Daily Archives: April 19, 2010

Question of the Morning: Can I Work for Blizzard?

This morning while getting ready for work and school after my daughter had been on vacation for a week, she turned to ask me a serious question.

“When I’m 19, can I be a Blizzard employee?”

A bit of a curve ball there, I suppose.  At least at a little after 7am.

The age of 19 entered into it, I believe, because she had asked me the previous day if she could have the password to the parental controls for her WoW account when she was in college.

I told her I’d take the parental controls off her account when she was 19.

I left aside the idea that perhaps in 11 years she might not be so interested in WoW.  And she seemed to be satisfied with the answer, so why rock the boat.

Of course, she was also satisfied when I told her “when you’re 25 years old” when she asked me when I would teach her to drive.  That one is going to come back to haunt me.

Back to this morning.

I can only imagine that some mental connection formed between turning off parental controls and being able to get a job at Blizzard, as though that might be a checkbox on the application for a job.

“Sorry, we’d love to hire you, but you still have parental control’s activated on your account, so unless you can demonstrate that you know the password, we’re not going to be able to extend an offer.”

A child’s sense of how the world works can be a mercifully mystical thing.  We only figure out what is REALLY going on when it is far too late and we’ve left home, gotten a job, and are staring at a pile of dirty laundry and a sink full of dishes.  Then we realize what a sweet deal childhood can be.

So when I asked her, “What would you want to do if you worked at Blizzard?” she seemed a bit uncertain on how to answer, though  I could practically see the thought bubble over her head which said, “Play WoW all day, you silly man!”

I then prompted her with some ideas.  I asked if she wanted to, say,  write quests?

Her eyes got big and she said, “I could write quests?”

“Sure!” I said, “You could work on the character models, design new armor sets, create new zones or dungeons.  There are lots of things to be done on a big game like WoW.”

She looked happy enough that you would have thought I had told her school had been canceled for the day.  I don’t think all of this was quite part of her world view up to this point.

Of course, I did not go into how much work there is involved in creating a game… or software of any sort.  And who knows if she’ll be as interested in the idea when I get home tonight.  She might be back to Veterinarian or Zoo Keeper.  We’ll see.

World of Tanks Poetry Contest Winners!

The poetry contest over at World of Tanks was, apparently, not an April Fools as they have announced the winners.

The number one pick, in the sonnet form, was from Dustbiter:

The zenith of ancient Ares’ art,
Chelonian death on insectoid track.
A metal Moses; seas of men to part,
Who is there, who doth not fear your attack?
Proof ‘gainst the best pike and shell and shot.
Riding iron shod, unimpeded ‘cross the field.
To you, great metal lord man must yield
Or else, yield his life if he will not.
War’s not won by guile, strategy or plans,
Victory goes to he whose strength is great,
Can bear your reins in his calloused hands
And who cares not for the whims of fate.
Man alone will never hold the day,
‘Til the iron’s rust and tank has worn away.

Deep stuff that.  My own level of appreciation is perhaps better represented by this entry:

Tiger Tiger Burning Bright,
In the forests of the night.
What most fearful shell or mine
Has left thou burning by the Rhine?

Now that I can digest!

And my own level of creation?

Well, I started with, “There once was a panzer from Hersbruck…” and it went downhill from there.