You may have known, I didn’t until reading this article, but Robin Williams played World of Warcraft. And now he’s going to be immortalized in-game. However, WoW wasn’t the only game he played. He named his daughter after Zelda from “Legend of Zelda,” and named his son after Cody from “Final Fight.”
“Robin Williams played “Portal,” and “World of Warcraft,” and “Call of Duty,” and was open about his addiction to them. “It’s like cyber-cocaine,” he told the Daily Telegraph in a 2011 interview. ‘Especially if you’re online playing against other people, it’s totally addictive, you get lost in the world.'” – Salon
If this doesn’t make you love Robin Williams more than you’re crazy, because his love for gaming is awesome. And adorable in this “Legend of Zelda” commercial, feature RW and his daughter:
There’s so many things I wish I had known before this great man died, and this is one of them.
Well, technically it’s a collection of selfies. A collelfie? Just watch this video of a guy maturing from age 12 to age 19. Do it. Dooooo itttttt.
In case you want to read more: link
So unless you’ve been under a rock for the past few days…
…well Robin Williams. RIP Robin Williams.
And some people have been asking questions. Hell, even NPR this morning talked about how some people are asking “how can a man with so much commit suicide?”
Depression doesn’t only attack a certain financial sector. Trust me – I’m lucky to never have to worry about having food in front of me, and thanks to the brilliant saving of my parents, college is pretty much paid for. And call me some ranting crazed spoiled brat, but that money hasn’t stopped me making scars on my legs to deal with the pain. The good thing? I’m starting to make progress. But others aren’t.
The taboo against depression? That remains to be seen. But you can start the conversation by reading this article. It manages to discuss the issue without blaming those who are depressed.
So. Let’s get rid of the taboo. We can’t just keep saying goodbye to people and then act like nothing happened.
I’m Jennie and I have major depressive disorder. Nice to meet you.
About a month ago, I went to New York City.
I loved it. I love urban environments – the honking doesn’t annoy me as much as I feel that it should and the constant wave of new people walking around with cameras and pointing fingers make me smile instead of causing me annoyance. That being said, it felt weird sometimes walking or waiting by people with cardboard signs. It was a constant psycological war. One one hand, they needed help, and who was I with my Nine West purse and my LOFT shirt to judge or hold some place in society above them? Why did I have the financial luck and they have none? Yet, turn a corner, walk down a block, and there was some other person with a dog , a piece of cardboard and a sharpie to ask for my help. I can do something for one person and not another, but then why did the first person get the aid? What did it go toward? On one hand, I could help a person. On the other I might not do anything for them, while losing money from my own bank account.
This psychological struggle is why I like stores like Salvation Army, Goodwill and Savers. I know where the money goes – it goes to organizations that serve many people at once, and I get something in return for my money. I love donating things to Goodwill and buying things from the store as well. I’m helping people and getting something at the same time. It almost makes one tempted to take their shoes off and chuck them in the nearest donation bin to continue the process.
According to the Huffington Post, the numerous donation bins set along many a street of the bustling city are actually benefiting for-profit companies. Instead of going towards charitable organizations to raise money for or give clothing to those in need, the clothing is sold in thrift stores or in bulk overseas to corporations that cannot be traced.
So donate your clothes. Give and buy from stores like Goodwill – there’s one on 8th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues – but be careful of where you’re putting your clothes. Your act may be one of a good samaritan, but the people putting price tags on the other side certainly aren’t as kind hearted as you are.
Thank you twitter.
I’m not thanking the “funny tweets” people put out there though. Often, people decide that hilarity comes in the form of bashing other people. Not so funny. Then agian, maybe Ryan Carr disagrees.
Yes. Yes you are racist in this case.
Yet, one can appreciate this tweet for something – it brought about this response:
As fantastic as this reply is, it doesn’t mean that racism like this can be solved with a snarky comment. Mic posted an article explaining why.
Turbans are predominantly worn by Sikhs. Sikhism is an independent religion with no association to Islam or the Arab world, though those were undoubtedly the groups Carr was referencing. His tweet was so racist that it even conflated different races. (This doesn’t mean that Muslim or Arab people are justifiable targets, only that Carr’s understanding of these religions and ethnicities was factually incorrect on top of being racist in itself.)
So Carr was being so racist he didn’t actually realize who he was being racist to. And considering the amount of shootings recently, Singh has a point.
Women CEOs and COOs are on the rise. Leslie Bradshaw, the COO of Guide, calls this the “Sheryl Sandburg Effect,” which is named after Facebook’s COO. No matter what you call it, the point is that women are climbing the corporate ladder, and we’re damn good at it too. In fact, companies with female’s as CEOs make more money. Check it out.
Marijuana has never killed anyone.
That’s not to claim there are no long term side effects from ingesting the drug. Frequent use can effect the memory and cause respiratory problems, but at least it’s never killed anyone.
The same cannot be said for Spice.