Its always fun to be able to write something that isn't a game related story, a game review, a comic, etc. So I figured since I've got some downtime, and I think I'm basically up to date on all that I have to do that I would write something just because I've got the time, and I need to write something just so that my brain doesn't rot away completely. There's so much to talk about and yet there's nothing to talk about, but isn't that always the point. There's just so much happening 24/7 in today's world and its damn near impossible for one person to absorb all that there is, and yet I know I'm not alone in my attempt to always know about the latest and greatest, be it news, or getting the latest overly hyped game that I'll probably play through once and then it will join the ever growing collection of neglected games. I know that there are those out there who would say, "hey just sell them back to GameStop". Well I would but I feel dirty doing so. Though at the same time I have no problem getting a used copy of a game. I just feel that my games haven't lost as much value as GameStop wants me to believe, that's all. 
 
Now of course this dilemma of trying to keep up with everything doesn't just extend to games. There's also a mountain of books, movies, TV shows, sporting events, music concerts. How the hell is someone suppose to be able to take all of this in? The answer is that no one can, people can get close, but by doing so you're letting your life bleed you completely dry. With trying to do everything you're forced to schedule out your time. There's no spontaneity, there's no room  to get yourself lost, to day dream, to allow yourself to relax. Stress is a killer, and I think its safe to say that my day job has enough of that already, why would I want to continue to do so outside of the 9 to 5 hours. now of course I say that, but even I know that I'm still stressing and planning every little detail so that I can at least feel like I accomplished something, even if it's simply catching up on the latest episodes of Warehouse 13. 
 
Now that I think my ranting or rambling is subsiding I will close this blog, it may get read, or it could just go into obscurity, but in the end it has accomplished what I needed it to do and that was to allow the brain free rein of the fingers to just get some pressure off the brain. So what do you think people of the interweb, and giant bombers?