Happy New Year! It's almost upon us. Here's the part where I ask if you have any resolutions and then chide you for treating January 1 as some artificial threshold for self-improvement that you will most certainly ignore. I never really have any myself. . . (More after the break!)
Why not just set and maintain goals for yourself all the time? Anyway, set your weight loss goals or whatever for 2016. Don't listen to me. Do your thing.
Right now, it's that weird, liminal period between years. It's after Christmas, but before the new year. And I'm on a self-imposed deadline. Finish. The. Novel. I had hoped to have the first draft done before Christmas, so I could spend this time catching up on reading and movies and all manner of other consumption. But noooooo. I screwed around, naturally. It's not that I've lost my steam. I just haven't been protecting my writing time like I should. Yet here I am, wasting my time with you.
Christmas was outstanding this year. I do hope that you enjoyed your holiday of choice and reaped all of the rewards, material or spiritual, that you were asking for. If you're a subscriber to OneofUs.net, you'll find me on the Original Gentlemen podcast chatting up Star Wars, best of the year, and goats with nasty predilections. Some of you also asked if I'd be on any sort of Star Wars, the Force Awakens spoiler-filled podcast and now I can smile upon you, gifting you with my wisdom HERE.
I've also been stirring up trouble over at Rage Select. THREE episodes in a row! Just when you think you're out . . . they pull you right back in. Jeff and I wrought Christmas chaos upon Minecraft (part one & part two) and tried our hand at defusing bombs in Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes. The latter went very well, I must say. (It didn't go well. It really, really didn't)
It's certainly an exciting time for Cargill. The first picture was released just this morning. I approve. I'm a huge nerd for Marvel, as many of you know, and this looks outstanding. I couldn't be happier for my my amigo, of course. That horrible, talented bastard.
I think Battlefront might have finally loosened its grip on me. I haven't played in days, which is unusual. I know that some of you have a tremendous amount of hate for this game, calling it Battlefield DLC with a Star Wars skin.
And you're not wrong.
But I enjoy it, anyway. Nonetheless, I may have moved on. Still playing the new chapter of King's Quest and spending a bit of time in Marvel Heroes. Hey, they just made Iron Fist a playable character. How could I not?
AND NOW . . . YOUR STUFF!
These are your people. You. Your ilk. These are their works. Support them! Spread the word!
Patrick is a good friend of mine and remember last week when I said I knew a lot of amazing artists? Well, he's certainly no exception. He's a talent in the old, magical hand-drawn style of animation. It's pretty incredible. He's got Patreon going so he can finish his animated short, My Dad the Giant, and he posts regular updates where he shows off his sorcery. Check it out HERE.
More degenerates with More Let's Plays. This is an epidemic and it must be stopped. But they have a Let's Play called 8-Bit Borrachos, which I'm going to watch based on the title alone, so . . . check 'em out HERE. Podcasts! Video games! Sports! You need nothing else in your life.
MICHAEL "THE FIZZ" SCALLY
Michael is an artist who has opinions about wrestling. And who doesn't, really? I know I do. I have very, very strong opinions about wrestling. But I won't share them here. You've heard them and they mark me as a horrible, horrible monster.
But check out Fizz's stuff! He's got a podcast, a demo reel, and artwork to sink your eye-teeth into. You can find his lair HERE.