[aderack]

I agree with Intentionally Wrong.

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Best solution, if you're a concerned film director: tell your kid that, on a daily basis, he can't play a game for longer than the length of an average movie. Then he has to go do something constructive for an equal length of time. Perhaps analyze what he got out of the experience, in some medium or another.

And there we go.

[aderack]

Art is a means of communication through implicit, rather than explicit, symbolism and meant to appeal to the subconscious and intuition, rather than to the conscious and reason.

This communication can be conducted through any medium. The fun part about it: intent needn't even be a factor; merely communication. So if the recipient of a manmade work reads in it something that was not consciously intended by its creator, that reading (presuming it's genuine) is as legitimate an interpretation as any based upon a deliberate message. Perhaps more so.

As regards non-manmade works -- a sunset, a rainbow, an orangutan; whatever natural beauty you might appreciate -- that's somewhat different in the sense that, provided you aren't subscribing to a supernatural interpretation of artist (say, God), it truly is a one-sided conversation.

I suppose the act of receiving an artistic message would best be described as inspiration. One may be inspired by anything, of course; art is simply a manufactured way of appealing to that impulse.

So, as I've said again and again, videogames cannot be art in the sense that nothing can be art; they're simply an artistic medium, in the sense that any medium may be artistic. All they do is communicate the art with which they are designed.

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[aderack]

I've got two degrees. How many do you have?

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[aderack]

For that matter, why do you take such interest in my hobbies? In my life? Why do you keep injecting them into your torrents against me? If you dislike me so much, why do you seem to deliberately seek out what I've written, wherever I've written it, specifically to later complain about? It's just plain odd.

I've already said that I don't have any particular problem with you, other than your continuous antagonism toward me. I'm just not particularly concerned with you; you yell at me, I go find something else to pay attention to. I admit perhaps I dismiss you too readily, and it's probably not to my credit that I neither feel nor display much respect or empathy for you. Again, though, I'm not sure what's expected of me here.

Just what is your problem, anyway? What's wrong with you? There's something deep and festering and angry in there, beyond anybody's reach. What, am I supposed to appeal to it? Am I supposed to break through your irascible armor to find and cherish the real you? Am I supposed to reciprocate your interest in me? Am I supposed to psychoanalyze you? Ignore you? I sure don't know the proper response -- so tell me, what do you want from me?

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[aderack]

Thanks for the cat thing, though.

[aderack]

Hey.

Yeah, this kind of sucks.