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Guest Dorkdad: Jake Faust “In Defense Of Gamers”

22 Jan

Kortney, from Stay At Home Trauma has a DorkDad for a husband. He’s currently in a public speaking class, and she’s all proud of him. Here’s his latest class project:


This is my husband’s introduction speech for his public speaking class.  I thought it would be a good opportunity for you all to meet him, and I’m also sending it over to Dork Daddy to further introduce his wonderful geekiness to the blogging community.  I will likely post little bits he writes on here occasionally as he is much funnier than I am, and it might help keep you better entertained. Enjoy.

My name is Jake, and as a student I’m majoring in Sociology, but I also happen to be a 27 year old gamer. Now, before you make any assumptions, no I do not live in my mother’s basement – I live in her attic. All kidding aside, for the next few minutes I’m going to try and undo decades of stereotypes and labels that non-gamers have pigeonholed me and my gaming brethren into.

I play vigeo games several hours a week, which, if you ask you ask me isn’t nearly enough. But I still have to make room for full-time school and a full-time job, and still be the dorkiest father and husband that any family could hope to have. Sure, I can be a little unmotivated at times, but even with all of these responsibilities, just last night I was able to find time to save the entire galaxy from a race of sentient alien robots bent on destoying life as we know it. Hold the applause, you can thank me later.

Teaching my son the important life lesson of the fundamental differences between Pac-Man and Ms. Pac-Man.


In 1985, a bombshell rocked the world. No, I’m not talking about me being born, as fantastic as that was. What I’m talking about is the Nintendo Entertainment System starting to hit shelves worldwide.  Some of my first memories are of my two and a half year old little brain being enthralled by pushing Mario across my TV screen while dodging Goombas. Thus began my addiction, and an earlier rendition of our current controllers became an extension of my grubby little hands.

I was like any other kid, running around in the mud and breaking stuff, but all of my childish bewilderment and imagination was augmented by video games. Soon, every birthday and Christmas list was filled with the newest games and the best machines. My appetite for gaming, to this day, is ravenous.

I will shamelessly use whatever opportunities I can to get in some game time.


With video games having been such a major part of my life since childhood, that must mean that I am a sociopathic time bomb waiting to explode into fits of violent rage, right? If that sounds unreasonable to you, then apparently you are not aware of the laundry list of atrocities that many people have accredited to video games. The truth is that I am emotionally and mentally stable, and, yes, I can easily discern fantasy from reality – that’s exactly why I have an emergency evacuation plan in place for my family in the event of a zombie outbreak. And if you don’t, that makes you crazy, not me.

So, if I’m not a sociopathic time bomb waiting to explode into fits of violent rage, then I must just be a socially inept hermit with no friends. Guys, let me tell you – I have TONS of friends. My XBOX Live friends list is just brimming with friends who are waiting to jump into a team deathmatch with me right now. And before meeting my wife, I can promise you that I never made up any stories of having a level 49 elf mage hot French girlfriend. OK, maybe I said that once, but I’m pretty sure that my D&D buddies knew I was joking.

The coaster set my wife made. She really knows how to woo me!


I won’t lie, guys. What I have is a true, unadulterated addiction. But does that mean that I must be a lazy slob stuffing my face with junk food? I am plenty motivated by real responsibilities. Heck, I think I even showered this week. And really, I think Ramen only makes up like, I don’t know, 30% of my diet at most.

Sure, I make geeky game references in adult conversations, but I’m not an idiot. If video games make you all of these things, then America is in for a world of hurt, because gaming has become the fastest growing entertainment media in the country. So, before you go around making remarks about video games being only for children or adult gamers being mindless drones, maybe you should figure out the company you keep.

I’ve been doing my part to raise the next generation of gamers since he was born.


And if any of you ladies out there happen to be princesses, please try to not get kidnapped by a large lizard until Saturday – I’ve got homework to do. And, for my sanity, try to be in the first castle I go to this time.


Guest DorkDad: Alan Kercinik

8 Jan

here I went out of my way to explain how we did not name our soon-to-be-born child after Spider-man, Alan Kercinik writes in a letter to his sons about how in fact he did just the opposite. Alan has blogged for some time at After reading just the first few lines it’s a wonder Alan and I haven’t crossed paths (webs) sooner.

As always, if you have a story to tell about your dorkdaddy-ness, whether your a mom, a dad, an aunt, an uncle or a grandparent, you are more than welcome to share that story here. Visit this page to learn how.


Dear Jack Peter and Reid Parker –

I feel like an explanation is in order. Or at least some clarity.

I love comic books. Even though you are both younger than three, you both probably know this by now.

That love does have some limits. I don’t dress up at conventions. I have no plan to dedicate entire rooms of our house to an extensive collection of action figures. I promise there is no Bat Cave secreted away in some hidden sub basement. Although, sometimes, I wish there were.

But I’ve been reading comic books since before I started kindergarten. This probably seems like no big deal now, with fifty superhero movies coming out every summer. But it wasn’t always that way.

When I was a boy, there was something seedy and almost illicit about reading comic books. They had the whiff of the pulps from an earlier era, a low rent entertainment meant for the kind of geeks and loners who obsessed over things like parallel earths and the scientific possibility of having a body that could stretch like rubber. Someday soon, you’ll be able to download comic books directly to your cerebral cortex. Times change.

But some things have remained the same, which is why I keep reading. These things are the closest I’ll ever come to a personal coda.

“One man can make a difference.

Always try to do what is right, not what is convenient.

If you have special abilities and talents, it is your duty and responsibility to use them for good and as best you can.”

Which brings us to your middle names.

Naming is a tricky thing. Because names have a sort of power. Your mother and I strove for a contradictory ideal: names that were unique, but classic.

So that meant names that would suit your whole life, not just your boyhood (Billy!) or retirement (Gus). When Reid was born, we hoped the two of you would share an immediate bond. (A psychic bond would have been nice, but that is out of the current scope of both technology and our personal finances.)

Jack, your middle name is your grandfather’s, as we wanted something that bound you to your mother’s side of the family. But when it came time to pick a name for Reid, Parker was my idea.

Put the two of you together and you get Peter Parker.

Spider-Man has always been the hero who I related to most. Peter Parker was a shy bookwork who was ridiculed for liking what he liked as a boy. One bite from a radioactive spider later and he has new powers and a new identity that he made up for himself. He had confidence and a snappy sense of humor that hid when he was scared or insecure.

You both could do considerably worse than live up to your namesake’s example. I just hope it doesn’t take my death for you to realize there is a better way to live your life than being self-centered and selfish.

We are here for a reason, boys, and that is to try and make our little corners of the world a better place. You both have the power to do that, as your mother and I already know so well. I hope you try to live up to the responsibility that power demands. You don’t always have to succeed, mind you. But you do have to try.

And before you go rolling your eyes, just know this. It could have been a hell of a lot worse. Jack, your first name could have been Kal-El if your mother had gone along with it. Or your middle names could be Batman and Robin.

Love to you both,



Alan Kercinik bloggs at Show the fellow DorkDaddy some love and spend a little time at his site.

-Dork Dad

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