i haven’t really written any decent blogs of late because my keyboard has been acting pretty damned funny. Hell, I’ve been so wrapped up in abunch of different things that I haven’t really had time to breathe, between the youtubing, discord server managing and god knows what else, I’ve barely had time or energy to edit part 1.1 of Toro Cancro, and that shit has become pretty damned epic! In truth I’ve been feeling run down as of late, between moving into the garage to make room for all the visitors, dealing with a whole slew of other problems. not to mention that my k key has been acting a little weird. So my opportunities to keep this thing alive are pretty much in the shitter. but I am getting the hang of things.Like how to not to freak the hell out when something’s not going your way… that was solved a while ago. Anyways, there’s this idiot from my past, Chuckles2979, really fun guy, great sense of how to keep a grudge on fire, the kind of guy who’d make a game of bridge with the granfolks seem like a horrible idea. Anyways, guy keeps bringing up shit from the past with his own embellishments… God, I really don’t need to learn how to spell. So this kid, Luke, goes by the name of Cancer420 on youtube, really cool, really talented, makes this awesome tribute vid, admiring and all that, and all of a sudden, 2979 just goes and rips me a new one with this revelation of my past!
Like, WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT!? Honestly, I’ve buried my past for a fucking great reason, because it isn’t the type of thing I actually want to talk about, ever again! Needless to say, I had to go through this guys post and take it apart piece by piece, in the end, he e ends up repeating himself a few times, like that’ll help his case I hope to god I haven’t lost a potentially awesome friend with this idiot running his fucking mouth like that. And yes, I get that my K key is acting the fool. At this point, that’s not the point.
I’m kind of tired of this whole thing coming back to bite me in the ass, every time I’ve moved past it, someone wants to rub it in my face. It was six years ago, I’d rather not go through all those memories again and again, and it’s actually pointless. I’m trying to get everything that’s stuck behind a miles worth of bullshit out in the open, I have this terrible habit of not blowing through all the crap to get to the heart of the matter, also, let’s talk about this constantly having to scroll the fuck down to see just what the shit we’re up to writing! This is just fucked up, more ways than one! It’s like WP.com wants us to stop our thought, hit the wheel, then resume our thought train like nothing was wrong.
Um, excuse me, but my train of thought is lie a hyper charged Japanese rail gun train, that shit ain’t stopping for nothing, and even though half my posts content is just random bullshit I throw in there, there’s got to be a way to not feel like I have to stop at every fucking page, and scroll down. Hell, you don’t see a fucking marathon runner stopping just because they have a dinky little glass of Gatorade do ya? NO! They splash that shit on their face and they keep moving the hell on!
But like I was saying, what happened at Victor Valley College was just the err of youth and inexperience. I’ve always had a hard time moving on from one thing to another, even though my day to day focus is more or less a rapid fire exchange of this conversation:
Brain: “Hey, let’s do this today!”
Mind: “Fuck you, I’m doing this!”
Ass: “I’ve gotta shit like a whale blows water out its head!”
It’s more or less like that. At all times. I don’t have ADHD, what I do have, is a massive list of shit to do and not enough Doc Brown DeLoreans to go around so I can get that shit done. Maybe I’m over reacting to a slight annoyance that I almost feel like i’m being eternally punished for something that doesn’t matter to me any more. … I don’t want to go through all that pain in the ass stuff again. I’m already shy as hell as it is, and the fact this guy is spreading my personal business around is fucking ridiculous. I’m not mad or anything, I just want the chance to talk it out with him, see what the fuck is going on in his head, and if it turns out to be Daniel, good god am I going to rip his ass a new one… Not Keem, Hogg. I swear to god I’m so fucking ticked at them both, but I give no shits either way… It has been waaaaaay too long since I’ve written a proper blog post like this, where I’m just free and clear to write whatever the hell is on my mind. Seriously, I could do this for as long as I have the concentration to do it, and do it for near three hours to clear my head? Oh dear god, that would be absolutely amazing.
Anyways, I’ve been so distracted with a bunch of different things that I’ve become scatter brained, and I guess that’s the word I’m looking for, scatter brained. I’m not sure people like my posts, or just read half a sentence, decide not to finish em, or whatnot, but I guess that’s alright in the long run. I try not to care too much… I know for a fact that there IS a minor slice of my subs/followers that DO watch all the way through,and I guess that’s a good thing. but, hey, that’s life. We live in an increasingly distracted era where if you ain’t doing what other people like, then to them, you’re absolute shit. That’s only around fifty or sixty percent of the peeps. Art and originality are dying. Slowly falling the way of copy cat artists trying to slam a buck or two together because they’re terrified of the ramifications of trying to blaze their own trail. It’s a ridiculous mindset in its own factual honesty…
Speaking of Originality or factual honesty… Let’s talk about Keemstar, or Daniel Keem for a second. Actually, let’s watch me own the shit out of this idiot, the moment he stops talking for a good ten or twenty seconds is the moment where he is entirely focused on just what he accomplished by posting a certain video about teen boys and their surfing habits.
In fact, Yeah, let’s talk about him. #Daniel #Keem, is a “News Anchor” Type Youtuber, in which he reports on the drama between Youtubers. He’s not an offical journalist, he’s not even a reporter. Just a guy, with a mike, a bag of pop corn, and a skype and discord connection. I’m not even sure what the fuck he was thinking when he tweeted this little gem, but I get it, it was a troll! In his words, he called it a troll, but I call it indirect controlled harassment.
It doesn’t matter… We are each made the person we through our various thoughts, wills, and actions. If we are so inclined to be the person that walks the darker path, knowing that we have abandoned the light in search for a darker route to fame and riches, then who are others to claim that they are the leash which pulls us towards the paths end?