Blogs and Kisses Everybody
By KindaGamey On April 28th, 2008You know what I hate? Self-promotion. It makes me nauseous.
I hate self-importance (though without it, you can’t have it justified.) I don’t want to be one of those people that goes, “Oh, well have you seen my blog? You gotta check out my blog! Oh, bloggety blog. Bloggety bloggety blog!” (And yet I think I’ve done that on the rare occasion? Well, I’ve at least made reference to things I’ve posted about. And I’ve got my .com address on my gamertag and stuff – I hate it when other people do that, but how else are people supposed to find you? I hate it when people pimp their books as well. When I write one I’ll be sure not to tell anybody.)
Nor do I want to go on about my “online business” or any of that nonsense. I watched a live feed of a guy playing GTAIV and he kept going on about people Favoriting his channel as if that was going to jumpstart their little game review operation to stardom. The bloggers do it, the people that record themselves on youtube, the start-ups and spammers. Everyone is trying to grab that little piece of fame and divert the world’s attention, like the giant red eye of Sauron, and it just turns me off to the point where I’d rather be an observer than a participant. One of the great memes of conspiracydom is that the government writes our names in all caps because we are all considered to be individual corporate entities. Funny then, how we so readily mimic the larger corporations without prompting.
I guess as we get older we get more cynical. The more dreams that have slipped through our fingers the more we doubt we can hold them.
Then again, I would never deny that selling out and self-promotion works – its just that unfortunately, it sucks. And so does advertising. Therefore, I will always be cool but never have any money. Works for me.
I started this thing just so I could write some ideas down because they kept falling on the ground and decomposing away. I guess I hoped some internet archaeologist would one day be picking through the 0s and 1s and come across something interesting I’d said. Unfortunately, I have completely invested in my right brain so much so that I cannot utilize my left brain as a translator. I need to be able to focus and create sentences and logical paragraph structure enough to convey what the hell it is I’m thinking — or to be able to hold on to one thought long enough to harvest the fruit. If I’m going to listen to my own observations about balance I’m going to need to start getting more structure in my life. I’ve already talked to my buddy about getting back into doing more flash work. We’ll see how that goes.

New Cellphone Pics:
- Want some jesus with your whiter whites?
- That dog looks surprised.
- My father made this. Any requests?
- Oh so gay.
- The cheese ruined it, but there is a pepper heart with rays coming down.
- My new beast.
- Burned a hole over the candle.
- Pool table logo.
- L has a white spot.
I’m going to the midnight release of GTA IV tonight (so strike what I said before about being cool). I’ll be meeting my peeps online as soon as the bird is in-hand. L is already prepared for the destruction of our relationship as I indulge my childish fantasies for two days straight. She and I are 1 years old, btw.
I’ve got my new computer and it is a beast. Still haven’t recovered my old data or installed my new video editing suite yet, but it will all be put on hold for GTA. I’m actually getting this sickly feeling as if I have put way too many hopes and dreams in my GTA IV basket and I fear that this game will temporarily wash over me and give me contentment, and enjoyment, and be as awesome as I think it will be, but that I’m kind of saying goodbye to an era here. I’ll have nothing more I’m really looking forward to in the near future and instead will have to look forward to what I can create myself.




































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