What's in a name?

Until you make your own blog, or have your own kid, or feel like naming your genitals something special, you probably don't realize how difficult it is to come up with a name that sticks. Personally I believe its because of my obsession with trying to be hip, new and cool, I ended up putting off making a blog for days weeks months years.

I like knowing what other people think would be good. So I tossed up a question on the good ol' Facebook. And frankly I was very pleased with the turnout. Everything from  "All we are, are Farts in the Wind" to puns of my last name. I felt like the prettiest girl at the ball, so many choices! I couldn't just choose one. So I used this as an excuse to not start up the blog.

A damn fine shame that was, I totally had opinions for a couple of things that have arrived since then. Call of Duty Black Cops 2, Prometheus, and others have kept me fairly preoccupied and I couldn't help but think to myself... Damn, you know what I should do? I should buy a boat. Then write a review on this boat. It's been like that for weeks. It kind of sucks.

But hey, this blog exist now and all is right in the world.

The story of how the title finally came to be is quite a silly one. You see it was Thanksgiving and I had just returned from eating Thanksgiving dinner with my girlfriend's family. To say it was delicious would be a massive understatement and quite honestly should shock and appall all who were involved in making such a delectable meal. During said meal though I had one or two (just one) Blue Moon which is honestly the only beer I actually enjoy.

Once the GF and I got back home, it was time for her to sleep so she could prepare for the Madness of Working Retail in Black Friday. This gave me all the time in the world (about two hours) for me to play some of that Magick The Gathering I bought from the steam sales today. That was fun. I also got in some play time with Scribblenauts Unlimited which I feel really deserves a review. But now's not the time nor place for that.

I logged into my last obsession for the night, World of Warcraft. Around this time I was trying to get my death knight to level 88, which I've put off 'cause I've been busy doing nothing. One of my guildmates, Shathri, was attempting to say something intelligible, a feat that happens once in a great while. He meant to say something about showing off a cool hat. But somehow that pesky e found its devilish self into the end of the sentence. I don't know if it's that one beer (it wasn't) or the two hours of magick (probably not) and scribblenauts, or if I'm just crazy (99% sure on this one).. I just could not stop laughing at the mistype.

I declared to Shathri that it will be the title of my new blog and ten minutes later this sad little blog came to existence. Looking back, it really wasn't silly.

I'm just crazy.

Ex Nihilo

The year was 2012. The month was November and the day? The 23rd. Day after Thanksgiving/Turkey Day. A day commonly referred as Black Friday. From this hellish day an idea was finally brought to reality.

I started a blog.

To be fair, I've been toying with the idea of a blog since forever. I had once dabbled with blogging back in high school and I was damn terrible at it. Filled with grammatical errors, spelling mishaps and stupid ideas only an angst-riddled teenager would think was good. This time though I feel like I can do it right, or at the very least better than I have ever before. Of course, if you give me a couple years, I'll come back to this hell hole and realized my blogging skills were sub-par at best and at worst, something only an angst-riddled twentysomthing would have found amusing.

About 80% of this blog is a chance for me to exercise my terrible growing writing talents. Another 60% of it would be devoted to throwing up tin-foil hat opinions about video games, music, books, television and movies. Entertainment in general will be torn apart for my own and hopefully (I highly doubt it) your own amusement. The remaining 20% will be dedicated to figuring out how to math.

Some people in my life have called me funny. I feel sorry for those people's learning disabilities. I guess if you laugh at something I posted, you really should go take a shower and rethink your life for a few. If you want, you can go do that now. I won't be peeking, pinky-swears.

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Got it out of your system? Good. You're looking good by the way. Now I'll try to be funny, but if I fail feel free to call me out on it. I'll probably lose like... ten seconds of sleep from your constructive criticism. If I do somehow succeed, then... yay? I'm not trying to be funny, I'm just going to write whatever my brain poops out.

If I offend you in someway, go ahead and look at yourself in the mirror and think long and hard about how much it stings you that some guy across the internet does not share the same opinion as you. If I'm genuinely offensive like in terms of racisim and how Asians are bad at most things except stereotypes, then go ahead and call me out on it. That one will probably cost me thirty seconds of sleep. Trust me, racism is at the top of my list of things that keep me awake at night. Too bad I really love sleeping.

This blog will hopefully keep me motivated to actually getting around to doing two things I absolutely love in this world and would like to turn said loved things into a pretty profit for comfortable living. One, I'd like to get some reviews in. A chance for me to get some journalism chops in there 'cause I feel like selling my opinions for Doritos and Mountain Dews sounds like tremendous amounts of fun. The other is possibly posting a short story or excerpt or two on here for everyone to read and then soon after mock. I want to be a famous author of some sorts, or make a damn good story that I could sellout and live like a god damn king for the rest of my life on. If only J. K. Rowling had not taken my idea of a boy orphan who later became Luke Skywalker.

I guess if you've read this whole post, you really need a hobby or something. The other guy on my shoulder's telling me I should thank you or something, but thanking people was sooo yesterday.

That's why we call it Thanksgiving.

Mind = Blown.