What happened to the "typical" gamer???

I am a gamer.  I admit if freely.  I am not ashamed of being a gamer.  I am a grown man and I enjoy video games.  I'm not addicted to playing.  I can easily put it away after 15 minutes or three hours. 
As a young man, I fell victim to the typical strong pull of gaming having spent numerous hours with grandma playing card games like Spite and Malice, or Dirty Marbles... advancing to Monopoly, Sorry, Risk, and then delving into Role Playing games and excitedly throwing three dice to determine my strength and charisma scores in Dungeons and Dragons. 
I can remember the dawn of computer gaming and how cool I thought it was when the word games appeared... "You're standing in a long rectangular room.  Obvious exits are North, South, East and Dennis"... and the feeling of accomplishment after completing Police Quest, Adventure Quest, and the very first Leisure Suit Larry! 
I can recall the thrill of playing Zelda on the first Nintendo Entertainment System, and thinking how much fun it would be to play Super Mario Brothers with my son when he was old enough.  Systems grew larger.  Computers became more powerful.  8 bit games gave way to 16 bit games.  It soon became apparent that Games were driving the computer industry with their ever increasing need to be bigger, better and more realistic.  Computer components had to be more and more advanced just to keep up. 
Then came the onslaught on-line games, creating a new dawn in the era of gaming.  Hundreds of thousands of people all together playing side by side in a multi-faceted on-line universe.  We created on-line persona's, avatars, and like many role playing games, became the person we wanted to be, not the person we were.  I was, and still am, the stereotype of a typical gamer.  At least I thought I was.
Now, with the advent of social media like Facebook, gamers have a new face.  With the current flood of Facebook games like Farmville, and Angry birds apps for your phone, I am no longer a "typical" gamer.
Statistically speaking, the "typical" gamer plays games for an average of three hours per day. 
Statistically speaking the "Typical" gamer is now a "40 something" year old woman. 
What the hell happened??

Do the Corporations hold too much power?

An interesting thing happened today here in Canada.  Bell purchased Astral Media.  Astral owns a number of television stations/channels and over 400 radio stations.  Now most of you probably don't know why this is such a big deal, but I'll try to explain a few of the apprehensions I have about this.
First of all, I work for one of the small independant radio/tv combos still left.  Even though we're owned by the Pattison Broadcast group, we're still a small family and still run like an independant.  And the first issue I have with the Bell purchase is that another small media group has been swallowed by the corporate whale of Bell.  The independant stations are slowing going under like the ma and pa stores when the Big Box wave hit every community like a plague of locusts... and like the Borg on Star Trek, Resistance is futile.
Second of all, and to me this is also a frightening aspect, Bell now owns a major chunk of what you hear and see everyday.... they own phone, internet, radio and television... almost every form of communication to the masses.  Rogers communications also owns a huge chunk of these four as well.  I know this sounds a little conspiracy theory-esque, but whether you want to admit it not, they control what you see, when you see it and how you see it. 
Ever so slowly, day by day, bit by bit, we are giving up control of our lives to the corporations. Our Governments are allowing this as well, by giving them discounted taxation to buy their loyalties and political support.  Complete Power corrupts Completely.  and I, for one, don't like where this is heading.

Daylight Savings Time... you're a cruel mistress!

Why do we torture ourselves with Daylight Savings Time?  I know the theory behind it, trying to get more daylight out of working hours, but seriously... the week or so that it takes to adjust to Daylight Savings time can't be that productive.  I know I'm dragging my butt around for a week or two... Can't seem to sleep when you go to bed at the "regular time"... Can't seem to wake up at the "regular time" 
Anyone who knows me, understands my adversion to change, but honestly, Daylgiht Savings Time just beats the crap out of me! 
Our bodies get used to doing repetative actions.... I go to bed at the same every night.... I wake up at the same time every day... It's a great pattern and it works.  So what do we do?  We screw it up.  We tell our bodies... "no.. ignore what I told you earlier, we're doing it this way now."
I think Saskatchewan had it right..... just set the clock... and let it run...

Who's going to help hide the bodies??

A friend will help vanquish your enemies.  A true friend will help you hide the bodies. 
Now I've heard that statement from time to time but hadn't really thought about it until recently. 
A friend of mine told me his uncle had passed away and his parents had to go and pack up his Uncle's house.  We joked about the potential embarrasing things they might find and had a good laugh.  And later that night, I actually thought about the "what if's"... You know, If I were to die today and someone had to clean out my house, who would I trust to "hide the bodies".
Every single one of us has something to hide.  Doesn't have to be naughty or dirty... could just be something you find embarrasing and wouldn't want to be the last thing people associated you with.  Everyone has some kind of skeleton in their closet.  Men and women... whether it's the collection of soft porn magazines, the series of "royal wedding" gift plates, the ten thousand pictures of kittens on your computer, your 7382 pairs of shoes or the fact you haven't purchased underwear in over five years and just keep repairing the holes... whatever.  The point is, we all have something we wouldn't want broadcast as public knowledge. 
So, if you were to leave the world today, who would you get to go through what ever you left behind?
Who would you ask to hide the bodies?