Even though I haven't been on the ladder for a week or so I've been meaning to write this particular post. And since I used up my first bad mood killing tactic (Dr. Who Binge-Watching) yesterday, I figured today I'd write about stuff I like until the creeping ennui dissipates. Which could mean there'll be a gajillion new posts on this thing before the day is out. Who knows! Alright, then.
I can't really call this a Starcraft Diaries entry because I'll only be talking about the game briefly. I mentioned I wanted to talk about sexism in gaming and nerd culture, but I don't want to parrot all the opinions flying back and forth across the internet.
Ah, the keeping of journals is a wonderful thing, allowing one to look back and see an earlier version of oneself in the days when the future was golden and one had not yet stupidly fallen prey to cannon rushing. More than once. My shame is endless. I'm serious about the journaling, though - I think it might be interesting to chart my progress and changes in perspective while I learn this game and look back later to see how silly I was. So that might be what this blog is turning into, we'll see. I'm buying Guild Wars 2 soon, and I'm sure I'll have plenty to say about that.
Alright, I admit I'm indulging in a bit of hyperbole there. Losing is not really awesome, but its good for you. Like broccoli and showering. Winning feels amazing, don't get me wrong. Watching your horde of carefully built up units tearing through an enemy base until you see that 'gg' in the chat before the victory screen pops up engenders a special kind of elation. Sometimes there isn't the 'gg', sometimes there's an angry "f u ck yuou" (misspelling taken verbatim) but that is a separate thing that I will get into later.