Well, I’ve got a shitty blog going. (No, I’m just kidding. I’ve all but stopped writing.)
But I figure I’ll just not let the host go to waste.
So here you go– Katawa Shoujo mirror.
Let the devs know, if you can.
http://longlonerun.com/%5B4ls%5D_katawa_shoujo_%5Bwindows%5D%5BC3798628%5D.exe
I’m 26.
The numbers don’t matter very much. Not on their own, anyway. It’s when you put them in context, that it starts to matter.
Let’s start then, shall we? Put in the fact that I am still an undergrad in college (although not for long anymore), you can see that I am not your ordinary college student. Put in the fact that I have run a marathon on my own… well, actually, I don’t think that amount to much; one can be twenty and run a marathon as much as one can be fifty-two and run a marathon. Either way that doesn’t change the fact that running twenty-six miles had made me taste hell.
But that’s another story. And story it is—hey, check this blog. What’s the title? I should have at least a few running stories. Only if I could remember them when I am in front of the keyboard. Ah, memories…
Perhaps I could put in the fact that I am an extremely forgetful man with short-term memory in near-handicap zone, which is… I guess, unfortunate for someone my age? It does seem to get worse as I grow older. I guess I am no longer a teenager.
I don’t mean to whine, but the more I think about it, the less upside I see of growing older. I mean, you get more repercussions for acting silly. The body is bound to break down more if you do something marginally stupid. I’m only a third way to death and if I’m feeling old already, by god, I don’t want to live.
I have no idea what I wanted to write. I still don’t. Welp, it IS my personal blog.
(flickr/ambientfusion)
Or, maybe, it’s like I never came.
Everything was on purpose; I will tell you that much.
I thought that I could somehow make a blog and write in earnest—update often enough and keep things fresh, with witty comments and general professionalism abound and such.
Hah. One can dream.
I started an optimist and ended a cynic. I would love to blame someone but that would be bullshit. I dug my own grave by doing doodly squat.
So what am I doing here now?
I’m giving it a life support, basically. It’s more or less dead, this place…
And I probably killed it.
So give it another chance, I am.
In this blog.
In writing.
In myself.
Too bad I’m still going at it alone.