It seems all my most recent posts come equipped with an italicized prologue/apology. My writing schedule of late (see previous post) allows only for penning randomized thoughts rather than focused diatribes.
Fisch wrote to me a few months back, citing his concerns over a former classmate’s downward spiral due to World of Warcraft. “Back in high school, Larry could have kicked major ass, dude. Samurai sword in hand — you know he has five or six replicas from Highlander — he could have . . . have . . . I don’t know, vied with the rich and powerful. Made a difference in the world. Tried to conquer it, and crush all lacrosse-playing douche-bags beneath his thumbs. Instead, he’s teaching Spanish at a local college and hosting Magic tournaments at the local comic shop every Friday. It’s unhealthy, man.”
Fisch by nature is an idealist — he also cares little for lacrosse or the brainless bullies the sport occasionally empowers. His mother has planned his presidential campaign since his thirteenth birthday. A mind for politics, law, and changing the world has little to no use for fantasy or the MMORPG scene. Building digital characters and hunting pixelated loot has no worth since it carries no currency in the real world. This may be true, but still I wonder about his ‘self-evident’ conclusions of WoW, not to mention our private fantasies and self-identity. . . This is my reply: