book of Penn’s very entertaining memoirs.

The Spousal Unit says that Penn rambles a lot in it.  Perhaps he was looking for an entertaining treatise rather than the mix of atheist tenets and personal reminiscences. It certainly isn’t a serious study. But despite protestations to the contrary that I’ve heard in interviews with Penn, he does attempt to sway you over to atheism at the end.

If I came away with anything new, it was a way to explain atheism to someone who says, “How can you be so sure?” The answer is that I’m not, but anyone who believes in a god is saying they are.

I recommend it to any non-believers and anyone on the fence, of course. But, because it is such an easy and entertaining read, I also recommend it to people who want to understand the mindset of someone without religion. I don’t mean to say that he speaks for all atheists, but he does represent them/us well.

 

I follow The Blag Hag on twitter and have ever since Boobquake. Though I am a non-believer, I am not a part of the atheist community. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to eavesdrop on it occasionally. I have to admit, I had the naive assumption that everyone in the community was rather more enlightened than most. Elevatorgate has educated me about that. Here’s what it is in a nutshell:

The video that started it all:

It rambles, mostly at the part where she accuses herself of rambling, and the important part doesn’t happen until toward the end of the video. But if you have the time, watch the whole thing just so that you can get an idea of who Rebecca Watson is.

The incident:

Rebecca Watson gave a talk about making women feel more comfortable at atheist/skeptic conventions and then went to a bar with a bunch of attendees. At 4am, she excused herself and headed back to her hotel room. An attendee followed her into the elevator and asked her back to his room for coffee. In the video above, she relates the story and tells guys not to do that.

The kerfluffle:

It seems that some guys feel that women shouldn’t feel threatened when alone in an elevator with a strange guy, aaand those that do hate men? Or something? I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the opposing arguments. Maybe it’s my logical brain privilege showing.

Here are my favorite of the links I read:

My take:

“Don’t hit on women in elevators, particularly at 4am in a hotel” is good advice. Anyone who takes that as “Rebecca Watson hates men” is an idiot stupid failing at simple thought processes.

 

 

A little bit of Borax will kill all of the roaches in your home cheaply, quickly, permanently and with no toxicity issues.*

I’ve done it. I’ve published the one sentence that I wish I had read years ago. And if you have any friends who have at all complained about roaches, please forward this to them. Or blog about it yourself and forward that to them. I don’t care. I’m not taking credit. I just know there must be thousands if not millions of people out there that need this information to make their homes safe for themselves and their children.

What does this have to do with Japan and their recent tragedy? First I must tell you about a slum in Canoga Park.

The Spawn, The Spousal Unit and I moved from our apartment in Canoga Park to a much nicer one on the other side of the valley less than a year ago. We are happy with our move and wouldn’t change this event if we could go back in time. There were many reasons to move, one of them being gunplay right outside our window, but the biggest was the management’s complete mismanagement of their roach problem.

Over a year previous to our move, we started getting bugs coming into our bathroom from the adjacent apartment. I complained to the manager who said that our neighbors were old and messy and that there was nothing he could do. We fought the bugs with traditional pesticides and they seemed to leave us alone for the most part, with strays coming over every once in a while. I hated using pesticides because we have a small child and had two cats.

Frostmourne didn't help rid of us the roaches in the old place either.

A few months later, roaches started moving in. This time we got some roach motels which worked for a couple weeks and then failed. We contacted the new management and they sent over a professional pest control guy who put gel in our cupboards. This worked for a couple weeks and then failed. We again complained and they arranged to have us get regular pest control visits. The next time the pest control guy showed up, he expected us to have all of our stuff removed from the kitchen so he could spray and for us to be ready to move out of the apartment for half a day. We weren’t. Several weeks of negotiations, misunderstandings and frustrations later, the bugs were pouring in from all fixtures and electrical sockets.

We stopped negotiating, packed up our things and prepared to move. We discovered when packing that most of our furniture and many of our pristine storage boxes were homes to vast metropolises of roaches. I say “pristine” because you expect to see that kind of thing in this kind of infestation if you’ve thrown a bunch of crap into a cardboard box and let your toddler stuff cheerios in it. But you don’t expect to find clean collectible items from various E3s and BlizzCons that have been neatly stored in closed plastic boxes completely ruined by roaches. Roaches eat paper and are more than happy to eat that and their own poop and each other forever if you let them, it seems. Good to know. So we had to discard about half of our belongings when we moved and knew we were transporting some roaches with us.

In the meantime, I had researched natural ways to control these pests. I found articles about bay leaves and cedar and many other natural remedies that were non toxic and good for the environment. We tried them all. We did seem to have some success with the cedar blocks in our boxes as there didn’t seem to be quite so many hitchhikers as we thought, but nothing eliminated our problem.

Our biggest worry was our fridge. We couldn’t afford a new one and we suspected that there were roaches living inside. After our move, once we managed to hunt down and kill the bugs in the rest of the house that had piggybacked on our stuff, we found we had a constant battle in the kitchen due to the large family/city inside our fridge where we couldn’t do anything about it. We felt terrible. We didn’t like sullying our new place with these horrific creatures and we didn’t like the fact that they certainly must have found their way to other apartments. We fought the battle with traditional means as best we could, completely polluting some areas of our kitchen in order to get rid of some infestations. Yet we still found them lurking, particularly at night. We were miserable.

Did the pesticides and bugs help speed along the demise of our boys? I suspect so.

Then the earthquake hit Japan, causing a tsunami and nuclear disaster. I, like most people, read as much as I could and donated where I could as well. One of the articles I read said that they used boric acid to help with the reduction of radiation in the nuclear reactors. I then googled boric acid to see if that was the same thing as Borax, just to get context.

While googling, I saw an article about boric acid killing roaches which never, ever, EVER, ever came up in all of my previous research. It and a couple of other articles extolled the virtues of how boric acid acts as bait and then the roaches bring it back to their homes and all of them die without any bad effects on your home except for boric acid dust where it may not be visually pleasing.

So I bought a box of Borax for 7 dollars. It’s hard to find pesticides in any form for that little in that quantity. I took a small portion and sprinkled it around my kitchen, particularly near the refrigerator. For the next couple of days, many roaches started making their escape to other parts of the house. We hadn’t seen so many roaches out of the kitchen in weeks. So then The Spousal Unit had the idea to clean up and reapply in the kitchen, this time focusing on all baseboards, under all cupboards and specifically creating a barrier across the doorway into the rest of the apartment. A week after that — one week — we saw no more roaches. None. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. NO ROACHES.

We have used a total of a cup of Borax. Maybe. And our roach problem is gone.

The Spawn relaxing in our roach-free home

This makes me angry. Yes, of course we’re all ecstatic that we are completely roach and pesticide free in our home for so little money and effort. But I’m furious that this information is not known by everyone. This should be common knowledge. Why isn’t it? Why is this only known by a very few people – that you can completely eliminate a massive roach problem by sprinkling a few cents of something benign in some out of the way places? Is there some massive pesticide company conspiracy? Did Raid lobby the FDA so that Borax couldn’t put this amazingly helpful and sanitary use of their product on their labels? What happened here?

Well maybe we can fix it. Please pass this information along.

* It is classified as a poison and should not be ingested, just like your laundry detergent. But you don’t have to evacuate your home to use it or any of the other precautions necessary with normal pesticides. You probably want to make sure your pets don’t step on it and then lick it off though.

Note: I have not been paid by the makers of Borax or anyone for this post. Though I would definitely accept sponsorship money from them, I would let you know if I had.

 

Hey Charlie,

I haven’t seen your interviews, but I have read choice bits of the transcripts, and I have to agree with Dr. Drew. You have got the manic phase of bipolar disorder written all over you. Dammit Charlie, I’m a blogger, not a doctor. But I am bipolar and have a near life long experience with both the mania and the depression. The media can talk about the drugs and booze and sex and gambling issues all day, but when it comes right down to it, stopping those things aren’t the problem. Not knowing the origin of your current state of mind and not having a good support system to deal with it is the problem. It’s just like when it turned out that Britney Spears was bipolar rather than an out of control druggie. She’s now just as special, just as creative, just as her — but not spiralling out of control; doing crazy (yes, crazy) things like shaving her hair in random beauty salons.

I’ve never shaved my head, publicly or privately. I’ve never holed up in hotel rooms with porn stars and blow. I’ve never hung out in a stranger’s yard looking like a homeless person. But this doesn’t mean I don’t know what it’s like for you celebrities who have.

I did do the following:

  • Completely lose track of my spending. Sure, we’re talking hundreds instead of thousands; but if you look at the percentage of income, it’s a lot.
  • Go on binges. Alcohol. Some drugs. Video games. Chain book-reading. They were never addictions. I can always stop without side effects. But they were used in these cases for self-medication.
  • Make life changing decisions on impulse. Like getting married in Vegas to someone I knew for two months, for example.
  • Invent my own religion. No really. I had a graphical presentation and everything. It was more of a philosophy, I guess. I don’t know. I try not to think about it much.

Sure, anyone can do the first three without being bipolar, but it’s the last one and saying you have tiger blood that kinda makes the difference. No, you’re not hallucinating. You don’t really think you have tiger blood. But you do think you’re superhuman. You are beyond special. And you are! But that doesn’t mean that you aren’t out of control, too.

Mania is amazing, particularly on the way up. It’s like taking just the right amount of cocaine and having it pumped through your veins constantly. It’s a delicious feeling of energy and enlightenment and productivity and euphoria. I guess technically, that is the “hypomanic” phase. Again. Not a doctor.

But then the dosage of inner-coke gets upped. And there’s no coming down. You still have all those feelings along with the one where you feel like you are too big for your mortal self. Like your soul might just explode out of you in a grand burst of light. Like you are going to transform into something miraculous and you are going through the uncomfortable in between stage. It’s like you are a superhero trapped in a normal’s body … and I bet it’s even more so when you have the money and fame that you do, Charlie.

The other thing about the super-mania is the lack of effect of substances. You can drink and do drugs by the truckload and it seems to barely affect your mind. It may be doing terrible things to your body (okay, it is doing terrible things to your body), but you can hardly feel anything at all. It definitely adds to the superhuman feeling — unless you know you’re out of control.

Getting diagnosed was such a relief for me. Really. My whole life started to make sense to me. I so wish I could have been properly diagnosed much earlier. But I don’t have a time machine. And even if I did, The Doctor wouldn’t let me fix my life — that timeline fascist that he is.

I don’t like to think of myself as mentally ill. I prefer clinically different. When I properly channel my crazies into doing my little internet show or writing, then I feel that I am special. Very special. Though I have many regrets, I can now comfortably accept my issues and love my life.

I think my being diagnosed and learning to properly live with it — and being open about it — has helped me be a better person and a better parent.

I still have issues that I need to fix. But I know I can get there; all I need to do is keep channeling my specialness more productively, with the help of a good support system.

I do think that most of the medication options out there make you sick and stupid, however. Those are still better than ruining your life or dead. But, they don’t really work as a long term solution for those of us who don’t want to be sick and stupid all the time. Carrie Fisher swears by electric shock. Margot Kidder says megavitamins are the thing.

You can’t do what worked best for me, Charlie, because you just don’t have the equipment. The fact is that nothing worked better than getting pregnant and then becoming a mommy. Also, being able to write really helped.

Controlling your mania is where the real power is, Charlie. Get diagnosed and get help and then all your fans will forgive you, just like they did every other celebrity meltdown.

 

It’s a rainy, cold day this morning in Los Angeles. Yes, cold means below 60 (F) and yes, that makes me a wimpy southern Californian. But I’m among my people — they’re all cold with me. And that includes the homeless man in front of me at Starbucks a few minutes ago.

This guy is a long-time street-dweller judging by the length of his facial hair and his near-total loss of communication skills. He could barely hold it together so that he could express his desire for a warm beverage. He pretty much just handed over his two bucks and attempted a request for coffee.

Cashier Chicky: Weren’t you just in here?
Homeless Guy: …
CC: Weren’t you just in here?
Homeless Guy: …

At this point I started to fear a scene in which he was going to be asked to leave. I looked into her face to see her intentions and then she said:

You were. I’m only going to charge you for a refill. Here’s your change.

He was shaking so bad, he dropped the $1.50 on the floor. By the time he picked it up, his coffee was in front of him.

I’m a sap, so I almost cried. She wasn’t accusing him of anything, she was just trying to give him a teeny bit of charity without actually seeming to.

I like to support local businesses, even those that are parts of huge chains, because local businesses are still run and usually owned by local people. But I only support those that are managed well and where the employees look happy to be there. I’m so happy this is the closest Starbucks to me because I want to come back often.

I even forgive them for playing Hall and Oates the other day. Here have an earworm.

 

I wrote this two Fridays ago, but forgot to publish it.

I have spent the entire day moderating the comments on the latest Drama Mamas, which is about transgender bullying. (This is me being annoyed that transgender is getting the squiggly red underline telling me it’s not a word.) Yes, I know. It’s to be expected. And I did. But I’m exhausted and crabby and here’s why: the haters who weren’t complete mindless fascists kept saying the same thing over and over:

Keep your personal life out of my World of Warcraft.

I used to have that dream. Really. I mean, that is my biggest complaint about WoW. Unless I play on an RP server, turn off all public chat and hide in a strict RP guild — I have to hear everyone’s personal life, beliefs, loves, hates, etc. Back in EQ, Out Of Character chat was kept in /ooc for the most part. Actually, that’s not true. Out of game chat was kept in /ooc.  We didn’t all RP, but we did all keep non-game related stuff out of the game, usually. Those who didn’t were frowned upon. Sure we talked about personal lives but it was in whispers or it was game related. For example:

Raid Leader: Hey, we’re going to have to call the raid if one of our priests doesn’t log on.

Me: What about PriestGuy? He’s on.

Raid Leader: He drops acid for raids and so we never know if he’s going to be available or hopping through the posters on his wall into another world.

Me: Ah.

This was information I didn’t want to know about the guy, but it was game related. So, the complainers in the comments say, “Right! That’s what we’re talking about! Keep it game related!”

Uh huh. What if it is? When you say “wife aggro,” you are giving an excuse for an absence from the game. But you are also saying “I am heterosexual, I have a wife and I am not satisfying her needs in our relationship and therefore I have to try to slap an insincere band aid on it and return to what I really care about.” Or something. But that’s another topic. The point is, you are revealing those things just like if a guy says “boyfriend aggro,” he’s saying “I’m gay,” which to the haters means “I am homosexual and I’m flaunting it. FLAUNTING IT.” No wait, that’s not the point. The actual point is that phrases like wife aggro are used to explain why you have to go AFK or log off and are therefore “game related” … kinda. But they also reveal parts of your personal life and are not able to be used by those whose lives the haters don’t want to know about.

Now, I’m not saying that people who are flaunting their sex lives should be doing that in public chat. Oh no. I don’t want to hear about how DramaQueen got her urinary tract infection in Trade Chat (true story) and I don’t want to hear about who got laid Saturday night in guild. However, when a transgender refers to herself as a girl, but has a guy’s voice — well that shouldn’t fall under the TMI category.

We all bring our personal lives into Azeroth while we’re playing unless we are strictly RPing, even if it’s just to say, “Sorry I’m late, I was watching the game.” See? Now you’ve just told us that you like watching sports on TV. Your “normal life” info is personal info. If you really want the people whose lives you think are abnormal to keep it out of the game, then you need to do the same. But you’re not going to. So they shouldn’t have to either.

Google is my hero

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Jan 132010
 

I’ve always loved Google, but after reading about their new China policy, I adore them even more.  Until we stop being complicit in the severe human rights violations in China, their options for freedom are limited.  I hope that this begins a trend of U.S. companies that are no longer willing to stomp on human rights just to make a buck.

And I’m not just saying this because I want a Nexus One.  I do.  But that’s entirely beside the point.

[Via Mashable]

 


Since Noblegarden started in WoW, WoW Insider has been getting tips from readers complaining about the sexist nature of the Achievement: Shake your Bunny-Maker. So I posted about it, not really explaining my opinion, instead opting to explain both sides of the controversy. So here is my full opinion on the topic:

I am not at all offended by the achievement. I like the pop culture references in WoW and am enjoying the holiday in general. I also don’t mind what some call the inherent sexism in all games. The fact that Night Elves dance like strippers and my Blood Elf Mage is running around in her underwear is funny. To be very, very general here, gamer guys don’t tend to be mysogonistic, but they do like the very mild sexist tendencies in their games, TV, movies, etc. They want to see skin, but are perfectly happy to see it on a strong female role model. In fact, they prefer it… in general.

I also don’t find Playboy offensive. It’s classy “porn” with good writing. And posing in it can be very empowering as well as lucrative for the Playmates. I don’t think men look at naked women to objectify them, but because it is in their nature to enjoy the female form.

But putting bunny ears only on level 18 female characters is of course a reference to Playboy and Blizzard risked offending their feminist players when they enabled the achievement. I don’t like controversies in my games, so that is why I wish they hadn’t put that particular level requirement and made it equal opportunity gender.

Making the world a better place for my daughter would not involve removing Playboy or porn in general. I would like to see nudity on primetime television and a reduction in violence. More boobies, less blood! I grew up in Germany and saw full frontal nudity in advertisments and on Sesame Street and am not traumatized. I want my daughter to have a healthy view of her body and nudity in general and hiding “sexist” references is not going to accomplish that.

Anyway, those are my thoughts on the subject. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go Shake My Bunny-Maker before the event ends.

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