Hello, darkness, my old friend …
Greetings, stranger. If you’ve made it this far, I can at least assume you grasp the basic capacity for English that’ll be required for full enjoyment of this blog. So, congratulations. You go. A winner is you.
Now, why, you ask, might a strapping young stranger like yourself feel so inclined to read this blog?
Well, the short answer is you won’t. To be honest, my tastes, and by extension the things I’ll write about, are so eclectic and strange that it would be beyond the realm of rationality for me to purport to claim the attention of any passerby longer than a cursory glance. And I’m fine with that.
Fact of the matter is, much like Rush’s 9-minute instrumental masterpiece, this blog is very much “an exercise in self-indulgence”. As such, I’m going to be writing about whatever I damn well please. What does that mean? Mostly, video games, ’80s music, the internet, sitcoms, voice actors, Shakespeare, and whatever the hell else I feel like.
Now why, you ask, did I feel it necessary to inflict myself on the internet at large? Well, I actually started my first blog back in the summer of 2011 when I was 14. Yikes. Over the past few years it’s gone up and down in activity, with my inevitably attempting to resuscitate its desiccated corpse every six months or so, but looking back at the writings of my vapid adolescence, I can’t help but be disgusted. As such, I felt it necessary to give myself a clean go. So, just like Borderlands 2, Empire Strikes Back, and Fly By Night, the second attempt will hopefully be everything the first one was, and so, so much more.
When I started college, I started a more personal blog documenting my … adventures, if you will, for my family. But you guys can’t read that. Sorry. It’s too special. Actually, it’s probably just super boring. So here’s what you guys get.
Unlike my last effort, this blog won’t just be contained by video games. Obviously, they’ll make a recurring appearance, but they won’t be the only thing I’m constrained by. Hopefully, this means it won’t die twice a year like Dean Winchester. I mean, there’s still a very good chance it will. But at least this way I’ll feel worse about it. Wait, that doesn’t make sense.
Long story short, if you ever wondered about the inner workings of some weird male college student who spends too much time on the internet and playing video games, and really should go out in the sun more, and really should lay off the coffee, I mean seriously, it’s probably really bad for his health, and what’s with all the cereal anyway, who eats that much cereal — This is the place for you. In essence, it’s the place for nobody. But screw it.
We’ll do it live.