I've been back in town for a few days now, so it's high time I get cracking on MitE again, since my job search is still fruitless and I may as well occupy my time with something I can be pleased with before I die of consumption in debtor's prison.
That said, one of the goddamn songs for the fuck-titted Christmas episode has completely stymied me. I'm simply too poor a musician to achieve what I want, and I don't know what to do instead. I've reconciled myself with not having the Christmas episode out in time for Christmas, because 1) no money changes hands here, 2) I would never forgive myself for leaving a song that horrendous in there, and 3) in years to come you can look back and squint and pretend it was out for Christmas.
I've got some new instruments and doohickeys to help make more silly songs full of swearing and Humorous Vignettes also full of swearing, and I'm also getting itchy to make more videos. Some Christian is all fluffed up and bothered about the Father Andorr video, and if he actually thinks it's serious, I may as well just enjoy the entertainment value.
1UP.com was sold off to the video games journalism equivalent of those syndicated video clip shows with the snarky announcer trying to sound young and cool, UGO.com. Half the staff, and most of the recognizable personalities, lost their jobs. My favorite podcasts have been suddenly silenced. It's a disheartening blow, because one of my many daydreams was to write for or have something to do with their operation. As my various dreams wink out one by one like so many collapsing stars, it's only a matter of time before they find me face down in a gutter somewhere clutching a bottle of inexpensive fortified wine with three days of beard and a cucumber up my butt.