Have you ever finished reading a book and been left feeling not quite the same? Maybe it’s a feeling of emptiness, possibly sadness or even depression. You’ve been welcomed into a story — a world, which unfolds around you, presenting characters and people who grow and develop the more you delve in. It could be fantastical or relatable, or both. Discovering more and more until you realise that, sadly, it’s all coming to an end too soon. Then it’s over. It’s gone. The experience you’ve been welcomed into, the thing that was growing before you, has stopped and you know that you’ll never experience it the same way again. The words don’t change. Your interpretation might, but still, it will never be a part of your life like it was that first time.
Welcome to the first issue of RECYCLED CONTENT! Where I repost something I wrote on another website a long time ago, that next to no one would have previously seen and probably for good reason. Let’s get started…
Sometime around 2003 I made my first website. It was http://www.geocities.com/korn_spiracy3 and it no longer exists. The idea was fairly simple, and its focus was just one thing:
When I was a kid going to a video game store used to be fun. Yes, that’s correct, just as the title suggested. Actually, it doesn’t suggest it — it downright states it. I guess I should explain this in two parts. First, why it used to be an enjoyous activity and finally (which is redundant in saying as it’s only a list of two things) why it sucks ass nowadays.
I wasn’t able to find a 2018 calendar that I liked. Last year I had a Legend of Zelda calendar. I was rather happy having a whole bunch of different Zelda games to look at each month. I figured “Why don’t I make my own calendar!” It was harder than I thought, but I prevailed in making the…
Calendar of Mario
Here is April.
There’s only one thing that will make me go back towards civilisation. Just one. Is it for comfort? I think not. I don’t need comfort. What about entertainment? Hardly. I don’t think anything can hold my attention long enough to distract me these days. Could it be to find happiness? Lol. How cute. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ve been alone so long now I just want to remember what it’s like to have contact with someone else — anybody else. The need to feel companionship once more. No. After what happened last time… I just… I just need provisions.
It wasn’t until the mid-to-late ’90s that I had semi-regular access to a PC. It was a rather big thing. Sure, I had used them at school and at friends’ places but this was a computer I could access more often. It was my grandparent’s computer, and frankly, I don’t really know why they bought it.
I remember my grandma (a.k.a. Nanna) telling us that she got it by calling a number on the back of a magazine advertising them for sale. When she called the SUPER AWESOME PERSONAL COMPUTER HOTLINE the salesman asked