Much like Shady all those years ago, Tommy Westside is back assuming monsieur fullhouse decides not to karate chop me in half (he’s a black belt). My life was at a Castaway type crossroads. I felt it was important to take a step back and really analyze my next move. After spending many hours in prayer and various gold shows, I believe I have found my true calling in life.
Of course by all of this I mean I spent two weeks playing Assassin’s Creed 3. “How did it take you a full two weeks to play a game when you’re unemployed and doing nothing else?” It is simple arithmetic humble reader. I am the weirdo who gets complete victories when it comes to video games. Side mission after side mission is completed or I begin to get anxiety. The anxiety leads to panic attacks. The panic attacks lead to an over consumption of hot pockets. It is a vicious cycle. I can’t help but think if I don’t track down the bear who is proving to be a menace to the townspeople, the world will cease to exist. It is a sickness, but if I am not willing to save the world from Templar takeover than who will? If you have played the game, please keep it to yourself. In my mind, I am the only person who has ever played and completed the game, thus saving all of you from the peril of the sun. You are welcome.
Anyways, I have been working on some new ideas for the blog. A few of the ideas might even be good. Most of them will probably suck. Regardless if any of those ideas come to fruition, this will place will continue to do what it does best: find weird and share weird. Here is some of that internet weird to help get through that case of the Mondays (I’m told people say “case of the Mondays” are hilarious).