Hotdog Social

As some of you know,  I've been blogging for a few years off and on.  I normally blog about video games,  but once and awhile I talk about my life growing up. Of course that is never as exciting to readers as shiny new video games.  Oh how gamers are so serious about their games. Curse you if you don't like their game! That type of thinking made me come to the conclusion:  blogging is a giant Hotdog Social.

 

What is a Hotdog Social?

It's when you get a bunch of leftover pieces of whatnot together,  blend it up,  pack it in to a dick shape,  slap it in processed crap that is meant to bloat you with bullshit ingredients,  cover it with colorful extras,  and feed it to a bunch of mindless fatasses trying to shove 6 or 7 in their mouth at once smearing lard all over their faces.  Somebody is bound to choke and die. That is game blogging at it's finest.

I never conformed to the format of regurgitating news stories or licking some developer's balls just to feel special when they commented on my blog or retweeted me on Twitter.  A developer to me is someone I want to pick their brain and figure out where their creativity comes from. I ask them a question,  they ignore me,  fuckem! They answer my question or socialize with me,  great they just made a new friend. Other than that,  they're just another person I wouldn't recognize in an empty room. 

So why am I blogging again if I don't want to talk about games or shove hotdogs down my throat?

Because I want to express my creativity through writing and if that involves games from time to time or dual wielding genital shaped food,  so be it. I might come off as a self righteous jerk,  but really I just want to have fun. If you've read me before and enjoyed it,  feel free to tell other people I'm back. You might want to warn them though,  because this shit is going to be crazy.

Don't expect anything. Expect everything!