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Fourth quarter is around the bend and Winter is about to set like the sun over a prairie. I had the fortunate privilege to get feedback on my blog from someone near and dear to my heart, my brother. He read through my now defunct blog, thelittlestgiant.blogspot.com. He talked about how personal that site was. I tried to explain to him that I had my audience divided between two blogs. No one has time to read two blogs written by one person. Or three Charles Babb blogs if we were to include www.digunderground.com. So, I consolidated The Saint of Sinners and The Littlest Giant. As it appears, I have not been honoring the Littlest Giant’s objective on the Saint of Sinner’s blog, which is to constantly express my thoughts, ideas, and philosophies. I have closed that door and given into fueling the blog with my vices to the seven deadly sins. So for those individuals, who love me for my thoughts, I apologize for not sharing them lately. With that note, here are some of my free flowing thoughts.
Charles Babb was born in June before the sun was sitting in its high noon chair begging to be fed the energies of the world. Charles has a facinationwith world and what makes it whole and complete. But, nothing fascinates him more and brings him joy like hearing the voices of those that have supported him on his path. These voices sculpted his heart and pumped life in his concrete heart-strings. He was once doomed to a life of fame and popularity, but he chose the enlightened path of academia and experience. He has always managed to be the Jack of All Trades and Ace of a few in his journey. Even in third person, Charles has managed to captivate an audience with a few words and a smile. He flirts with life, death, women, and wealth. He is calculated in all he does including his spontaneous combustion. He is a complex man that can be simply explained. Charles no longer wants to the greatest man alive bearing the dreams and hopes of the masses; he wants to be the most interesting man to inspire the masses to dream and hope for themselves. Charles is the personification of interesting. He has strong ambition, he is over-zealous in his work ethic, and a prideful perfectionists, and slightly left of being an egoist narcissist. He is humble. He doesn’t just jump out with his resume on his sleeve. But, Charles will spew all kinds of things about many of life’s facets without missing a beat. His breadth of knowledge is on-par with any learned man, but his choices of expressing this knowledge is beyond the understanding of the world’s best philosophers and wisemen. Charles is a scientist. He is a scientist of making life’s gifts and curses work in his favor. No opportunity is missed with him and no mistakes are not corrected.
Now, back to first person. What you have read is my revered opinion of myself. But, that opinion would have never been formulated if it were not for the greatness of those around me. My family is wonderful. I’m sure you are saying the same thing about your family. But, my family is truly wonderful. From the most outstanding great uncle to the misfit and misunderstood cousins, I’m birthed to two loving parents that were raised by earnest and honest people. My immediate and distant relatives are “good people.” They understand the value of hard work and they express it through action. You will not hear a parent ever tell their children to work hard in my family because they show them through example. They show them love, which teaches them how to love. Yes, my parents are the epitome of love. A couple that has been together since puberty. My father still loves my mother like the first time he laid eyes on her. Yes, my mother was (and is) a knockout. My father is chivalrous and courageous. Yet, these people realized at a young age that their shared existence was greater than their individual selves. They knew love was copulated in understanding and mastery of expression. They respected each others freedom to the point that they slaved for one another.
My parents created two wonderful sons and extended the family circle to aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends when they needed a family. My brother and I quickly learned that family isn’t a blood relation, but a bond of understanding between people that love and appreciate one another. I have friends that will always be my brothers and sisters. I have a cousin, who is my brother. I taught him how to ride a bike when we were younger, he taught me the beauty of having a different opinion. I hope the life lessons that my father taught me will survive in my children and my children’s children. His lesson usually started or ended with “Don’t get into any trouble.” My father is the antithesis to misbehavior. I have never had a fear of jail or prison. But, I do fear disappointing my father. My brother also fears tarnishing the family name. My father is the ultimate deterrent to failure. He held me and my brother up like Atlas’ shoulders do the world. Unlike Atlas, my father never hunched over by the weight of our worlds. He is a titan. His knowledge and voice birthed the fear of god in my soul. My brother and I are two African-American men that have not experienced the statistical death that loom over so many African-American men. We are quite outstanding in our accomplishments. But, that would have never happened if it were not for the strong family unit that taught us that we were more than Street Niggers (niggas or however you want to spell it). We were men. And, true men live a life of success even in the eyes of facing failure.
This blog is dedicated to my family and those that wonder whatever happened to the Littlest Giant. Well, the Giant was slumbering for the Summer. Now, he is up for the Winter. So, this goes to my darling dearest, Winter. Are you ready for me to wake up?
As my man, Jeff Staples, dedicates his entire blog to Darrin Hudson, the most envied person in his high school. I’m going to dedicate this post to none other than JUST BLAZE, one of the two super-producers on the Roc. I just started a gig at gaming studio as a Producer. I’m sure Just would be envious of me. No not a music producer, but the guy that conducts the three teams (design team, art team, and programming team) in one massive orchestrated concerto. I’ve had little time to write my blog entries in digital form, but I do have a plethora of entries swimming in my think tank.
As many of you know, I’ve been in love with video games since my brother got his Commodore Vic 20, and I received the Sega Master System for a Christmas gift. I remember taking my first two Micro-City Government checks and splurging on Sonic the Hedgehog for the Genesis. I not only drank the video game kool-aid, but I was making Jello and Popsicles with it to serve to anyone hungry enough to join me in my fiction world. At the tender age of 14, I wanted to do two things. I wanted to design Transformers, which still are my secret joy outside of Legos and shoes. I also wanted to make video games. I was never a good programmer, so that dream died in high school. But, I could give direction, work a video camera and editing board like no one’s business. That birthed my passion for television and film.
Mrs. Rush, my senior English teacher, was my best cheerleader for television and film. She knew how it sparked my creativity. She entrusted me with keys to the video production studio and its prized equipment. I loved that studio. Everyday, I would be the first to enter the studio. The same procedure everyday- flick on the fluorescent lights, power up the cameras, go in the recording booth and power up the equipment to begin editing. I was fortunate during high school. The gods and goddesses blessed me with an overachieving family that cared about their children; great friends and better enemies; wonderful teachers and mentors; the best that public education could afford; and a drive to make life worthwhile.
I not only was the general manager of the television studio, but a lively drama student. I was only in a single onstage production. But, I acted directed and starred in it. LOL. I was more of student that wanted to behind the scenes moreso than the face. Even after many attempts by Mrs. Clarke, the world’s best drama teacher and coach, tried to get me on the stage. The whispers to remain behind the scenes were too strong. I think those whispers were from the voice that knew that I wanted to be in the video game industry. I’ve always longed to make games. Now, I have come full-circle.
See, you must understand that the people that make all our interactive entertainment are unknowns. We don’t know the people that made New York alive in Grand Theft Auto IV. Or, the team of people that made our favorite players in the game for Madden. But, we love these titles. We cherish their relevance in our culture. We seek video games when we want an entertaining challenge that suspends our belief. We seek video games when all the other escapes from the world seem boring. You will never hear someone say, “video games are so boring.” Reading books gets boring. Watching TV gets boring. Watching sports gets boring. All our routines get boring. But, video games are never boring. You will even have someone like Jay-Z or Shaun White come home to a video game. Video games are the accumulation of all our entertainment outlets. Video games are mentally+physically challenging, thought-provoking, artistically breath-taking, empowering, and the best story-telling without using millions of words.
Now, I’m doing my dream and I would like to involve each and every one of you into my new world. I’ve been playing games all my life. Now, I play them for a living. Actually, video game creators don’t play them, we make them. Correction- Now, I make them for a living. I play them for learning and amusement. For all the years for running from my dream and being restless. This is my standoff. On that note, I will show you the best video game commercial ever. Just Blaze whenever you are ready to face me in a game look me up Xbox live- Saint of Sinner and Black_Charles on PSN. I will be your Darrin Hudson, soon.
I know that I’ve been vacant on my post. But, I still read. I still study. I still care about you and the world. The Underwriter, one of my close and dear friends, has something to say. I want all of you to take a breathe and read the following blog:
The Underwriter says VOTE OBAMA