I am a member of Generation WWW

I am quite aware that as a journalist I should be checking my sources, be aware of where my content is coming from and be curious about whether it is truth or not. Yet as a member of Generation WWW, It is of little concern to me, or at least according to Ken Alexander it is.
When I am surfing the internet it is of little concern whether a 40 year old, with an English degree, wrote the article that is taking up my time, or a 13 year old with an in depth vocabulary wrote it.

If it entertains me, solves the dilemma I am facing-even if that dilemma is what kind of seasoning I should put on my honey mustard chicken- or makes logical sense I will likely be understanding of it and be quite capable of taking in what is presented before me.
It may be truth, it may be fiction, it is up to me to decipher my path, along with all those surfing this wave known as the web along my side.

Now I understand that for most of us we wish to have an educated source writing what we are reading, but how does one become educated in certain areas, I do not believe that years of experience, related to the aging process known as life, or a University degree are the only ways to achieve an education. As I once read on a birthday card “age only matters if you are a cheese.
When I am perusing internet gaming sites for tips or reviews, I have a few places I check to begin with. The bungee web-site would be an obvious place, as the makers of bungee games would be educated video game programmers who created the games, and in essence would be capable of giving me a decent amount of information about them. The fact that they may be biased is obviously in the back of my mind.

The next step is to Google a review, which I do suppose shows just how deep in the internet our generation is. “To Google,” has not only become a verb, but one that is recognizable to the majority of the people in the world.

At this point I will review multiple reviews by multiple users. I have the ones that are the most useful to me are the ones written by 15 year old kids, who spend hours, days even weeks without breaks, playing a game.

In my opinion this kind of experience makes you an expert, and as a result you have the right to review and post whatever you wish on the internet in regards to a game you are that familiar with. I, like many other gamers, will suck in your every word, all the while ignoring the fact that you haven’t yet hit puberty.

There is an exception, An Australian journalist known simply as “Zero Punctuation,” who reviews games for an on-line magazine known as the escapist. Every word this man speaks is pure genius, his reviews are to the point and absolutely brilliant. He trashes every game his editors put on his desk, tares apart anything he possibly can, yet at the end of the day you still want to play the game. The thing is he puts engaging anecdotes into his stories that force you to think, I want to play this just to see how stupid it is.

I do not know this mans actual name, I do not know where he is from, he may not even be Australian, though he does speak with an accent. I do not know what this man looks like, how old he is, what his references are, or how reliable of a source he is.

The same could be said for this “Alexander Ken” fellow. What kind of a name is The Walrus, it sounds like a fishy publication to me, yet I am reading what he writes.

I do know this however; they both entertain me, is that not the purpose of the internet?