It’s interesting once you get away from Facebook, how much of that stuff is utter garbage. Waste of my time, and I’ve been reading things that actually interest me in my spare time when I’m not working.
Things I’ve done since my last post:
Went to the ass end of Comic Con on Saturday, saw Dante from Clerks.
Worked. A lot.
Played a lot of Starcraft 2. The co-op mode has been fun yet the maps get boring after repetition. That isn’t bad though considering each character you can play adds a different depth to what your options are.
Am about to pay off one of my bills permanently.
Big Little Lies on HBO is worth the watch. How they got this cast is beyond me, but it’s a good one.
Brief update as I’ve been busy with work and lack of sleep due to a pain I wake up to regularly because I need dental work.
I am still in the process of adding to this blog, not all formats are finalized and once I get time and motivation more will be added too.
I also have plans for my YouTube channel where I have ideas I plan to bring to that format that will also be posted here. So we shall see where this new web path brings me in the coming year.
It’s been 4 days since I posted anything, but I had Zerg and Terran forces to slay during the weekend and poof Monday was here and I had to work again.
I don’t want to get into a habit of not writing, because then all I have is games and work. Sometimes I just don’t have a lot to say.
It has been an amazing experience leaving Facebook though. All those lull moments where I would check to see what other people were doing are filled reading things that are actually relevant. No more garbage memes and click bait for days. I read news and articles, even if the president thinks they are fake. One of my favorite things to read lately is @roguepotusstaff on twitter. The insights into this administration are hilarious. We do have a toddler in office, a spoiled one at that.
That’s it for now, just came in to fill the gap of days, heading for work now.
If you’re ever in Lexington KY, this place is a must eat. They by far are one of my favorite places to eat out and the Etouffee is delicious.
It is seriously my all time place to eat in Lexington. I tried going earlier in the week but they were closed because they ran out of food and had to spend two days remaking it all. Needless to say, it’s worth the wait.
The food is great, it’s a small local owned place, and the employees are treated well. Please check them out if you are ever in town.
In honor of Ash Wednesday, Evil Dead 2 and Army of Darkness. Unfortunately neither were streaming on Netflix or Amazon Prime, luckily I own them on DVD.
There comes a point in ones life where they may need to reinvent their self. This is something I’ve worked hard at over the last year. All my mistakes and circumstances were a learning curve. The same person I was in my twenties is not the same person I am now. This is the main reason I became IronBlood instead of being known as myself online. It didn’t take much to find me if you knew me but Facebook was my main social platform. 10 years of being on that platform, and after surviving severe depression, divorce, finding more about my history, and having found I have a genetic anomaly called hemochromatosis (my blood has a tendency to retain iron, odd mutant power I know) my self that I was online no longer represented me.
Long story short. Someone reported my last name change to Facebook and they don’t allow pseudonyms because they don’t care how secure you feel, so I cannot be myself online through that medium anymore. It came at the right time, where in a post Obama world, Facebook is nothing but a vile cesspool of click bait articles and un-intellectual hypocrites. The people I wanted to keep in touch with just fall into the oblivious garbage recycling of content daily. I’ll miss seeing some people’s ideas, but overall, getting out of that toxic environment is for the best.
I want my own place online, where I can be myself. Being IronBlood now is more to me than the just a last name change.
My day job isn’t who I am.
My ID isn’t who I am.
The person who pays tax isn’t who I am.
Hell, that person isn’t even the person I was born as.
Who I am now is the person who survived. I may share a lot of similarities to the person I was, but I don’t feel the same way inside anymore.
This site will be a new beginning to my thoughts and creative ideas.
Let today be a quick one.