Wow, what a thing to wake up to. I just crawled off of my couch an hour ago, and logged onto Dtoid- and that weird new box in the corner says I rocketed all the way up to 2200something in the Destructoid rankings. How did that happen? I checked my profile, and found an influx of new comments on my most recent attempt at a Monthly Musing. Huh? I thought it was long gone from the c-blog front page. I click the blog link- and there's that green banner staring right back at me.

Promoted?

What the cock?

Am I still dreaming? No, Bender's not outside pushing my car anymore. It's real!

I'm flabbergasted. I'm honored, really. I've been wanting to get a front-page since I started putting more time into blogging, but I really didn't think I'd hit the homerun right away.

So, a sincere, pixel-laden thank you to the Destructoid editorial staff for bending their rules slightly to bring my loose collection of mental brain thoughts into the spotlight. I really can't say how overwhelmed I am.

A few notes:

- Magfest actually took place from January 1-4, 2009- I put the writing in the present tense for stylistic purposes.
- Like a game show, I edited out some parts not affecting the overall purpose of the article- such as the fact that the Xbox 360 froze (as it did all night) during the final riff of "N.I.B.", or that our original second song was "Toxicity" by System of a Down, only to find that it hadn't been downloaded to this particular console. All hardware at Magfest is loaned out from attendees.
- Batthink: Because of the above, I don't know exactly how we did on our first song, but I finished with 89% on Master Exploder medium.
- I still may have some details wrong. My mind gets really fuzzy, so I'm always open to corrections from people more aware of what actually happened than I am.
- I don't think I did enough justice to my bandmates. Without Jordan and the others, I wouldn't have had the chance to get on stage. Thanks guys, you absolutely rocked.

Again, thank you to the Destructoid editorial staff and community for giving me a slightly larger infinitesimally-small slice of cyberspace on which to speak my piece.