It's been a while since I blogged about… well, anything, really. But I'm doing so on this occasion due to Dan Ryckert following up on the potential I knew he had.

I've loved Dan's antics since Game Informer. He was always the best thing about that site (although I do so love me some Tim Turi) so the news of his hire at Giant Bomb was just two of my favourite things being smooshed into a sexy, crazy gestalt. And then I realised a lot of the stuff out of his mouth was potentially a new shirt design waiting to happen.

While Ryan was always my muse and actually-very-involved partner in crime on the shirt thing – and as such is irre-fucking-placeable – Dan promised to be a new well nay gushing oil rig of dumb shit that would rekindle something in my brain. (I'm probably mixing my metaphors with the oil rig/rekindling thing, but then I realised the two ideas combined cause an oil rig fire, and that imagery kinda seems perfect when we're talking about Dan.)

Well, here's the first thing that's spawned from that promise. It's something that's been kicking about in my head since he first made mention of it, but I've only recently had time to implement it. I think it speaks for itself.

Side note: I still totally use Salty Bet. No, I'm not kidding.