So it has come to pass, that once upon a time, when you least expect it, and with a change of tense, I’m writing this post which was once a mighty post, but withered away in the yawning decades of before TF2 came to save us from the darkness. If you are still reading, and do not feel too puzzled by the first bit of this post, I will now tell you a little story. But first, a random screenshot from our beloved game, TF2:
The ever popular Max, admin and newswriter for the influential TF2-news site Onlinegamer.se and co-manager of the upcoming Online Gamer League, has been naging me ever since I got home, to start writing news articles or other journalistic material for the above mentioned Onlinegamer.se, henceforth known as OG.se.
Wisely, I have so far declined the request, and done so over and over for a couple of hours now. But quite honestly, I do not know what I should choose here. Quite honestly, if I was to gain access to the mighty OG.se, and write at will, I would gain tremendous power and influence over the poor losts souls who read it, instead of reading this fantastic and mindboggling site. On the other hand, which is in this case not MY hand, but one I borrowed for my neighbour who coincidentaly died from a bit of a chop chop with a large sharp blade. But never mind that!! The other hand is that I would be sucked up into another blog with even more pressure to produce material, and at a steadier rate, and certainly of a higher quality. MOST certainly without references to anti-semitism, jokes about murdering people and pet food.
If I am to be quite completely honest, the offer is as appealing as lucrative, but the downsides are quite crushing. Perhaps I should wait a bit, and choose later, but argh, Max will nag, SO MUCH!!! Every day probably, or maybe not. The world is coming on down, and who am I to casually type in slightly mad and spacefilling spam about a subject which is not really your business at all? Who are you to just sit there, in the safety of your home, muttering words like “hmm” and “wtf” while contemplating my deep thoughts? WHO ARE YOU?!
The second bear turned to his friend and asked for some honey, but the first bear just said, nah, I’m too lazy. Then the second bear became frustrated, and slightly bored with asking people to help him. He just went on down the honey road and got himself some bloody honey. Never again asking for help from others, because he knew, deep inside in his beary heart that when there is reason to be lazy, there is no reason to get busy. At least not for some. At least not on the internet.
On a sidenote, Kowalski of this clan today dubbed me the “Strindberg of the Blogging world”, which is a very derogatory term. But its fine, because here at hb0da we are not only prejudice against the poets, but also against the blacks, the jews and the catamites. And now for something completely different.
