get a blog

Something I've been trying to push and get over for what seems like the last few years is a return to the days of Web 1.0, or at least Web 1.5. As it turns out, I'm actually a pretty big fan of a time where everyone had their own space to express their thoughts and showcase their talents and personality, without having to do so on the same three or four web sites run by nazi jerk offs that nobody likes to use.

Realizing lo these many years that I really, really, really don't like social media. I bang on about it a lot, but it's true. Now, I can't say that social media never did anything good for me; met a lot of my close friends, met my girlfriend, found a larger platform for my artwork and game development. But for all the good, there is so, so much more bad out there. A lot of heartbreak, a lot of betrayal, doxxing, lots of headaches and bullshit. Like yeah, without social media, I wouldn't have as many friends, but I also wouldn't have a 20+ page Kiwi Farms thread. I wouldn't have a girlfriend, but I also wouldn't be hated by a bunch of people I've never met because I was dumb enough to fall for a white woman's tears when she got backlash over a shitty, racist-in-retrospect article.

And on top of all that, I'm just tired, dude. I'm tired of the quote-tweeting, and the screen capping, of whatever stupid bigoted shit HitlerGamer69 said today. I realized way too late that being an independent watchdog does nothing for nobody. You're not going to end white supremacy by sharing Richard Spencer's Facebook posts and saying, "get a load of this guy!" I don't care what transphobic shit was spouted by Graham Linehan, or Jesse Singal, or Ricky Gervais, or Meghan Murphy, or Leigh Alexander, or who the fuck ever. That shit fucks with my mental health, which we all already know is extremely fragile and tenuous to begin with. Doesn't help that, despite my best efforts, I'm still stuck in that 2015 mindset of checking my timelines first thing in the morning, and hoping that I don't find a fucking suicide note.

So, why get a blog? Well, for one thing, I don't have to see all that shit I mentioned up above. Another thing, it lets you say whatever you want, for as long as you want. Some of you motherfuckers out there like to use Twitter to write a whole damn essay. I don't want to read theory or whatever in 180 character pieces. And you can put that whole thing down in a blog format, and you don't have to worry about being interrupted by bad faith arguments mid-way through. They have to read the whole thing to give you shit first. No more of this "part 1/484" shit, put it all down at once.

The great thing about having your own space on the Information Superhighway is that you can just post whatever the fuck you want, dude. Want to post a screenshot from Sonic Jam on the Sega Saturn, then follow up with a picture of a butt, with no rhyme or reason? Go for it! Hell, I'll do it right now.

yeah you're welcome

Post about games. Post about music. Post about food. Movies. Books. The local Chinese restaurant down the street from your apartment. Your latest haul from the thrift store. Design the look of the site to match your personal aesthetic if you want. It's all about you, here! In a time where so much of the internet is consolidating to a rigid corporate structure, maintaining your own individuality is more important than ever.

In creating your own space, you get to make the rules. You don't have to worry about being mass reported and having your shit taken down. Unless you're posting like child porn or trying to recruit people into the klan, in which case you should consider going offline and doing a Swanton Bomb off a very tall height into the nearest pile of broken glass. Fuck you. But yeah, otherwise, you don't have to worry about terfs and The Gamers trying to silence you.

I think the point I'm blindly groping for here is to just kick your feet up and have some goddamn fun on the internet. I can only imagine how tired the rest of you are at always being at someone's throat, and vice versa.

Now I'm going to post another song at the end of this entry, because fuck it, I can.

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