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Breaking BETA

2013-05-28T11:25:00.000-07:00

For those who thought that this was going to be about a game, or a program, or something in a test phase, you’d be wrong. This is going to be about something much more important, and much more real. It’s about breaking out of being a BETA MALE! DUN DUN DUN~!!!

If you don’t know what that means, then you should probably look it up. I don’t really feel like defining it in some long winded speech. Instead I’m just going to ramble on about how I’m not going to tell you what it means! b( ^ - ^ )

To be honest, I’m more talking about being beta in terms of my love life, and not really any other part of my life. I’m not saying that I’m perfect otherwise, but love is where I really fall flat on my face. I’m pretty pathetic at it, and that really bothers me, so I’m trying to improve and break free. Maybe get a girlfriend eventually.

So why do I say I’m super beta when it comes to love? It’s not like I’m super awkward with girls; I don’t do the hover hand or anything like that. It’s just when it comes to asking them out, or anything date related. I love talking ABOUT relationships with them, but I just lack the confidence to actually ask them out. I find it terrifying, and I become short of words, which for me is a pretty big deal. My confidence level goes from hero to zero.

I usually give the excuse that I just get friend zoned, and I’m not saying that there isn't truth to that at all, but in my heart I know that it’s partly my fault. Another one I like to use is that I want to get to know them first. That’s not a bad thing, but there’s usually a time limit. She’s not going to wait forever for you to make a move, and someone might make a move before you do, right? But that’s what I do.

You might be wondering, “What happened? Were you born this way?” Well no, I don’t believe I was, but there is an origin story I like to tell. I had just got into grade 7 and was going through some rough school times, you know, bullying, no friends at the newish school (started when I was grade 5), and what not, so I wasn't the most confident guy around.

Anyway, I had a crush on a girl I knew for a while from my church, so I decided to do the only thing I could think of, write a love note. It was poorly written and I left if anonymous, obviously, and put it in her youth group mailbox. Well, even being the discrete kind of guy I am (near ninja level), she still manages to figure it out almost instantly. What happened? Rejection of course! But not just rejection, oh no; she got pissed, and got her friends to get mad at me, and I was suddenly hated at church too.

Well, safe to say that was the start of it all. I mean, the rest of the school stuff didn't help my confidence either, but I think I've recovered fairly well from those days, but starting a romantic relationship with girls still hasn't recovered.

The good thing is I’m trying to change! I’m slowly trying to step out of my comfort zone, and get out of this rut. My biggest dream is to get married and have a family, and that’s not something I can just do on my own.

My progress so far: I've asked a girl out on a legit date, not just the hang out friend date. The result was failure, but that’s okay! My next goal is to ask someone who I haven’t known for a long time and get a yes. Wish me luck! I’m breaking out of BETA!

Wrath of Khan 2.0

2013-05-23T19:29:00.001-07:00

For those of you who've talked to me in the past week, you probably know that I went to see the new Star Trek movie that came out Star Trek: Into Darkness. And for those who didn't talk to me, I'd like to tell you what I thought about the film; I didn't like it.

I mean, it's not like I hated it! In fact, while I was watching it I felt that the movie was pretty okay. But that's the thing, it was just okay. And the more that I thought about it after the fact, the less "okay" it got. I LOVED the first revamp of the Star Trek universe, and having Sylar play another seemingly emotionless character was perfect!

Then what's my whole issue with the whole thing? Well for one thing, it was just a revamp of the movie Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan taking place in the new alternate universe, which seems incredibly lazy. Granted the story isn't a retelling of the original, but they obviously take some major plot points from it. The biggest is where Kirk dies instead of Spock. They even have a cheesy conversation where they say that they just did what the other would of done.

Another thing was just some of the really bad acting moments that happened during the movie. One that sticks out in my mind is where Alice Eve's character gets forcibly beamed off the Enterprise. She starts getting beamed off with some super advanced tech and her best idea to stop it is to run towards the lift flailing her arms? Come on.. In fact, her whole character seemed... unnecessary. I guess the fan service was nice, but other than that, she wasn't really needed.

As far as "movie" things, that's really my biggest problems. You might be saying, "well that's not that bad, why are you crying so much?!" Well, maybe not, but the disappointment was still there. Like I said before, it kind of sets in and slowly gets worse over time. It's like these hot wings I like to get once in a while where the first few bites are okay, but then it hits you. And it doesn't stop there, it just keeps getting worse! Plus, milk doesn't help! That's MADNESS!!! So yeah, it's like that, but with disappointment.

Perhaps I'm being too hard on the lens flare movie of the year. Looking back, I wasn't really in the best mood going into it due to the events leading up to it. Allow me to explain. If you've gone to a movie with me before, you know I can be pretty ocd about where I sit. I like to sit near the back, but not right at the back so I can get the surround sound experience. I also like to sit right in the middle, or if the middle is in the middle of two seats, in one of those seats. I've become quite proficient at locating those seats, and if it's a movie where you can book seats, well that makes everything so much easier! Unfortunately I was not the one booking the seats.

I had to go do something, so I got my mother to get the tickets. Not only did she not get the seats right in the middle, but we also didn't catch the IMAX showing of the movie. When something is available in IMAX, I usually see it there just because I like the experience. I had already missed seeing Iron Man 3 in IMAX, I didn't want to miss this. Unfortunately it was sold out, so we went to the next best thing, Ultra AVX. Not bad, but not IMAX.

Anyway, back to the seats. She ended up getting us seats in the very back and almost all the way to the left. I literally sat there before the movie started and part way through the previews looking straight ahead and thinking, "I can only naturally see half the screen. And I don't get the full surround sound experience!" I was pretty upset. When my mom saw the look on my face, I just said I was tired. Luckily she left it at that, but it was safe to say, I wasn't very impressed with how things were going.

So, maybe the new Star Trek wasn't as bad as I thought and my distaste for the movie was the sum of the movies shortcomings and my movie going personal preferences. Perhaps I was just in a harsh mood. Then again, I'm pretty forgiving of movies, and didn't mind a lot of movies that send many away with a bad taste in their mouth; which means it was a sub par film. Who knows! This is, of course, just my opinion, and the only way to find out the truth is to boldly go to a movie you've never seen before!

The Death of a Hero

2013-05-11T12:31:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, a hero died. Not an actual hero, but a fictional one. And he really didn't die yesterday, I just finished reading that he died yesterday, so to me I fee- well you get the point. The hero, or character if you will, that I’m talking about is Drizzt Do’Urden.

For those unfamiliar with the Forgotten Realms world and/or Dungeons & Dragons universe where he is most well-known, Drizzt is the name of a rogue drow (dark elf) ranger that is the main character in a large number of books. He’s well versed in combat and always trying to grow and find his way in the world above; all the while taking on grand adventures.

So why should I care that this character is dead? Fictional characters die all the time in literature, even main characters. Hell, from what I hear about the Game of Thrones series, EVERYONE dies eventually. What makes this character so important to me? Well, to me, Drizzt can almost symbolize my love of reading.

I’m not saying that now that he’s dead I’m going to stop reading books; that would be silly. So what AM I saying? Let me explain with a story.

When I was younger, I was never really interested in reading books. I’m not a fast reader, and I usually didn't find anything we read in English or L.A. very engaging. It showed with my terrible book related assignments. I mean, I liked reading manga when I discovered it, and some comics were okay too, but actual books were never my thing.

I would read the odd book here and there, something from my church library, or a” choose your own adventure” Goosebumps book, but nothing major. I still remember the only book that truly engaged me and interested me, The Stone and the Maiden. It was a fantasy book that was on clearance at the Cole’s book store at Northgate mall. But other than that, I hated to read.

I mentioned The Stone and the Maiden because it was a little bit after that when I first encountered the stories of the most interesting drow. I was in junior high at the time, and I don’t remember why I was even in the school library at the time. I think it was because I was actually looking for comics or manga to read. Instead I found a small paperback book describing a journey that a dark elf takes to escape his homeland.

To this day I have no idea why I ended up borrowing it, but I’m glad I did. I was instantly hooked on the story, but more-so on the interesting character that was Drizzt Do’Urden. For me, connecting to a character is probably one of the most important things to me in a story, and not really the story itself. I know this may apply to many people, but this is about me, not them!

I couldn't put the book down, and I was finished reading it in a few days. I had enjoyed the book so much, and was overjoyed to find a list of books on the first few pages of the book that took place in the same world; and better yet, it told me the title of the next book in the series I was reading. I went to the library after school that day and took it out, and when I was done with that I took out the next one.

I had soon read a good eight books in the few months following, the most books I have read in that length of time. But it wasn’t enough. I began going to the public library and looking for more books to read. I thought I had done it, I finally found a genre of book that I could get excited about! So I borrowed another fantasy book that seemed to have an interesting premise. To my disappointment, when I started reading, I found myself less than satisfied.

This dissatisfaction continued until I almost gave up on read novels again, but then I found him again. Drizzt. The Thousand Orcs had come out, and I found it sitting on the shelf. I was once again drawn into that wonderful world. Since then, I really only anticipated when the next book in the series came out, and nothing more. Even the side trilogy that followed two side characters was interesting to me.

No other writer has really captured me with a world and characters like R. A. Salvatore has with Drizzt. Even looking at the books I've bought with my own money, excluding World War Z and The Zombie Survival Guide, they’re all Drizzt related. But now he’s dead. Sure, some of the other characters had died before, but he felt like the glue holding it all together. And now that glue is gone. The worst part is (in my opinion), that his death wasn't worthy of a great character of his ability.

So Drizzt is dead, and so too perhaps, my main reason to be excited to read books. I know that there is another book coming out featuring Drizzt later this year, but I fear that it will only be an encore, a last hurrah.

What will I do then? Will I just simply reread the books? Finish reading the Drizzt stories that I have yet to read? What do I have to look forward to now?

This series has been with me for a long time, and looking back I’ve rarely deviated to read something else. I stated at the start that it would be silly to say that I would stop reading entirely, but what if I never find anything that grabs me like these books have. I was a really picky reader to begin with, and not much has changed in that sense.

So where does that leave me? Well, all I've been able to as myself is:

“What now?”

“What’s on your mind?”

2012-11-03T05:34:00.000-07:00

“What’s on your mind?” That phrase is seen by millions of people who use Facebook. Some take is literally, using their wall posts as a kind of diary. Others use this to make posts that generate a lot of attention towards them.

Personally, I don’t really like to use the social network service, but when I do, I usually try to be funny. I rarely post anything myself. That’s because I find that the times that I feel like posting, what I would post would be inappropriate for a public wall post. Most people don’t really want to know what’s on my mind. Only what is going on in my life, if anything.

So I guess that’s why I’m making this blog post right now. I know when I started this blog I thought that I would try to be funny, and tell funny stories as I lived my daily life. I guess now… my feelings have changed. I guess I just want this to be a place where I can post what’s on my mind, funny or not.

So what is on my mind right now? Well, I’m about to leave Sapporo, Japan, in a few days. And, although I didn’t make a lot of friends, and I really didn’t have a grand adventure, I’ve become quite attached. As the date of my departure grows closer, my heart grows heavier. The knowledge that I will be leaving this city, this amazing county, weighs down on me. I say that I’ll be back, that I’ll return some day, but what if. There are so many uncertainties, and I can’t help but worry about what’s to come. I also worry about if I can keep the relationships that I’ve made. I know I’m bad with long distance relationships of any kind, so I worry about this. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Adventures in Japan #2: Welcome Party

2012-07-30T16:48:00.000-07:00

So, if I haven’t mentioned it before, the reason I am currently in Japan is for a required internship for my school program. And don’t get me wrong, this is what I was looking forward to the most for school. Who wouldn’t want to go to Japan? Even if it was for work, I didn’t care. I was going to Japan!

So before leaving, one of my friends who had gone to the same company that I was going to, told me a little bit of what to expect. One thing that he mentioned to me was the welcome party that would be held for me and one other fellow intern a couple things in. For most people this would sound amazing! But for me, it wasn’t that simple.

I was excited and nervous all at the same time. Being excited made sense, but nervous? You may think that I was just shy, but that would wrong. The reason was, I knew I would be expected to drink… booze. And in Canada, I never drink. I mean, it’s not liked I’ve NEVER drank any alcohol EVER, but I don’t normally do it willingly. I think the extent of my drinking before that was the odd wedding, or the few peer pressured times with friends. My lack of interest in alcohol is due to the way I’ve reacted to it in the past; instant migraine. Migraines suck.

That said, going to a place where drinking is the social norm worried me. Teachers and students assured me that I would not be forced to drink at the party, but I knew it would be rude not to. I knew I had to drink, I was not a girl (it is more acceptable not to drink if you are a woman, or so I’m told), so I was expected to be able to drink.

So the day of the party came a week and a half in. The location was the Sapporo beer garden. By that time I felt a little more at ease about the whole think, but I was not looking forward to drinking at all. But of course, it was unavoidable. As soon as I sat down, a large glass of beer was placed in front of me. I hate beer. As soon as the welcome speech was over, everyone cheered, drank, and started eating.

The party was all you could eat and drink, and the food was genghis khan (kind of like yakiniku with lamb). I think I would have had a better time if I actually ATE anything. I was told to eat and then visit all the tables to drink with them, but I kind of missed the eating part. Every time I would see a piece of almost cooked meat, I would move it closer to me so I could grab it when it was done. But someone would snipe it when I was in the middle of a conversation. EVERY TIME. I think I had 4 pieces of meat.

Anyway, someone at my table noticed that I didn’t seem to like my beer, so he asked what kind of drinks I enjoyed. “Sweet drinks,” I replied in terrible Japanese. So he called someone over and ordered something sweet. What came was a dark pink drink, and they called it something that sounded like “Cassie’s orange”. It looked super girly, but that never stopped me from enjoying a Shirley Temple, so I took a sip. I actually liked it! It was really good at washing the taste of beer out of my mouth for sure. So, with pink drink in hand, I went to go mingle with the rest of the people.

That was the easy part. I went from table to table, introducing myself, talking about whatever. There was one table I really enjoyed, that talked about things that were NSFW. But all in all I was having a good time. So good in fact that I was already on the fifth glass of that pink concoction.

By that time, I had returned to the “fun” table, and was ready for a good time. Unfortunately for me, my stomach did not agree with me. I had never been drunk before, but I’m sure that at that time, I was. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was past that. Shortly after sitting down, I began to feel queasy. I was up almost as fast as I had sat down; destination, bathroom.

I was okay for about five minutes, and then… Well, you can probably guess the rest. At least I didn’t waste any meat. I staggered out of the bathroom, and everyone asked if I was okay. A girl was kind enough to get me regular orange juice, but that little incident kind of put a damper on the rest of the night. That was until… KARAOKE!!! Awwwww yeaaaaaah!!!

So what have I learned? I learned a couple of things. I learned my limit, I learned what it is to be drunk, and I’ve learned not to drink that much again. Unless of course puking rainbows is my desired result.

Looking The Same

2012-07-25T23:23:00.002-07:00

“All Asians look the same.” Many people know this phrase, and it’s usually taken as a light hearted joke among friends. Among those who are unfamiliar with the different Asian nationalities and cultures, I’m sure it can be very difficult to tell where someone is from. But, generally, for those who are familiar with that area of the world and its people, you can tell where someone is generally from. People from China look different from those who are from Korea. The same goes for many if not all of the Asian countries. Each country has something that gives the people something special, and generally people from a country can identify others of the same nationality. Unfortunately this does not seem to apply to me.

Now, I’m a Filipino, and I can definitely tell when someone is a Filipino, but almost nobody can tell by looking at me. Even other Filipinos! This strikes me as odd because I always thought I did. It can be funny sometimes to walk up to some Filipinos and pull out the Tagalog out of nowhere and see their reaction, but it gets old after a while. Pretty much all Filipinos mistake me for being Chinese, which is odd because a lot of Chinese people seem to disagree.

These mix-ups didn’t really bother me in Canada; it was something that I was more curious about than anything. But during my travels, it has been quite problematic.

Probably one of the most irritating things I’ve encountered is on the planes I took to Japan. My first flight was through Korean Air, mostly because it was cheaper than the other alternatives. “This is nice,” I thought, “Just me and another Filipino in a row for three, window seat, good movies, and decent food.” But then it began. Because my fellow Filipino was on the end of the row, he would get asked what he wanted first, and then I would come next. He was asked in English, which was normal, but then when she asked me it was suddenly Korean. And this happened every time. I’m sure that there are a lot of people on the planes to remember everyone, but every time? And apparently I looked nothing like a Filipino because the one beside me got English EVERY TIME. And the fun doesn’t stop there.

After making it through the terribly long flight to Seoul, I had to run to my connecting flight. This time I was seated next to an old Japanese couple, which was fine. This flight also had many Filipinos (we’re everywhere!). I thought that this flight would be better. I look nothing like a Japanese person. None of the Japanese people I’ve met in Canada have ever said anything of the sort.

Apparently I was wrong. The same problem thing happened on this flight. I’m sure it didn’t help that I was sitting next to Japanese people, but I looked nothing like them. The worst part was, when I got the immigration form on the plane, they gave me the Japanese one! I even asked for it in English!!!

Actually, I lied; the worst part was getting off the plane and lining up to the immigration desk along with all the Filipinos and then noticing them all having the English ones. AND they all thought I was Japanese after I asked them about how to get the English one.

Since I’ve been here, I’ve been asked on a number of occasions if I am Japanese, or of some grandfather was Japanese. I’ve also gotten shocked face reactions from people when I go to talk and they realize that I’m a foreigner. I’m sure I could use this to my advantage if my skill in Japanese improved enough. All I’d have to worry about is how to explain why my name is “Patorikku”.

Adventures in Japan #1: The Train Creep

2012-07-22T23:00:00.001-07:00

So, as I said before, I’ve been meaning to vlog but can’t find the time. And although it is true that some of the things that I tried talking about quickly expired, stories never go bad. So I’ve decided to share them here! How exciting! So let’s begin on this wonderful journey.

It happened one morning on my way to work. I had only been in Japan for about a week so I was still trying to get into the swing of things. This particular morning I was feeling more lazy than usual and so I was running a little late. Although I’m a Filipino, and being late is nothing new, I don’t enjoy it, so I was trying to make the train in time. I briskly walked through the train station and went through the ticket gate with no problems. It was then that I heard the train arrive at the platform below me.

I had gotten into the habit of going down the stairs that are slightly farther ahead than the first set; only because it meant that I did not have to change direction (it takes so much effort!). But today I was in a hurry, there was no time for energy conservation, so I bolted down the first set of stairs and jumped into the nearest door that I saw. I managed to slip in just as the doors were closing. SAFE!!!

Feeling happy with myself I looked for a spot nearest to the door on the side that I exit from (I had learned that trying to fight your way through to the door at your stop from the middle of the train car was not very fun). I was in luck; there was one right next to the door. I walked up and casually grabbed the handle, and prepared to enjoy the ride.

On the opposite side of me stood a school girl who looked like she was doing some last minute studying for an exam (I deduced this from all the other students reviewing the same set of notes). What was strange was that when I snagged my spot, she uncomfortably shifted away from me. This made me ponder for a moment, but I soon dismissed it as a young girl being shy. That was, until a few stops later.

After several stops I noticed that the car that I was in was not as packed as it usually was. By this time I was usually sandwiched between two serious looking business men trying to get to work like me. But there was no one. No one near me anyway. I wondered if there was some kind of holiday, or if a bunch of people had the day off. Then I noticed the car over. It was full of the serious looking business men I had become accustomed to. That’s when the thought hit me. I didn’t want to believe it, but it kept nagging at me, telling me what I had done. Desperately I looked around, looked for something that would disprove this embarrassing truth. Instead I found the opposite. A big pink sticker on the window in front of me confirmed my fears. And it wasn’t just on the window; it was on the wall, doors, and outside of the car. How did I not see!?

“RUSH HOUR: WOMAN ONLY CAR”

It’s not like the women only car was something new to me. I had experienced it in the Philippines before. Also, shortly before leaving for Japan, a friend showed me a post from an American doing the same thing. I even told him, “Hahaha, I would never do something like that. It’s so easy to see what cars are for women!” How ironic.

How did this happen? Well it turns out that the first doors down the first set of stairs are the end of the women only car. I didn’t have to worry taking the other stairs because the women’s car ended before getting that far down the platform (that’s what I get for changing directions).

Immediately, a feeling of uneasiness came over me. I could feel the women’s stares, like judgmental daggers sticking out of my back, “pervert”. Plus, I couldn’t play the “stupid gaijin card” either. I’ve been told on many occasions that I don’t look like any specific kind of Asian, and more than a few Japanese people who had met me had asked if I was even part Japanese. To all those women on the train, I was a perverted Japanese business man.

So how did I cope with this situation? Not well. The American simply jumped off at the next station, but I did not have that option due to my time constraint. While most would simply slip into the next car and go on with their day, this did not occur to me. Instead, I slipped as close to the door as I could, made myself as small as I could, and looked out the window until my stop. To make things better, the door had a big pink sticker on the window as well, reminding me of my fooling mistake.

Arriving at my stop I jumped off that train like a horse out of the gates. It’s safe to say that I’ve never done that again. Strangely enough, I started using the first set of stairs from that day on, but now I make sure there are no big pink stickers.

Can’t Say No To A Good Deal

2012-07-20T23:03:00.001-07:00

For the past week the Steam Summer Sale has been in full swing. It has been a week full of great deals on many games that I’ve always wanted, but never had the money to buy. Games that are normally twenty to thirty dollars go for pocket change, and because of that my game library has almost doubled in size (mostly with those wonderful indie games that are so cheap). But although some would like the sale to go on for much longer, I feel somewhat relieved that it is coming to a close. Why? The deals.

Wait, what? The deals? How could that possibly be a reason for wanting something to end? Especially after saying I was enjoying them so much. It is in that fact that I am glad this sale is ending. I find it very difficult to say no to a good deal, especially ones like “75% OFF”.

Growing up in a home where you’re told that you should wait for something to go on sale to buy it, and then when it does go on sale being told to wait till it goes even lower, kind of makes an impact on how you see sales (I mean, what Asian DOESN’T like a good deal?). Now, when I see a sale, I feel the urge to buy it, even if I don’t need it. And, if I miss out on one, I feel as if I had missed out on something great. And when you add the fact that Steam actually tells me how much I’m saving, how can I say no? “You get this game for $2.99 and save $12.47” Most people will see that and say that I would still be spending three dollars, I see that as throwing away thirteen.

But so what? How is that a problem? Surely you would think that once I am out of disposable that I would stop such shenanigans. Unfortunately that is not the case. My urge to “save” is potentially costing, more than saving, me money. All the two to three dollar games start to add up, and when there are new deals EVERY DAY… It has gotten to the point that I am rationing food so that I don’t have to buy more until next pay day so that I can safely buy something on sale. So as you can see, this sale is getting quite troublesome.

And don’t get me wrong, if food was 75% off I’d be buying that up like crazy. But food is not 75% off, so I will have to endure. I just hope I don’t run out of food.

I’m Not Crazy, I Swear!!!

2012-07-19T23:41:00.003-07:00

Everyone talks to themselves. It’s something that people do when they thing, something like self-reflection. But some people associate talking to themselves with being crazy, which I totally disagree with. I mean, sure, there are people that ARE CRAZY who happen to talk to themselves, but that doesn’t mean all people are.

A friend once told me that the difference between the two was that normal people usually, if not always, do it in their head. This seems like a fairly reasonable explanation to me, except for one thing. I’m pretty sure I don’t fall into the first category, and I know for a fact that I’m not crazy.

Sure, there was this one time, when I was walking home from the bus stop and I was talking to myself out loud, when I noticed some people in the distance look at me funny (or maybe they were just looking in my general direction). And I said to myself out loud:

"I wonder if I think I’m crazy, talking to myself like this?

Huh, maybe, but I know I’m not crazy. Right?

Yeah, I’m not crazy. And so what if they think I’m crazy. I know I’m not crazy so I shouldn’t have to worry about such things.

Good point. I’m not crazy.

Yup, not crazy."

At this point I was at my door and went inside, content that I was not crazy. And clearly, you can see that I am oozing with sanity. Not crazy. (´･ω･`)

Trying Something New

2012-07-18T18:13:00.000-07:00

I have been living in Japan for just over two months now. Before that, I lived in the Great White North (a.k.a. Canada). Right before I left my life long home, I decided that I was going to start vlogging, and do it on a regular basis. I even made my first and only video. It was a mini review on the movie that had just come out “The Avengers,” followed by a story of what had happened to my friend directly after the movie. At the time I thought that it was AMAZING! I thought, “This is going to be huge! I’ll get SO many hits!” I even put “The Avengers” in the title in an attempt to get hits on key word searches. Alas, the video was only seen by a small handful and, honestly looking at it now, it was very... meh. I did get some helpful feedback from some friends who watched it, and wished me luck on the next video. The plan was to start making videos once I finished settling in. Let’s just say that that didn’t really work out. I did record a couple attempts, but I either didn’t have time to edit, or by the time I finished, the relevance of the video was gone. And so, there have been no new videos.

Which is what leads up to today, where I am two months in with no videos to speak of. Then, while sitting on my desk, I thought of something while writing a game recommendation on steam. “Why don’t I just try regular blogging?” So here I am, typing this up, and trying something new. Now I just have to see how long I can keep this up.