Just over a year ago, I discovered the wonderful medium of comic books and made them a part of my everyday life. During this discovery phase, I wrote about comics a lot. I even dabbled a little bit into video content with the In Third Person Comic Book Show. The comic situation today is a bit different. I still read, though it’s been months since I’ve posted about them in earnest. What gives?
Personal finances have been a concern of mine for quite some time. I’ve fretted for years about the way in which money has freely flown out of my bank account, but didn’t really make the effort to stop that from happening. In hindsight, I also could have done much more in terms of saving money for the future.
Instead, I am where I am, and where I am could be a lot better. I still have steady work and I make more money than I ever have in my life. This I acknowledge and am grateful for. However, my expenses are also at an all-time high, and that’s before factoring in a wedding. Savings? I have one, though it’s a far cry from being useful in terms of paying for this wedding or making a down payment on the house. About a month ago, after a culmination of life circumstances put me in a real jam, I finally decided to take an active role in making things right.
Click click clack! Click click clack! Click click clack!
This is the sound that my fightstick makes as I practice Decapre’s crouching medium kick into heavy Rapid Slash combo. It’s only two moves long, and one of those moves can be triggered by simply mashing a single button, yet I’m weeks into my practice and can only land it about 50% of the time against a stationary dummy. What makes this two move combo so difficult?
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On July 27, 2014, under the Florida starlight, I got down on one knee and asked the love of my life for her hand in marriage. With no hesitation, she said yes and we’re now happily engaged. Looking forward to Steff and I’s future adventures together, wherever they may take us!
For years, I’ve gone to great lengths to ensure that I create a steady stream of content for In Third Person. I’ve bought dozens of games to play that I wouldn’t have purchased otherwise in hopes that my time with them will be worth writing about someday. I’ve played dozens of games that ended up being bad and justifying my time with it by creating a post or video about it. I also literally spend every day working on this site in one way or another.
For those of you who support this site with your visits, views and/or purchases, thank you. I truly appreciate it and I hope to continue making all of your visits worthwhile. However, trying to maintain this pace has taken quite a toll on the quality of the content I produce and on my person well-being. Instead of going forward as I always have until I drive myself nuts, I’m going to take some time to think things through instead.
In adulthood, reaching a birthday isn’t as exciting as it used to be. One more year removed from youth, getting old can be depressing or scary. Thankfully, I’m in a great place in life, so that helps. Also, all of the sweet birthday gifts I got surely make a positive impact as well. For the purposes of this post, I’ll write about the video game goodies I got.
About a year ago, I was standing on the outdoor scale at the Heart Attack Grill in Las Vegas. As someone who hadn’t stepped on one in a very long time, those rising numbers came up and smacked me like an uppercut to the chin. I know I hadn’t done anything to keep that number down, but having the number be that high and exposed in a public venue like that was a certainly a wake-up call.
Though I sat on my butt for far too long, I finally found the motivation to do something about it. It’s been over a month since I started hitting the gym and I definitely feel better. I’m better able to withstand the stresses that come with this cardio-focused workout. Strictly from a visual perspective, I think that my face and my gut are less pronounced than they used to be as well. Having recently stepped on the scale, the results caught me off guard.
Over the course of my lifetime, I’ve fallen very far down the video game rabbit hole. I’ve spent countless hours of my life playing them. Countless hours reading about them in magazines and the internet. Countless hours writing and talking about them through this blog. Probably have spent well over $10,000 on consoles, games and other gaming paraphernalia. To say that video games are just a pastime would be a gross understatement.
But how far can one man go before they’re just tired of it all? My parents thought I’d grow out of it, though I’ve proven them wrong by gaming well into adulthood. I thought that my fervour for the medium would never end, though my interest in video games of late has hit an all-time low.
Many years ago, while looking at my blog’s publishing options, thought it’d be a cool idea to start a blog and write posts that wouldn’t get published until 100 years from now. I’d write about my life and the happenings of the early 2000s and beyond, and when the 2100s hits, this random time capsule blog will start publishing posts out of the blue, detailing life as it were 100 years ago. There something romantic to the idea that I love. However, the idea is heavily dependent on these blogging mechanisms of today still working a century from now. Say what you will about the major blogging players today, but who the heck knows what will exist tomorrow? Oh well, one can dream.
With the upcoming releases of the PlayStation 4 and Xbox One approaching, I thought I’d recount some of my previous launch experiences. If you’re like me, I remember many of my experiences fondly. First up, the Gamecube. If you’ve got any launch stories, I’d love to see them in the comments!
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