Twenty four years ago I was adorable. Now I'm inquisitive and hilarious.
I have a plastic tooth to replace one lost in a mosh pit during my more ridiculous high school years. I speak shitty German and I ride a bike. My Xbox gets so much use, I'm sometimes embarassed. But I'm unemployed, so my time is spent writing blogs on the internet, reading good literary fiction, and playing video games.
In the grand scale of things, I'm a late-bloomer. My parents banned all consoles from my house as a kid. See what you've done? Now I game constantly to make up for years of lost time.
I won't list my favorites, because you've probably seen ten lists like it before me.
There's a life-sized Boba Fett standee in my living room.
I did not expect to be making such short blog that has little to do with gaming and more to do with myself, but I can't contain my excitement. A new friend for my exceptionally professional work place arrived today. It's the response to my haiku entry over at Tomopop during Destructoid's 25 days of giving. Which I found to be quite giving.
This is an exciting gift, as I'm still very much a n00b here. Hell, my forum avatar only recently ceased to be a slab of fresh meat with a surprisingly fantastic haircut. I started blogging right off the bat without taking much time to get acquainted and was not immediately chased off the face of the internet. For this, I am grateful. Though, I am twice as grateful for my new bobble-headed friend, who wobbles as I type in an approving fashion. Though this may prove to be an issue.
Why, yes, Mr. Destructoid. I will write a blog all about how a spot on my toast this morning looked a bit like Captain Falcon. Thanks for the approval. I'll get right on that.
Thanks for the many front pages, hours of amusement at my soul-crushing job, and this fine Mr. Destructoid figure.