Holy crap, I’ve run out of things to blog about. Here I was all set for a grand revival of the illustrated blog tradition and… nothin’. My brain is out of ammo and now I have to punch all those demons to death instead.
So long everyone, it’s been real, etc.
Just cough out another entry about Mega Man 2 or Symphony of the Night. C’mon. You know you want to do it…
Perhaps you can do a super long write up on the brilliance of Rhythm Tengoku. (If you’ve done so already please excuse my ignorance)
Lol you did have someone do a long article on it. I’m ashamed…
I demand a full refund.
So… no issue 2 then?
There’s plenty more bad Sonic games to make fun of/Sonic fans to enrage.
Actually, I’ve spent the day editing GameSpite Issue 2. Which I guess is why my brain feels all shriveled up.
Aww, our writing’s not that bad, is it? :(
You should have come to hang out in Berkeley.
Don’t sweat it. Between the awesomeness of Gamespite Issues and Talking Time Fun Clubs, you can afford to balk on the blogging for a bit. Well, you can afford to balk on anything on the site, since you’re not paid for it, etc.
What? No, your writing’s fine! I’m just, you know, a control freak.
I’m just annoyed at having missed a couple of days, because I’m trying to see if I can still make it a month with no misses.
I’m just razzin’ ya Parish. Just don’t take any wooden nickels gettin’ balled up hitting on all sixes. Other 1920s slang.
You are man, not machine. Such perfection would be inhuman.
Shake it off kid.
Yeah, walk it off. I want you to do three laps around the gym.