Here’s the info on the streams for Living Game Worlds IV, so those who aren’t here in Atlanta can attend virtually!
Living Game Worlds IV streaming info
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Takin’ the midnight train to GA
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Nov 302008
Or the early morning flight, at any rate. Am off to Living Game Worlds IV — which is still taking walk-in registrations. (And yes, I just got back home a day ago).
Sorry for the low blog rate this past week. It was nice to be mostly offline, though. 🙂
Compulsive gamers ‘not addicts’
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Nov 292008
Ninety per cent of the young people who seek treatment for compulsive computer gaming are not addicted.
So says Keith Bakker the founder and head of Europe’s first and only clinic to treat gaming addicts.
Via TerraNova, where there is further discussion.
Cooking Mama, The Unauthorized PETA Edition: Mama Kills Animals | PETA.org
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Nov 262008
Cooking Mama, The Unauthorized PETA Edition: Mama Kills Animals | PETA.org.
Given my kids’ reaction to it (glee), I am not sure that it will actually accomplish its purpose, but it is interesting to see games used as advocacy this way.
Although, once you get to the point that the eggs are bleeding, maybe it’s more accurate to call it propaganda.
Play it:
The Sunday Poem: The Spencer Wheelhouse
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Nov 232008
I am in Kannapolis, North Carolina, on vacation. My dad recently moved here. Naturally we are exploring the area — did you know that Salisbury steak comes from the time a train’s chef didn’t have a T-Bone for a passenger, so he made him two burger patties mashed together as they pulled into the Salisbury station here?
In fact, the area’s history is heavy on the trains. And hence the poem (and pics) here today, which resulted from our visit to the North Carolina Transportation Museum.
The Spencer Wheelhouse
Enough’s been written now about old 97,
The way she rushed downhill to reach the Spencer Yards,
How she ran the rails ragged off the Stillhouse Trestle
And died a steamer’s death, splinters all afire.
