Hi there, do you ever have problems writing? I am Fred Moneysleaze here to tell you about a revolutionary system for getting the most out of your writing. My new system is called just start writing you stupid fuck. The system is simple and all you need is a standard pair of head phones. Just insert my CD in your computer and magically you will begin composing sonnets that even Shakespeare would drool over. The CD plays my voice chanting the same simple mantra over and over. Basically it’s me screaming write you stupid fuck over and over again. Here is how you order
I bet your wondering where what inspired that little bit of insanity? If your willing to sit still for minute I will explain. I was wandering the shelves of my local used book store this weekend. I saw this book on improving ones writing just sitting there. It called my name, I clearly heard that. So I flipped through a few pages of this self help tome. Immediately I wanted to find a match and set the damn thing on fire. It was full of pretentious bull shit and it didn’t appear to have anything useful to say. I do wonder how many young struggling writer actually read this piece of trash. Look my writing skills are junk, I never deny that. A toddler has a better grasp of grammar mechanics than I do. Still I keep writing and then write some more. The dirty little secret isn’t all that secret. If you got something on your brain then write it out. Hell I sat down and just started writing this morning. No idea what was going to pop out. My crazy brain has plenty to say and my fingers just let it spill out on to the page. While understanding the mechanics of writing is critical, the process is not rocket science. Take Fred Moneysleaze’s advice and just write.
There is a new controversy brewing in the world of video games. In fact actual journalism might of taken place digging up this story. First go read the damn article, as a gamer it is something you should be aware of. Welcome back, let’s hope you read that piece. Otherwise you won’t understand a damn thing I am about to talk about. So we have another case of developers and publishers attempting to screw with the review scores of a video game. While this development is no shock to me I do have questions. Does this incident stand alone or is this just one example of a larger problem? Does this mean gamers should just stop paying attention to reviews all together? I suspect those question will once again start swirling around the internet proper. I foresee the debate will look very similar to the Gerstmann/Gamespot mess. We will probably see the tinfoil paranoid army on the march again, with reasonable people just looking for answers. As of yet I have no set opinion on the matter, well past not being surprised. I’ll get back to you when I figure out what I think. If nothing else read the damn linked article.
What would you do, if you knew the exact date of your death? Would you change anything about the way you live? I am not talking two weeks to live shit. I am saying your going to be around for a while, but not for a long while. I am constantly fascinated with how other people react to things like that. As humans we all fear death. It is the biggest unknown we face. Yet we all have a shelf life there is no debating that. I wonder how much knowing the exact day you become worm food would alter peoples habits? For myself personally I don’t care. While I am sure on some level I fear death, I made my peace with that threat years ago. It’s crazy, but you come within an eyelash of death enough you get numb to it. Let me put it like this. If I die tomorrow, I will have no regrets about what my life was. Most of the people I come in to contact with can’t say the same. I will never tell you not to fear death or embrace that it’s going to happen at some point. I do find the idea of knowing when well in advance fascinating and decided to share it.
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