It just struck me that it would be a great idea to start a project where "wasted" in "100 Days Wasted" meant drunk as shit. After a hundred days of being intoxicated, how would you feel? Imagine being so CEO-rich that you could try that experiment without automatically turning homeless. Hmm. After a hundred days of drunk, you might as well have lost several million dollars. Still, imagine the crazy amount of random shit your house would be full of. On that first day of sobriety, try convincing yourself that buying that velociraptor skeleton for three million was a good idea.
The editor-in-chief at PCG reminded me that I had missed several days in this blog. Well, he's just a stand-in for the proper editor-in-chief. The real one is a wise viking man. Jakob is a fat ginger. Giving him a bit of authority is like giving Napoleon laser eyes. For reminding me about failing yet again, I will rename him Vajay-cob. If I weren't typing this entire post on my phone, I would provide an artist's rendering of what Vajay-cob would look like based on the name. Imagine, if you will, one of those photos in biology school books from the 70's, where a woman is giving birth and the baby's head is halfway out. There's blood and hair and covered faces everywhere. Imagine a corncob in the baby's place. There's a Vajay-cob.
It's been 15 minutes since I started typing this post and I've only written this much. The keyboard on a smartphone is alright for notes and whenever you're not in a hurry. I'm not in a hurry now but it still feels ineffective as all hell. Oh, well.
I wonder what kind of crap I'm going to do next in terms of funny shit on the Internet. Is there really a place for me in the YouTube gaming community I wonder. Me and Monty are working on a rather amusing idea for a parody of myself that might get done at some point in time. Maybe. Possibly. Maybe not ever. Oh, me.
Let's end on a high note: H maj