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Shared on Fri, 03/06/2009 - 17:18

Rapport, Truth and Blogging

They say in journalism the best chance to bury a story, post it on Friday or Saturday. Since I consider this a self indulgent post I’m going to test this theory, though I am hoping a few of you will be kind enough to share your thoughts. I've been thinking about truth in relation to blogging – particularly regarding me and…well, you.

Maxxie

Shared on Fri, 03/06/2009 - 17:18

Rapport, Truth and Blogging

They say in journalism the best chance to bury a story, post it on Friday or Saturday. Since I consider this a self indulgent post I’m going to test this theory, though I am hoping a few of you will be kind enough to share your thoughts. I've been thinking about truth in relation to blogging – particularly regarding me and…well, you.

Maxxie

Shared on Wed, 03/04/2009 - 10:33

Gateway Gaming: Converting the Non-Gamers

My nephew. My (mumbling) years old mom are converted gamers. Someone put the thought in my head and I’ve been thinking about how we are introduced to gaming and more specifically how we introduce others into our ranks.

My nephew was a bit of an experiment for me, I confess. As a young elementary school kid, he wasn’t as into reading as he was into playing and his mom was frustrated about how to make reading on his own more fun for him. I asked her to let me have him for a weekend. My nephew was at an age where monsters and swords were very cool.

Maxxie

Shared on Wed, 03/04/2009 - 10:33

Gateway Gaming: Converting the Non-Gamers

My nephew. My (mumbling) years old mom are converted gamers. Someone put the thought in my head and I’ve been thinking about how we are introduced to gaming and more specifically how we introduce others into our ranks.

My nephew was a bit of an experiment for me, I confess. As a young elementary school kid, he wasn’t as into reading as he was into playing and his mom was frustrated about how to make reading on his own more fun for him. I asked her to let me have him for a weekend. My nephew was at an age where monsters and swords were very cool.

Maxxie

Shared on Thu, 02/26/2009 - 12:52

Thank you...(edit)

...to all those who have and continue to stop by and check out my prior "Game Recognize Game" (or "Gamer Recognize Gamer" on front page) post and to whomever is responsible for it out on front page yesterday. I didn't really know anyone was looking closely enough to my thoughts to do something like that and I am honored and more than a little stunned. Yeah, really. Even more than that, I'm happy my thoughts on gamer signs seem to have struck a chord with others one way or another. I am also more determined to be vigilant about my typos and such. *blush* Sorry!

Maxxie

Shared on Thu, 02/26/2009 - 12:52

Thank you...(edit)

...to all those who have and continue to stop by and check out my prior "Game Recognize Game" (or "Gamer Recognize Gamer" on front page) post and to whomever is responsible for it out on front page yesterday. I didn't really know anyone was looking closely enough to my thoughts to do something like that and I am honored and more than a little stunned. Yeah, really. Even more than that, I'm happy my thoughts on gamer signs seem to have struck a chord with others one way or another. I am also more determined to be vigilant about my typos and such. *blush* Sorry!

Maxxie

Shared on Wed, 02/25/2009 - 11:25

Game Recognize Game

A few of the folks who have sat in neighboring cubes to mine at work are moving locations due to their department restructuring. I stopped past “Joe’s” cube, one of the middle managers in a different department to offer my moving condolences. As we are talking, I spy him take a bulky item from a back cubicle shelf, then quickly shove it in a box. But that sort of thing doesn’t get past me it just piques my interest.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Joe… wait a sec. What was that?”

He looked nervous, “Oh...just a toy my son gave me.” Joe’s son is four, by the way.

Maxxie

Shared on Wed, 02/25/2009 - 11:25

Game Recognize Game

A few of the folks who have sat in neighboring cubes to mine at work are moving locations due to their department restructuring. I stopped past “Joe’s” cube, one of the middle managers in a different department to offer my moving condolences. As we are talking, I spy him take a bulky item from a back cubicle shelf, then quickly shove it in a box. But that sort of thing doesn’t get past me it just piques my interest.

I raised an eyebrow and asked, “Joe… wait a sec. What was that?”

He looked nervous, “Oh...just a toy my son gave me.” Joe’s son is four, by the way.

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