I think it's about time I randomly pop up again. Don't know if and when I'll be doing any more entries after this one, but we'll see.
So anyway, I wanted to talk about the new Borderlands, because I'm assuming a lot of people don't have it yet (I pre-ordered as soon as it was available), and I figure on the off chance someone cares what I think, it might be nice to hear someone's opinion on the game. Or something. Mostly I just want to talk about it. So I will. That said, I'm not very far in
Well, I've been away from this blog for a while. Sorry about that, but it's hard for me to come up with things to write sometimes. But now, I feel I've found something that merits writing about, and it is this: I have a new puppy. On it's own, this is big news for me, but I don't really have a whole lot to write about it. However, I started this blog talking about the death of my dog, and I feel like this is sort of a continuation, or perhaps a resolution, of that.
The sadness I felt when I
As I sit here, wanting to write an entry but not knowing what to write, it occurs to me that there's a fundamental problem with this blog. When I started it, I didn't know what I was really going to write about, but I thought it would be easy to figure out once I got started. I thought wrong. So, I feel the best course of action is to ask the very small number of people who care (so basically my girlfriend and anyone who happens to stumble across this) for ideas. If I'm going to take my time wri
I kind of promised my entries would become more lighthearted after the first one, didn't I? Well, um... do anger and whiny ranting count as lighthearted? Because that's all I've got at the moment. Anyway, on to our scheduled programming.
First of all, I don't mean religious monks, I mean crazy martial arts monks. That should probably be obvious by the fact that I labeled this as a gaming rant, but I want to make sure I've got all my bases covered. Actually, not even just monks, really; gener
In my last entry, I said that an explanation of my therapy would have to wait for another time. Well, it's another time now.
So the reason I'm in therapy is that I have Social Anxiety Disorder. For those of you who aren't familiar, it's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. I can't really describe it very well, except that it basically feels like everyone is constantly watching and judging you, and that no matter how much you try to tell yourself you don't care what they think, you know t
I can't really think of much to write about, but I feel like rating something, so I figured it might be a good idea to share a bit about myself. Of course, if you're reading this it's probably because you already know me, so maybe I'm just wasting time. But at least I can say I wrote something.
Anyway, I honestly have half a mind to just screw it and say to go read my "about me" page, but that would rather defeat the purpose of this whole entry, wouldn't it? So instead I'm going to try and f
At the request of someone very dear to me, I am indeed going to continue this blog. Admittedly, I don't really know what I'll end up writing, but I guess we'll just see where it goes. Anyway, I figure I might as well explain how I'm going to go about this.
First of all, as I mentioned in my first entry, I don't really read blogs. So I can't guarantee that I really know how to write one properly either, but then, I never really did things the same way as everyone else.
So basically I'm ju
I'm not writing this because I want to be. In fact, it is- along with the surrounding circumstances- something I've been dreading for a little while now. But I promised myself I would do it, so here I am.
I'm just going to be straightforward with this. This morning, my dog died. This wasn't really a shock, as we knew he had only a few days left, and we had already made an appointment to have him put down later that day.* Of course, the fact that I knew it was coming didn't make it any easier