Where did the time go?
Sometimes I need little extra push to get myself pointed in the right direction. There are countless methods out there that proclaim to cure a writer of their creative blocks, or motivate even the most lethargic pencil pusher.
Nostrums! Snake Oil!
Autism-causing vaccinations! OK, maybe not that last one.
As a slacker fueled by distractions, I have attempted just about every method out there to escape the event horizon of the anti-productivity black hole. Yet, even my ever-increasing mass does not seem to attract enough accountability to keep me from ignoring the goal all together and justifying my inaction.
Something a little more drastic must be done.
Note: This is not meant to be a post about how the ESRB ratings system itself is worthless, rather that there is a giant portion missing from the concept: parental involvement.
I recently purchased The Sims 3 for my wife, and we had a short discussion about the opinions some parents had over the “sexual content” in the previous Sims games.
Though I’ve been involved in all kinds of gaming communities for M-rated games, I failed to understand how a parent could be outraged by such a small thing in a video game that they themselves bought for their children. It was only then that I realized that these parents were completely clueless about the games they were purchasing for their children, then had the gall (or stupidity) to be angry at the game companies for the content that the parents allowed their children to experience.