Nothing beside remains
Round the decay of that colossal wreck
Boundless and bare
The lone and level sands
Stretch far away
This might need an explanation for the three of you still following this blog for non “THE_HOUSE” related posts.
Back in March of 2012, after months of trying to get a decent blog off the ground, I finally launched Double Jump Company, an outlet for me to talk about my interests while also reminiscing about the nostalgic “good ol’ days” of my childhood.
Things were good for a while, with certain posts earning me a small but devoted following (and one article that was reblogged by voice actor Josh Keaton himself!). Momentum really picked up with my Halloween Countdown and May Madness events, the highlights of DJC.
(Oh, and I got to meet Rob “My Childhood” Paulsen)
But something happened last October, as I sat down to write an article to prepare myself for the second annual Halloween Countdown. I was broke, depressed, and too busy to focus on it. All of that would’ve been easy to overcome, of course, if it weren’t for THE_HOUSE.
I found a thumbdrive while biking one afternoon with a weird video on it, and since I posted it to this blog, it’s practically gone viral, with over 21 thousand notes clogging my “Activity” button. While it’s awesome that something I posted has gone viral, it’s also a constant reminder that it’s the only thing I’ve posted on DJC that anyone cares about. It’s depressing, and annoying, and that’s why, last October, I had to die.
That being said, I want to be a writer. I love writing, especially about things that actually interest me. I love being able to take something as mundane as a pop machine and dish out 500 words about it. I also love giving people things, or when people are so loyal and invested in what I do that send me things (and seriously, Steven, Justin, and Sara, all three of you still rock like no one’s business). I love being able to dish with a personal hero of mine. Above all, I love hearing from people that they had forgotten about something from their childhood until they read an article of mine, and the nostalgia floods back to them. That’s what it’s really all about to me.
I want that back, on a bigger scale. A slightly more professional, organized, in-your-face scale. I’m talking more videos. Legit videos. That Guy with the Glasses-level videos. I’m talking more Top 10 lists, more nostalgic articles; hell, more articles in general. A complete overhaul of a Double Jump Company.
And, if everything goes well, that awesome new blog will be up and running on May 11th of this year.
So mark your calendars and bookmark this, because the first big post will be reblogged right here in a few short weeks. I’m excited, and I really hope those of you who remember me are all on board for the ride.
You are all assholes.
No, I’m not being cute. I’m not being funny. I’m not just addressing one group of people. I’m talking to every single one of you.
We’ve all heard the jokes. “Welcome to Tumblr, where every idea is welcome…unless it goes against the majority, in which case you’ll be lynched and thrown into an incinerator!” Some people have managed to find ways to avoid the idiocy of this website. Some people have tried using Tumblr Savior to avoid things they disagree with. Others have limited their dashes to only a few friendly blogs. Others have played it safe by not even bothering to voice their own thoughts, and simply reblogging the thoughts of others.
But the fact remains: Tumblr is a cesspool of hate, entitlement, power trips, and hypocrisy. And each and every one of you is to blame.
Every single person who “fights for a good cause” by attacking someone innocent. Every single person who has ever reblogged someone’s opinion with an “I hope you die” response. Every single person who has ever sent anon hate. Every single person who scrolled passed someone being bombarded by a cavalcade of “social justice” warriors and did nothing. Every single person who reblogged a cause and thought that they were saving the world.
You are the problem with the Internet. You. And all Tumblr has done is give you an outlet to be the vile, despicable, pathetic, moronic, sociopathic, cruel, horrible, obscene, morbid, childish, desperate, miserable, useless monsters you can possibly be.
And the worst part of it all? The most repulsive, terrifying aspect of every single one of you? You don’t even know you’re doing it. Some of you even think you’re saving the world on here. I’m a monster, but at least I can acknowledge that I’m a monster.
So I hope you all continue your Heisenbergian bullshit with blind fanaticism until you look outside of your digital kingdoms to see just how deranged you all are.
Guess I got what I deserve
Kept you waiting there, too long my love
All that time without a word
Didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget, or I’d regret
The special love I have for you
My baby blue.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
"You’re not from around here. Your eyes…they’ve seen things."
(I haven’t posted this one yet. Don’t know why I’m doing it now. Anyways, good night, I suppose.)
"Between you and I…the whole League of Evil Exes thing? I was in a very dark place when I put that together. So…forgiven?"