Blogging will never die, as long as I can help it

Impetus: A well-known blogger decides to call it quits, Mashable deems such an appropriate occasion to write a requiem for the practice of blogging as a whole.

Much like billions of people don’t know who I am, or have ever visited my URL, I have no idea who Andrew Sullivan is, nor can I say that I’ve ever read the Daily Dish.  However, I do know that in spite of putting up quite a good fight for roughly about as long as I’ve been writing stuff and posting it to the internet under my own one-man operation, Andrew Sullivan is, like millions of would-be bloggers in front of him, another quitter.

Chalk the Daily Dish up as another blog that will have the plug pulled from it, to sit dormant and collect dust until the registration on the domain is eventually forgotten, un-renewed, and transforms into a link re-direct site by an entity with the wherewithal to try and capitalize on the negligent mistake URL search.

What gets me is that the guy that ran the site, he got paid to write.  I would love to get paid to write, for a living, much less on a blogging platform.  And he still walked away from it.  His list of reasons why are pretty standard to most peoples’ reasons for discontinuing their own blogs, which is to say that they’re kind of weak, but at least he had the courtesy to state that he’s stopping, instead of just stopping it on some random post about a trite topic, only for it to never be posted to again.  The funny thing is that he stated leaving “before he burned out,” but the fact of the matter is that people stop because they’re already burned out; otherwise they typically wouldn’t stop, if there was still some gas left in the tank after all.

However, it’s not so much the news of a well-known blogger quitting that has inspired me to write as much as it’s the Mashable article in which I read of this story, as well as the so-called requiem for the practice of blogging outright.  Normally, I enjoy the things I read on Mashable; they’re not as pretentious or arrogant as the bullshit read on any Gawker website, not so mind-numbingly fluffy or plagiarist as a BuzzFeed “article,” and the fact that I still consider them as a regular read is a testament to that they’re not so terrible.

But ultimately, every article written on a collaborative website like Mashable, or any of the aforementioned websites, are still the voice of a singular person, the person who wrote it.  And personally, I’m not always keen on when people speak on behalf of others, much less myself, especially when it’s in regards to something that I don’t necessarily agree with.

Naturally, what I’m getting to is the fact that I have objection with what this particular writer is declaring about the practice of blogging, all because of the fact that one well-known, paid professional of a blogger has decided to throw in the towel.

The actions of one individual do not declare an entire medium invalid.

Cal Ripken, Jr’s retirement didn’t mean that Major League Baseball was dead.  Hulk Hogan retiring doesn’t mean the end of professional wrestling.  The Beatles dissolving didn’t mean the end of rock and roll, and the deaths of Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur didn’t mean rap was dead.  Michael Jordan’s (second) retirement didn’t mean the NBA was dead…bad example.

The point remains, just because one well-known blogger has decided to join the sheep and quit, does not mean that the entire subculture of blogging is dying, much less requiring a so-called requiem.

Sure, currently, the world is in this hyper-ADD mentality that lives and dies by Twitter, 156 characters at a time, and can’t be bothered to read anything longform these days, but that certainly doesn’t mean that that’s exclusive to every single person out there.  Undoubtedly, fewer and fewer people actually read blogs these days, because everything else is boiled down and boiled down to fit into tweets and quick summaries, there’s no denying that.  Not that my own brog has anything remotely close to be considered a respectable readership, and I know that the vast majority of the sparse hits I do get are usually bored people who suddenly remember that I post a lot of shit and can shotgun content a month at a time, if they’re so inclined to hope that I touch on a topic that might pique their interest.

But the fact of the matter is that blogs still exist.  And they will continue to exist, as long as there are people who are committed to the hobby of writing, and continue to write, regardless of who’s reading it or mostly not.  We might be few, those who enjoy writing longform, and even fewer those actually enjoy reading it, but it’s not always so much about hits, page views and necessarily knowing whether or not it’s being read.  I can’t speak for everyone else out there that does it like I do, but it’s mostly for the simple enjoyment of the writing itself that it happens at all.

Seemingly, everyone throws in the towel at some point.  Lord knows, I know more than enough people who have started blogs and let them wilt and shrivel up and die, and there are others that actually manage to keep going beyond a month too.  Not everyone’s going to be doing this forever, much less surpass the 15+ year mark.  Who knows, eventually maybe I’ll throw in the towel too, regardless of what evidence exists that probably says I won’t.

Regardless, whatever may come of the future, even if I’m the last brogger on the internet, as long as I’m trying to churn out words on a regular basis, there is no need for a requiem for blogging.

Either the franchise is sputtering or I’m growing up

Impetus: There’s a new Resident Evil game being released in 2015, Resident Evil: Revelations 2.

And I just don’t care.  It even has Claire Redfield as the main protagonist of this game, as I’d been clamoring for over the last few installments of the game that have repeatedly had Chris, Jill, Leon and Ada in them.  Yet it changes nothing at all, and I’m just completely unenthused by the announcement that another chapter of RE is coming out.

This means that the franchise as a whole is really sputtering, dying, drying up, or all of the above, OR it means that I’m simply growing up, past caring about the franchise.  Perhaps it’s a combination of both, as well as a few other factors, like the fact that I can’t stop playing League of Legends, and that I’m pretty bad when it comes to expanding my horizons beyond a few things at a time, much less spreading out my attention over numerous video games.

But continuing on the former train of thought, the series as a whole has been sputtering, legitimately.  RE5 was a fun game, but the storyline was undoubtedly corny, and definitely straying from the notion of RE being a survival horror genre, and transforming into an action/shoot-em up series.  The backlash of such a development clearly affected me to the tune of barely paying any attention to when RE6 came out, and it being almost an entire year before I got a hold of the game and began playing it.

And there’s no sugar-coating it, RE6 was pretty weak.  Sure, it was great playing as Leon and Ada again, PTSD Chris Redfield was kind of interesting, if not a little bit kind of gay in his relationship with Piers, and playing as the now grown-up, naturally designed to appear attractive Sherry Birkin was a surprisingly fun campaign.  But it’s like the creators of the game were stretched too thin making four separate storylines with seven main characters, and it overall led to a weak game.  At the moment, I can’t really think of any of final bosses, save for the awesome fight sequence that Wesker’s kid is put into against the super zombie.  See?  I can’t even remember his name, other than the fact that he was the confused romantic interest for Sherry Birkin.

Anyway, I think what really nuked my interest in the series was when I discovered of the existence of another RE game, that happened to actually release in between RE5 and RE6 – Revelations.  I was still on somewhat of an RE high, after dealing with and completing the DLC campaigns of RE5, and would have been more than willing to play more RE, if not for the fact that RE:Revelations was released for exclusively, the Nintendo 3DS.  Now I’d already grown exasperated with the fact that I had a GameBoy SP that was quickly made obsolete by the Nintendo DS, which was then made obsolete by the sleeker, more aerodynamic DS: Lite, and I wasn’t willing to plunk down even more money for a 3DS, before that too was rendered useless by the WiiU or whatever the fuck Nintendo is churning out nowadays to print more money.

So, I never played RE:Revelations.  Eventually, Capcom wizened up, and realized that releasing a storyline canon game to a sole system is not necessarily a great idea, and re-released the game onto actual consoles, like Xbox 360.  But the damage was already done to a gamer like myself, and I never bothered to go back and pick it up.

And now that the chain of RE games has been more or less broken for me, I simply don’t have any care or interest in the upcoming RE:Revelations sequel.

Maybe it’ll be like a blessing in disguise.  Maybe someday I’ll go back and get a copy of RE:Revelations dirt cheap when it eventually becomes a bargain bin game, actually enjoy it, and maybe reignite some interest to where maybe I’ll track down a copy of RE:Revelations 2 in the bargain bins and play it then.

But seriously though, I think it’s time, if not past time, for the Resident Evil franchise to be put to bed.  They just haven’t been quite the same since Shinji Mikami left them.

Why not

Long story short: Rapper 2 Chainz wishes to run for mayor of the town of College Park, Georgia.

My knee jerk reaction to this story was something along the lines of “n**** please,” but then I realized that I had momentarily allowed myself to forget where exactly where 2 Chainz wanted to be the mayor of.

Most people have been to College Park, Georgia, or at least passed through it, and not even realized it.  This is because College Park is where the infamous Atlanta Hartsfield(-Jackson) airport is located, in spite of the fact that it’s always given an “Atlanta, Georgia” address.

Now that we’re all re-acquainted with College Park, let’s all imagine the last time we’ve gone to or passed by the Atlanta airport, or the last time we’ve ridden MARTA, and vaguely remembered just what it looked like beyond the last stop before the airport going southbound.

College Park is a ghetto.  There is absolutely no way to refute this, because every which way you look, it’s dilapidated buildings, condemned shops, a litany of chop shops under the guise of garages or auto part salvage, and every other visual indicator one needs to think “man, this place is the ghetto.”

That being said, why the hell not shouldn’t 2 Chainz be allowed to be the mayor of College Park?  It’s not like he could possibly do any worse than whatever this Jack Longino guy has been doing as mayor of the ghetto over the last 20 years.  If anything at all, 2 Chainz would improve College Park simply by having his name associated with it, and as ghetto fab as they might be, dollars brought in are still dollars brought in.

But seriously, at this point, why not?  College Park is a ghetto and will always be a ghetto with whatever it is (or isn’t) being done there, so why not shake things up and let a rapper have that mayoral seat instead?  It really isn’t like he could possibly run College Park into the ground any further than it already is.

What would happen if fans ran the WWE

Impetus: Butthurt wrestling fans flood social media with their displeasure of latest WWE product, make major outlets like TIME actually think WWE is in trouble.

The WWE’s going to be fine.  They’ll weather the age of insufferable (social media) as they weathered the age of steroids, the age of reality, the age of competition, and every other age that they’ve ever had to weather.

As much as I hate to cite those obnoxious “Keep Calm” sayings, it actually rings true when it comes to wrestling fans, primarily those that only pay attention to the WWE; they simply need to keep calm and trust in Vince, because one way or the other, the company is going to survive this, they’re going to adapt, and they’re going to make it.

But for the sake of having something to write about, let’s write about what would happen if the fans truly had the keys to the WWE; after all, every fan that spouts off on Twitter clearly knows more than a company that has earned legitimate billions throughout its existence, and that clearly can be done with monkeys in the drivers’ seats.  So what would happen if real, intelligent, and smart fans ran the business with their litany of brilliant ideas?

  1. Daniel Bryan would die.  Without question, Daniel Bryan would perform every single night, multiple times on televised shows, and used on every single live event/house show.  Today’s fans are rightfully obsessed with Daniel Bryan, and understandably so, but they also seem to realize that the guy is coming off of neck surgery, and hasn’t even rehabbed for an entire year.  The man is already in pretty rough shape from a lengthy career of wrestling, taking bumps and doing stretching his physical limits, but the fans are going to demand more Bryan, and with more Bryan, the more he’s going to rapidly deteriorate, and it’s only a matter of time before he dies from simple overexertion.
  2. Likely to someone like Kevin Steen, or whatever he’s going by in NXT right now, because the fans are all gotten the mass opinion that the NXT roster (WWE’s developmental federation) is vastly superior to the current WWE roster, and if they were in charge would inevitably call up all NXT performers to the big leagues.  And since all WWE superstars are shit, Daniel Bryan would be matched up against all of the NXT hotshots like Sammy Zayn and Kevin Steen, who are good workers in their own right, but most of the time, guys are kept in developmental for varying reasons, some of which is simply the fact that their performance levels aren’t quite par to what the WWE is looking for.  And since smarks know that Kevin Steen can do a 450 splash, they’ll demand that he bust it out in his match against Daniel Bryan, but because he’s also a fat fuck, flipping and rotating 450 degrees before landing on a lightweight like Bryan will likely, kill him.
  3. Dolph Ziggler and Seth Rollins will become paralyzed.  Both are tremendous workers, incredibly over with the fans as the biggest face as well as the biggest heel.  Reportedly, the two of them have been “reprimanded” at various points for essentially being too good in the ring; sounds asinine, but in an industry of frail egos as wrestlers, it’s important that there’s somewhat of a consistent status quo of performance that needs to be gravitated around, and it doesn’t help locker room morale when particular individuals shine too brightly and make everyone else around them look dull in luster, comparatively.  But with the fans in charge, the shackles would undoubtedly be taken off, and it’s only a matter of time when two hotshots who live to steal the show, are paired up against each other and have 27 minute matches where the two try and outduel the other with higher and higher risk, and before you know it, there will be a botched Frankensteiner off the top off a scaffold that goes through Hell in the Cell, and both guys end up paralyzed and their careers end.
  4. John Cena, Roman Reigns, Randy Orton and anyone considered too big, “forced.” or “hogging the main event” will become instantaneous jobbers. Not only will they suddenly lose every match they’re in, the fans will demand the rebooting of third-tier programming such as Heat and Jakked for them to have an appropriate place to have their talents and efforts wasted in.
  5. Damien Mizdow becomes world champion until it’s decided that he’s too big.  And when the fans grow tired of Mizdow, they’ll quickly turn their backs on him, and in a twist of irony, the guys the fans will have relegated to the lower card will find appreciation and acceptance in purgatory, and in a moment of Schadenfreude, the writers will be able to suppress guys like Cena, Reigns and Orton, much to the dismay of the WWE universe.
  6. The WWE would probably go under. Let’s be real, if the fans were in charge of the WWE, everyone they liked would be worked to literal death, storylines would become unnecessary and arbitrary, developmental would cease to exist because they’re considered ready, and the fans would get bored.  The company’s assets would burn out, die or be overworked to uselessness, the product would subsequently suffer, and it’s a matter of time before the entire endeavor stops becoming profitable.  The reason the wrestling business model works is because it’s always in a state of leaving the viewers wanting more, regardless of if they agree or disagree with the product, but if fans were given everything they ever wanted, there’s little reason for them to continue to tune in, or continue vesting interest.

It’s really that simple, and it’s really not that big of a deal.  The wrestling industry has always been criticized for one reason or another, and this legion of disgruntled fans is only a big deal now, because of the strength and presence of social media, and the general ease of accessibility of the WWE and all its superstars.  Fans boo because they’re expected to cheer, and they cheer when they’re expected to boo.  It’s a current age of insufferable, and people want to play back against those they feel are trying to play them.

Regardless, they need to calm the fuck down and stop trying to take the company over, because when the day is over, they’d simply ruin it if they all got what they were clamoring for, and that’s simply not what’s best for business.

My goal as a father one day

If I can become a father that doesn’t burden his children with his inability to set an example of how to live his own life, then I will have succeeded as a parent.

In other words, if I can become a father unlike my own, I think everything will be just fine.