Hey. I know no one really reads this thing, but no worries there. That’s why I don’t update it. I mean, come on. A thing to cover what I’ve been up to? Twitter exists, people… though I don’t have it posted here. It’s @digiwombat, if anyone’s bored.

Anyway, Long Beach Comic Expo went really well, Wondercon was a good time, and Anaheim is this weekend. I’m really looking forward to hitting a lot of cons this year.

Deadtective is done as well, so I’ll probably post that up at some point. It’s quite off-the-wall in its manner, but it’s still fun.

Right… that’s really all I’ve got. I’m off.

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Hey kids.

In the interests of actually trying to remember to update this blog with something other than my own whiny, self-indulgent crap, I’m going to talk about the stuff I’ve been up to lately. No one cares about that stuff, but still. Whatever! On with the show.

Writing

Well, sort of a lot of good stuff going on in the writing realm. I am going to be starting on a new screenplay soon. That’s probably the least fun thing I’m working on right now, honestly. Haha. So quick run down.

  • Deadtective is currently being drawn. I think the original date was January, might push a little bit. Definitely going to be out in time for Wondercon, barring some horrible accident.
  • Lifelike, a great, sexy zombie story I am doing with my friend Jamilyn, is currently in the early stages of being drawn. The first bit for it is a 12-page script for a little horror anthology we’re doing. It’s only really horror in the loosest terms though. Planning to do a short series of proper issues as well. I’ll post more information on that one when I’ve got stuff to show.
  • Just finished a script for the Comic Bug anthology. They’re the comic shop I go to. The story is called Trying and it’s a good bit of fun. The anthology script is eight pages, but I plan to do a proper length thing for that as well since I like the characters and the concept.
  • Outside of that, it’s same old, same old. Still looking for artists for other stuff. Or for their own stuff. Hell, I don’t care.

Outside of that, I plan to be attending a bunch of cons this year. As many as I can manage. Here’s a tentative list, with definite attendance starred in bold.

  • Wonder-Con
  • Wizard World Anaheim
  • San Diego Comic Con
  • Alternative Press Expo
  • Emerald City Comic Con
  • Long Beach Comic Con
  • Long Beach Comic Expo
  • Anime Expo (Ha.)
  • CTN Animation Expo
  • Adult Con (awwww yeah)

Reading

Well that’s more fun than me droning on about what I’m doing for work all the time.

So let’s see… I’m reading X-Men stuff as usual. Not as much manga as I’d like, but the death of the scanslation sites paired with my horrible laziness really killed that. I just did Power Girl’s first two trades. Those were good times. I’m about to dive into finished up Madame Xanadu and I finally got the first trade of Gotham City Sirens. LOTS TO DO THERE! I still need to finish up DEMO.

OH! I read Heralds, it was good. Major propers to Kathryn Immonen for putting out some great words. Everyone seemed to skip Heralds (including me), but it is a must read for sure. Proves Marvel could give their female characters more attention with a proper writer.

Playing

World of Warcraft. That is all. :|

I played a bit of New Vegas. Same old, same old. Already hit 85 in WoW… probably I’ll pick up some Starcraft II and play that. In other news, I’m more or less over Minecraft. I don’t know… I just hit that edge where I’m doing the same shit over and over and there’s no more point in continuing on with it. I understand the mechanics, I’ve created amazing works of art and braved the depths and built luxurious homes and all that crap. The 10th house was pretty much the limit for me.

RIGHT! That’s it for me. I’ll be adding some more writing stuff when there is something to add.

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You might be doing it wrong.

Let me state this plainly before I get into the cold hard writing/pacing shit that this post is going to turn into. Zombies don’t run. That’s a cold hard fact of the lore. This running business? Well, let me take a moment to explain just why that shit is catching on. There are a couple of reasons that form a vicious cycle of stupidity.

It’s Popular

The kiddies down the street love that shit. Why do they love that shit? Well that will lead to me putting more words in bold.

People are stupid.

That’s right. I said it. Once upon a time, zombie movies were stories about the human condition and commentaries on greater ideas of the world. So what’s a film company to do when that shit won’t sell? Or maybe it does, but only to critics and skinny people who sit around stroking their beards and thinking about Darfur?

CORRECT! You make zombies into action movies… aww, but that’s hard. They’re slow. Slow doesn’t make action do. Me need action do! What if zombin can do running? THEN AM GOOD! CAN HAVE CHASE SCENE! Yeah, it’s pretty much that. But let’s hit on the other problems before I start whining about how to fix things up.

… you know what? Let me just toss the other minor points out the window and go with:

It’s easy

This one lands on the creative side of the puzzle. Sure, a film company will be more likely to fund something that’s popular, but I guarantee that most of the executives have no idea what the end result different between runny zombies and walky zombies is without seeing finished product examples. It’s probably partly their fault and the popularity drives it along, sure. But let’s look at the other angle.

What’s easier than pacing a thoughtful movie where the ever looming threat drives psychological breakdowns and highlights discord among humans even in the toughest of situations? EASY! A fun-filled, laugh-a-minute, thrill-ride where there’s a spry zombie around every corner just waiting to chase you down in an exciting way. It’s easy! And hell, why should I have to pace out the harrowing story of a group who choose to make camp in a mall when I could just have people chasing other people around so they can bite them? OH! And don’t forget Twinkie jokes!

That’s not to say I dislike Zombieland or the Dawn of the Dead remake, but in my mind, they are not zombie stories. Zombies don’t fucking run. At best, these are a subgenre of zombie movies that I’d dub “fasties” or something equally lame. But much like… well, let’s go with I Am Legend and Fallout, they aren’t zombie stories, just apocalyptic monster stories.

Can we fix it?

I’d like to think so, but I’m losing hope, honestly. There are stories out there that can sate the purist side, but they’re dwindling. Max Brooks is doing nicely for those of us who love proper zombies. He’s even laid out how it works to save assholes like me a ton of time explaining things to people. Then there’s Robert Kirkman’s The Walking Dead (the comic). It is an amazing story put together by a very talented writer who knows how to pace shit properly. Honestly, the TV adaptation of said comic was sort of like a Great Zombie Hope for me, and it fell horribly short of expectations, which really makes no sense. Ah well. Whatever.

Still, I think one great zombie story, PROPER zombie story, will get us back on track. It will bring attention to the fact that a well-paced, interesting zombie story doesn’t need running or giant gun battles. In fact, it will show just the opposite. That the oppressive atmosphere of having to mind yourself constantly is much more compelling than running around and shooting. I mean, yeah, there will be panic and there will be shooting, but that will make it worse, not better. And the false sense of security that is so rarely punished in modern zombie flicks will be torn to shreds by that one zombie you just didn’t think was behind the curtain.

B

I added a couple of new writing projects to the list. I will likely add some more when I get some preliminary character art for them. Things are rolling along nicely and I made some fun new friends at Long Beach Comic Con, which I will be at every year until it is no longer a thing that you can be at. Going to try to work out some other con visits, but we’ll see how that goes. The plan is to get a booth as soon as I have some comics to push and to start forcing said comics onto any poor soul that will read them.

Right! I should update this more, but I am too busy writing shit lately, so I won’t be too concerned. OH! And here are some links to nice people.

Lance Sawyer
Will Strode
Lindsey Lea
Zen

And I already knew them before LBCC, but:

Jamilyn
Luis Calderon

Please do check all this cool cats out. They are made of magick. And I probably missed people, but damnit, I can’t be expected to remember things!

B

So I decided I needed something that I could post online to whore out to people if they wanted to see my writing, so I decided, why not do a zombie story? They’re pretty common anymore and people like them, so I figured I should do mine. So this is mine. An ongoing zombie story from the point of view of three very different people. You’ll meet them all in due time, but I’m not going to rush this one. SO ENJOY! And if you don’t, then don’t.

I’ve got a site set up for it in the interests of getting it more of a feel for the world surrounding things.

That site is over here: http://tda.randallfitzgerald.net/

Anyway, hopefully people will dig it, I know like 5 people know who I am, but whatever.

B

So I’m sitting here, fresh out of a shower I didn’t need, wondering about the direction my life has gone and the life I’ve lived.

That’s not really true, mostly what I’m thinking about is whether I like the smell of this new body wash I decided to get on impulse because I came to the realization recently that I hadn’t washed myself like a proper human being for several years at least. I mean, I shower regularly, with soap, but it’s mostly a key area sort of cleaning. So the smell of this body wash. It’s some Axe garbage, but it smelled pretty good in the store, but now that I’m wrapped in its unrelenting musk I can only sort of wonder if Cactus Milk Scrubby Bullshit is the smell for me. Or rather if it’s the smell a potential mate wants to smell on me, not that I’m rife with problems of a nature concerning close physical contact with women. I wish I had those problems, but being choosy is sort of its own punishment, right? So anyway, this smell. It started hitting me in the face just after I’d used it to shower with and it got me to thinking about the smell. It smelled familiar and maybe that’s what led to the purchase. And then it hit. Holy fuck, I smell like a god damn frat boy.

Just my luck, I don’t place the smell until I’m awash in its unforgiving arms and it does rather the opposite of what I’d intended it to do. I wanted something to sort of relax me after a long day of fairly stressful events. Well, they weren’t stressful events, just normal ones. Normal ones for normal people, but in the sort of mindset I’ve created for myself, one I like quite much and is based on reasonable things, they become a sort of stress because I quickly realize there’s not place for me in them and the sort of thing I imagined coming of them isn’t to come.

This is no one’s fault, I just have a particular set of people around whom I am comfortable and I’ve built it that way based on the person I am, which is more or less the person I want to be. Now, I know that’s vague but it’s worth mentioning.

So now I find myself sitting here writing the sort of idle bullshit I used to hate myself for, and that I’ll probably find in five years when I’m happily married to some cute, neurotic cynic girl who I tricked with my powers of manly persuasion and hate myself for all over again.

Then I smell that fucking smell again and my brain’s back off thinking about how I am sure now I don’t want to smell this way. I have to buy new body wash tomorrow. Probably something from Old Spice because, and these are things I consider regularly, their scents tend to fit my natural smell in a much more complimentary way.

I don’t think about it all the time. Just when I smell myself or myself mixed with their products or whatever. And that’s not an advertisement or anything… but I wanted to like the Axe shit. They Cactus Bullshit stuff, I liked the idea of it more than the smell and that’s why I bought it. I bought an idea because it suited my mood. It had Exfoliating Bullshit for Smooth Skin for Ladies Who Don’t Exist and all that sort of shit they advertise. I’m amazed they don’t keep them by the fucking condoms. But now I smell like this, probably for another entire day. It sort of makes me want to go jump in the ocean just so I don’t smell like the sort of fucking people who use the semi-word “bro” as an entire sentence. Then I wonder why I hate those people, then I think up reasons. Then I smell the fucking body wash again and I sort of want to go to the grocery store right now to buy more body wash and take another shower I don’t need to take and then spend another hour wondering if I’ve smelled any particular brand of douchebag who smells like this particular product…

But then the last time I went to the grocery store, I couldn’t find the body wash. Like, seriously, there’s two aisles of shit there, how can I not find body wash? The shampoo was there. Maybe I overlooked it on purpose because one of those mongoloid late-night stockers who ignore you when it’s time to fucking check out so you have to go find them.

I guess I could go back to Walgreens, but why? The man-faced black lady would definitely recognize me because I bought a loofah with no price tag on it so she had to get the semi-goth to check the price. I didn’t own a loofah. But she’d recognize me and it’s cheaper at Ralph’s anyway, so why bother? They’re like a block away from one another, I just figured Walgreen’s was more likely to have a loofah. It’s a nice product, especially for a guy with a shaved head like mine.

The smell has faded just the slightest bit, but that just makes me wish it would go away entirely. I’ve tried to stop going to the closer grocery store because there’s a nicer one up by the bank. They have better meat and that sort of shit and it’s a nicer store, by which I really mean it’s generally more filled with white people and Asians who look like they’re from countries I don’t associate with dog fighting or Pol Pot. It’s racist, but my urge to pretend I’m not a racist easily loses the fight to the side of me who likes that the store feels more like one of those posh assholes shops like Gelson’s where the same products cost thirty-cents more just because that’s a good way to keep the blacks out. I’m a sucker for that sort of cheap taste of what we all imagine is the good life. Also they have really good chocolate milk there. But it’s like seven dollars a bottle and every time I pay that much for chocolate milk, I sort of feel like I’m insulting my own intelligence. But it’s really good milk.

I turned the fan to face me, but it just made it worse. Maybe I should just go to bed. I’m not tired though, I just want to keep typing, even though my fingers are starting to get stiff in protest to the pointless movement I’m imparting on them after a long day of, at most, holding a cup, and, with slightly less frequency, scratching myself. Though I have taken to constantly touching my own head. I shave my own head now because twenty dollars is too fucking much to pay a Filipino girl to spend five minutes running one of those hair shaving things over my head. Clippers, I think they’re called? That sounds right anyway. So I spend the first couple of days after I shave my head touching it because I’m just convinced a spot of hair is going to suddenly feel longer than the rest or that there’s going to be some anomaly that pops up on my head and then I’m going to have to throw that into the pile of reasons while I might be physically less attractive to the opposite sex right next to the others. Like I have this mole or something back there. it’s squishy and it sticks up, but I have no idea what it looks like, pretty normal, I guess, but still, I’m too lazy to try to look at it so in my mind it’s probably much larger than it really is. I sort of imagine it like this nipple that everyone can see, and wants to see because who the fuck has ever seen a head nipple? I’d probably start at one for hours if I saw it on someone else. Maybe it’s not like that. But then, people I know are going to read this so now they’re going to want to look at my head nipple. I should stop calling it that.

It’s mixed with my own scent now it’s disconcerting more than anything. My brain’s firing of protests as if to say “Good sir, this is not how we smell. Clearly something is amiss.” My brain talks like that because it’s an asshole. So I was trimming my beard… I wanted to look like a person who notices things like hygiene for the thing I went to today, so I had to go to Target and get stuff since all my clothes are dirty… I’m supposed to go do laundry tomorrow, but it’s looking less and less like that will happen as I sit here typing our this masturbatory joke that doesn’t seem to want to end. So I was getting ready for this thing and I was trimming my facial hair and I cut a chunk out. That’s a dilemma, right? I stand there and look at it for a minute and just shrug. I could cut the rest but then I might look like a giant idiot then anyway, and a patch of slightly shorter chin hair isn’t going to kill anyone. At least that’s what I told myself. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about it something like 900 times while I was out. Even now I’m sort of retrospectively thinking about how I should have thought about it when I was going to get the loofah. Like I’m worried I wasn’t prepared for a situation wherein man-face commented on my novice stature as a… you know… clipper user guy. Or maybe if someone had laughed at me I would have wondered why. No one did, it’s not that noticeable or anything.

I think it was sort of going away so I smelled my arm, but it’s still there, just less wafty now, I guess. I shouldn’t smell my arm anymore. Not until I have new body wash. I’ll get some tomorrow. I think I might be tired enough to go to sleep now.

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Thought I was a one trick pony, didn’t you? Thought I could only tell jokes and talk about fuckin’ in the butt. WELL SURPRISE, SURPRISE! Because that’s actually all I can do. … what? It’s a pretty good trick.

But in the interests of doing more than one of these things, I figured I’d try to come up with something I’ve put a lot of thought into and then throw all those thoughts out and ramble on for a few paragraphs about an entirely different subject. So what is it this time? WELL! If you’re retarded and don’t read post titles, I can happily report that I’ll be talking a little bit about character naming and why it’s important to put a little bit of thought into them and the various reasons you might want to.

As far as I can tell from reading the thoughts of other writers on how they name characters there are more or less two major ways people go about deciding what to name characters. Some people just name their characters whatever they want or name them after people they know. We’ll call this the Willy Nilly School of Character Naming, because that’s fun. It doesn’t matter what we call it. The second group like to fill their character names with all sort of subtext and secret meeting based on the nature of the character or symbolism or garbage like that (I’ll be covering ways in which symbolism is garbage later on). We’ll call this the Doucher School of Character Naming. This is an extremely popular method in Japan in overbearing bullshit writing (like I do! YEAH!)

So, those are the two schools and looking at them, you can probably sort of discern which one you fall into, more or less. It’s a generalization, obviously, and there are degrees but there’s no writer who falls immediately in the middle. You either care about the character names or you just toss them around. Of course, this is most of the time. We likely all throw a friend’s name in at some point or another. I mean the important ones.

But that’s not the point! The schools don’t matter. That being said, the Douchebags are likely to follow me a bit more easily and I have no real reason to preach this to them. This is for the caution to the wind namers. SO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE SUBJECT AT HAND.

Let’s start by asking a question. Why should I think about a character’s name? WELL I’M GLAD YOU ASKED! There are a few.

THE FIRST REASON!

It’s a simple one that a lot of people overlook, I feel like. We all know that there are sounds that are satisfying to make. This has nothing to do with subtext or meaningful symbolism or cuntshit like that. This is just a matter of reader interest. People like people with cool names that are fun to say. So take a minute and think of some of your favorite character names. I’LL NAME A COUPLE OF MINE! Keep in mind, favorite names doesn’t necessarily mean favorite characters, so don’t be an asshole.

  • Snake Pliskin
  • Luke Cage
  • Doc Holliday
  • Logan
  • Jack Burton

Let’s end it there for sake of brevity. I know it’s mostly guys, but they tend to make my point the most dramatically, I think. These names are all pleasing to say because they’re sort of forceful and fun and sound awesome just rolling of the tongue. If you don’t believe me, try to enjoy saying Abernung Quiddegambdadge every time you want to talk about a character. There are dozens of examples of this in the comic world especially. Stan Lee is a big proponent of this in his own way. His trick for making character names fun to say was alliteration. And it works. Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Sue Storm, Reed Richards, Bruce Banner, Matt Murdoch. And it goes on and on with other characters. It’s not always the case, but it works. A character’s name being fun to say makes that character more enjoyable just by the very nature of a person enjoying making sounds that are enjoyable to make. And if it’s fun to say, it’s probably fun to think. Favorable. IT’S PSYCHOLOGY, MAN! So think about how your character’s name sounds. This doesn’t necessarily have to apply to just the entire name if their last name never comes up. Likewise, it doesn’t excuse shit writing or a bad character, it just adds a tiny amount of enjoyability overall. And this is about creating entertainment. But wait, there’s more!

THE SECOND THING!

And this one is even more important. You NEED to think about what your character name says about the character. Let’s look at the names I listed above. Snake Pliskin. It has a sort of symmetry to it. It evokes the idea of slithering, it gives you an idea that this guy, while probably a badass, is more suited to doing things quietly.

This is in direct contrast to some other names on the list. Luke Cage, Jack Burton. Very forceful, full of strong sounds that force your to make auditory full stops on your way through them. The syllables are hard instead of soft. They give you an idea of a badass who is ready to do something brash or jump on a motherfucker when some motherfuckering needs to go down.

This one might require a bit more thought on your part, but it will pay dividends in a much bigger way than the first thing. It’s probably something you don’t give a lot of thought to, but the sounds we use to make up the names we give our characters create an idea of the character. Luke Cage is probably a badass where Lucas Cagen is maybe more of a thinker.

It could be said that this is an extension, or the same as, of the first one, but I disagree. Bruce Banner is a fun name to say, but in my mind doesn’t conjure up an image of an earnest scientist.

Now this might pose a mental issue for some people where you think “Well, is someone’s mom going to name her kid something that’s going to make that kid a badass just for the sake of it?” And that’s a fair point. But it goes beyond that. The sounds create an idea that you can then mould to your character’s personality. That is to say, there are sounds that aren’t on either end of that spectrum that you can use to create more subtle ideas. Subtle ideas to fit more subtle characters in a world where things aren’t meant to be so blatant. But that often requires more than just thinking about the sound. So let’s go to the last thing…

THE LAST THING!

Okay, I’ll try to keep this one sort of short since I meant this to be small-ish articles and this is over 1000 words by a good bit now. So let me be a pompous cunt and talk about my own naming process.

I like to combine all of those things above. I will never name a character something alienating. There are tons of names that have fallen out of the parlance and are not fun to say or contain letter combination that feel old fashioned. Dolores, Edith, Abraham, Clemment, Ida, Thaddeus. None of these names are in common usage, and while it’s often tempting to name your characters things that seem to you to be unique, just know that there are tons of people thinking that same thing. Further, if it doesn’t fit the character for some story reason that’s charming, it’ll likely just end up being a quirky name. And being quirky for the sake of it is just lazy and stupid and it was cute when you were six, but now it’s just… lame.

So I avoid that. I like to find names that aren’t overly common, but I know that the name will work a lot better if it has an air of familiarity to it. It makes your character name memorable while adding an amount of entertainment value on a subtle level.

With all that said, I also like to make sure I inject a little bit of fun into the names just for my own sake. Like, I make their names super obtuse references to some character trait of theirs or things like that. It’s not meant to be meaningful, just fun for me and anyone else who notices, which isn’t super likely if they didn’t read this post.

Okay, time to wrap it up. I think about all of these things when I name my characters and I try to strike a nice balance between the first two while putting in something fun for myself, AT LEAST with my main characters. With sub character, I focus on the first two, more on the second one than anything. A name can be less fun sounding if it paints a better picture. But I’m in the Douchebag School of Naming. At least a little, anyway. I think that lends itself to better writing, but that’s more my opinion and isn’t necessary as character names are fairly needless in general. They’re incidental. It’s just some bit of fun for me and I feel it probably adds a bit of quiet attachment for readers.

I guess as a last thing, I should say I probably spend as much time thinking up a name for a character as I do developing the entire personality and look and all that. Maybe slightly less. That’s not to say I spend a small amount of time on either. Rather the opposite. I want my characters names to speak to people in much the same way I want their actions to. I want my creations to be complete from start to finish, so I think about their past and their parents and their personalities and everything. For me, it makes writing a lot more fun and it adds a confidence that I know the character I’m writing. You have to love them, damnit. Even if you hate them.

B

This is going to be a short post. Other Secrets of Writing posts might be longer, but who can say, really. I figured I would help share with you some of the ultimate truths of writing and things that will make your life as a pretend writer a lot easier. As you might have gleaned from the title of the post, this one is going to be a quick overview of sexual positions.

No, we’re not going to discuss how to aptly describe sexual positions. That’s no secret. No, today’s secret is how to come up with awesome sounding sexual positions to use in your own dialogue. I mean, sure you could use the established ones, like Dirty Sanchez, Pearl Necklace, The Pirate, or The Spiderman, but who wants to stick to ground that’s already been tread? Oh, and before you go unleashing your talents all over the eager faces of your readers, make sure you remember to NOT describe the position. Mystery makes it all the better.

Okay! You ready? The secret for coming up with amazing sexual position names is really quite simple. You simply take the name of a town, state, region, or country and combine it with a snackfood of some kind and you’re set. Don’t believe me? Then have a gander at these examples.

  • The African Twizzler
  • The Tallahassee Ruffle
  • The Hungarian Bon Bon
  • The South African Double Stuf
  • The Carolina Moon Pie

See? Easy as can be. Obviously you need to make sure you put things together wisely. Alliteration can be your friend as it’s always funny, but make sure they make sense. Things like The Hamburg Dots sound more like VD than a sexy good time you might have in one of Germany’s loveliest cities.

Enjoy this amazing Secret of Writing and godspeed, writos.

B

Well, I finally updated the writing section of the site since I realized it’s probably a lot more convenient than me sending attachments to everyone on the planet. Right now there are just a few samples up for three projects that I am working on actively. I have other ones that I will get samples made up for later.

Until then enjoy. If you see anything you like, please do feel free to use the contact form to shoot me a message. Oh and please to keep in mind that I reserve all rights on everything posted in the writing section, so don’t try stealing my shit or I will be very cross. They’re purposely short samples to try to keep that stuff from happening, but hey, always good to have samples.

Just click on the W and you’ll be swimming in samples. It’s good times. Enjoy.

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So, if you haven’t heard, Blizzard was planning to make people who choose to use their forums display their real name. Of course, the internet did what it does best and showed Blizzard the concentrated version of what they would have done to any number of female players or people who stepped outside of what a random observer felt was acceptable. And Blizzard got scared. As well they should.

This seemed to be a fairly popular idea among the sort of people who think the internet needs to be “cleaned up.” Or that Blizzard was doing this in the interests of “the greater good.” Cue creepy Hot Fuzz flashbacks.

But the fact that internet nannies like Shane Satterfield think it’s a good idea should go a long way to explaining exactly why it’s not. His cohorts on the podcast try to make extremely valid points. That this could be dangerous for people who didn’t do anything wrong, which he insists is impossible for reasons… well fuck it. Let me break those reasons down right now.

Firstly, he says people can’t do anything with just a person’s real name. That is wholly untrue. I, personally, could find a great deal of information about a person without ever having to leave the comfort of the internet. Anyone can. Google makes it very easy to type in a name and immediately find lots of information about most people. Where you went to school, where you currently live, who you work for. Tons of things. And that’s without being motivated. A motivated party need spend a bit of money or take things offline by way of a phone call and he can access any amount of more specific data.

Let’s go with that for the second one, he says no one is motivated. His proof for this is that famous people have stopped stalkers fairly easily. You know, RICH people. Who lives in LA. Where the cops care. You are a naive man, Shane. Moreover, does it have to be outright stalking? He is more or less protected by a number of veils here. He’s never had a stranger call his home and say something threatening then try to go to the cops about it. He’s never letters hand delivered to his mailbox saying disturbing things. I don’t wish these things to happen to him, but I have played the internet game a lot more seriously then he ever has. It’s not a realm he has any business commenting on.

Thirdly, he claims that when people realize there are tons of women online, men will no longer be interested in them. This further proves that he is naive and probably at least a little bit in denial about the nature of man. Just because there are a lot of women doesn’t meant you notice all of them. Not long after the announcement, 4chan was discussing it on their video games board. One of the first posts was someone in support of the idea saying he’d always wanted to know the real name of a girl in his guild who sounds sexy so he can “bump into her.” You know, accidentally. Think about it Shane. We don’t pursue the women we see because we forget other women exist. We pursue the ones we see because we see them. It’s the biological imperative and it goes much farther than it should in some people.

So let’s address a further fact that is a fan favorite amongst the “Let’s do away with privacy in the name of what I personally consider civility” crowd. They say, “Well, hey man, like… you don’t even have you USE the forums. Blizzard doesn’t have to respect your privacy man. It’s a private business.” Firstly, no it’s not. Activision Blizzard is a publicly traded company. Not that that changes the private nature of things. I just felt like being contrary for a moment. But let’s get back to the idea at hand and expand on it a bit.

Do I have to use the forums? No, I don’t. Furthermore, if you don’t like what’s on the forums, the trolling, the idiocy… do you? You want to make parts of the internet more palatable for yourself. It’s sick. It’s restriction in the interests of making things feel better for sissies. And the worst part is that these are people who would call themselves liberal. Who think banning books is offensive. It’s not a free speech issue because it’s not a government issue, but it’s a willful stifling of people none-the-less. Or an attempt to do so, anyway. And what happens when other sites catch onto the idea? Now the people who may have seen the internet as an escape from their lives are stuck back in their own body by someone who has just done it to keep someone from posting insults or spamming memes. I hate memes as much as the next guy, but you know what? The guy who posted it doesn’t. And more power to him. He should have fun as much as he wants.

It’s a giant denial of what internet culture is. It’s a bunch of people saying “I don’t like the way THESE users use the service. I want to make this service be for people I see as intelligent or enlightened or more worthwhile without making a service myself.” It’s just fucking depressing.

But WAIT! I’m not done yet. There’s one more point I want to touch on. As Americans, anyway, we hold our right to privacy to be pretty important. The Supreme Court has upheld that idea a number of times. So with that in mind, let’s consider the size and power of the internet. It’s a vast service with vast implications for our personal right to privacy. When other technologies became that integral a part of our everyday life, they have had one thing in common. Regulation. From the auto industry to agricultural industries to the use of radio frequencies. They have been necessary and were (with some exceptions) in the interests of ACTUALLY protecting citizens of this country. There are already digital privacy laws, but the last time they were updated was 1986 under Ronald Reagan. It’s the advent of ideas like these combined with the amazing reach of Facebook and the amount of information they have that drastically underscore the need to update these laws to make SURE the availability of our identity is on our own terms.

Which is the whole point of all of it. How I choose to handle my own personal information may be nothing like how the next person chooses to handle theirs. And it’s important that as little of that information be available freely as is possible. I, like Shane and a number of people on the GameTrailers podcast, have no problem sharing information with people. But friends and family members may not feel that way. Just because I am comfortable with it doesn’t mean other people have to be. Maybe the easiest way to get to the crux of this for Shane would be to ask how he would feel if it was his wife’s name that was out there and someone from her WoW guild took a liking to her and decided to track her down. Moreover, does he think the privacy of his wife’s information is his decision or Blizzard’s decision to make? Somehow I doubt it.

But that’s fine. Like I said, Blizzard rolled things back which will hopefully keep the idea from spreading. Now if we could just get Facebook to stop broadcasting our information to Google and everyone else in the world. Oh, and in the interests of fairness, some intelligent people knew it was a bad idea. Good on them.

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