1433: Search This

In the absence of anything particularly interesting to talk about today, I once again braved the pit that is this blog's search terms to see exactly how people are finding me.

Yesterday's search terms were less than enlightening, consisting of one instance of "your minge smells", one instance of "ayakashi ghost guild hot girls" and twenty-two search terms that the search engines in question didn't pass on to WordPress.

I'm not entirely sure how the first one led someone here, since actually searching the site itself for "your minge smells" reveals that, as I suspected, I have never used that particular combination of words in any of the 1,498 posts I've written on here since July of 2008. I can't think why I would use that particular combination of words on a post here, save for the fact that it's an amusing way to tell someone they have an unpleasantly fragrant vagina. That said, there aren't all that many people I feel comfortable enough with to comment on the scent of their lady-parts, so I don't honestly see myself breaking it out all that often.

As for "ayakashi ghost guild hot girls", I can only assume this was a reference to the time when I briefly tried to understand the Japanese card-battling phenomenon by spending a bit of time with Zynga's take on the genre, the aforementioned Ayakashi Ghost Guild. While noting that most of these card-battling games are full of hot girls in various provocative outfits isn't entirely inaccurate, it's not something I commented on in my original post, nor is it a game that I've returned to or deemed worthy of further discussion since then. So to the person who came here searching for the hot girls of Ayakashi Ghost Guild, I can only apologise and send you on your way. (And if you're after sexy pics of anime girls, believe me, there are a lot better places to look than a mobile card game. Uh, apparently.)

What about those mysterious hidden search terms, though? I kind of want to know what they are now, though there's no real way of finding out as far as I can tell. I do know that for some inexplicable reason the top search term on my blog of all time is "BioShock", a game I didn't like all that much, closely followed by "teaching sucks", a viewpoint I still very much stand by.

But then "monster cock" is pretty high up the list too, so I don't really know what to think any more.

Anyway, I'm getting  tired and slightly delirious so I think that's a good place to leave that.

1260: Which Way?

To be perfectly frank with you, dear reader, I sometimes feel like I'm running out of things to write about on this 'ere blog.

It's not true at all, of course — there's always something to write about, however niche interest it might be. But on more than one occasion I've sat down to write and wondered if it was really worth talking about the thing I feel like talking about. My usual response to this particular mental block is just to say "fuck it" and write it anyway, with the usual disclaimer that anything I write here is my own personal opinion and does not reflect the opinions of etc. etc. you know the drill from a million and one Twitter bios.

I do sometimes question why I'm still writing this. This is the 1,260th day since I started writing something on this blog every single day, and my reasons for writing have changed considerably over that time.

Actually, I'm not sure that's entirely true; my reasons for writing here have always been nothing more noble than "for personal satisfaction" and "to have something interesting to do". My feelings towards the things I'm writing have obviously changed in parallel with my life situation at various times, however: when I first started blogging daily, I was still working in teaching and having a thoroughly miserable time; this then proceeded through my 2010 trip to PAX East, a mini-vacation that I maintain is one of the most carefree, happy times I've ever experienced; through the breakup of my marriage; the general collapse of my life as a whole and the subsequent rebuilding thereof.

I find it quite interesting to look back every so often and see the course my life has taken, whether that's through manually navigating to fondly-remembered posts — yes, even with 1,260 daily posts, I still have specific favourites and can usually navigate to them fairly quickly — or clicking the "Random Post" button at the top of the screen.

One thing I have found is that I was at my most creative when I was at my most miserable. I won't lie to you, dear reader, I most certainly haven't shaken off the Black Dog of depression by any means, but I'm a lot better than the emotional wreck I was during the downfall of my marriage. But while I have absolutely no desire to return to those dark days, I do find it intriguing that I found it a lot easier to come up with creative, funny, off-the-wall posts when I was suffering. Perhaps it was a defence mechanism: putting up a barrier around the pain I was feeling in an attempt to not "bring down" everyone around me; perhaps it was just a way of attempting to make myself feel better. I don't know. Whatever it was, I miss it in a perverse sort of way; the flashes of inspiration I had in those days don't come quite as often as they once did.

Said flashes of inspiration were three years ago, though, so it's entirely possible that I'm just older and wiser(?) or, at the very least, just older. I don't really feel that different, though; perhaps it's a subtle thing. The evidence is there, after all.

Anyway, I've pontificated for long enough about nothing at all, but at least it's given me an entry for today. I am tired now. I think it is time to go to sleep. Good night!

1142: Hello

Page_1So after publishing last night's post (which, I'll be honest, was composed somewhat in haste after a lengthy Ridge Racer Unbounded session prompted it, immediately before my bedtime) I was rather surprised to receive an email from someone named Michelle at WordPress, who informed me that my post was going to be featured in the Freshly Pressed section of WordPress.com. Thank you, Michelle, that was very nice of you, and it was even nicer to receive an email that was clearly from an actual person rather than an automated robot. Big love to all of the WordPress team.

Taking Michelle's email to heart, though, it's entirely possible that there might be a few new visitors around here in the immediate future, so I thought I'd take today to (re)introduce myself for the umpteenth time, and explain a little about what this blog is for and why I number all my posts.

So, then. Hello. I'm Pete. I'm a 31-year old bloke from the grey and miserable isle that is Great Britain. I live in Southampton, which is a city that has been the focal point of my life ever since I left home in 1999 to go to university there. Over the years, I've flitted around a bit for various reasons (mostly work) but always ended up coming back to Southampton either temporarily (to see friends) or, as happened just before Christmas, permanently. Or as "permanently" as any place I've lived since 1999 has been.

I live in a nice flat with my girlfriend Andie. Technically I'm married to someone else, though the circumstances of why the person I'm living with is not the person I'm married to are terribly complicated and not something I feel particularly inclined to go into here. Suffice to say, if you look at blog posts from around May of 2010 you'll get a general idea of how I was feeling when that all went down, and besides, all of that will be resolved this year. (I will also note that there is no bad blood there — forgive and forget and all that — it's just something I have found difficult to deal with until quite recently. And no, I don't want to talk about it further.)

The above sort of brings me onto the subject of this blog, which you may have noticed I update on a daily basis. I actually posted a number of pieces on this site before beginning to post daily, but it was in January of 2010 (the 19th, to be exact) that I started a personal tradition that I still keep to this day: daily blog posts. Originally, these daily posts were part of a Twitter-based movement known as "#oneaday". This was a group who banded together in an attempt to post something — anything — once per day as a means of continually flexing our collective writing muscles. Many of the original participants — including the person who started the whole thing — dropped out of the running very quickly, but there were a number of us who kept it up all the way through 2010. In 2011, I attempted to coordinate a larger effort to get as many people posting regularly on their blogs and encouraging their readers to donate to charity. It was moderately successful — we raised about £200 or so, I think, which wasn't too bad considering the number of people involved — but ultimately most writers lost interest. It also became a bit too much work for me to manage by myself, but I'm not ruling out the possibility of organising something along the same lines again in the future.

Anyway, all that aside, I'm still going, and this post you're reading right now is my 1,142nd daily post in a row. I cover a variety of different topics on this blog according to what I'm thinking about at any given moment and, to a lesser extent, whether or not my girlfriend has complained that I'm being "boring". My strongest interests are video games (particularly Japanese role-playing games and visual novels, though if you mention TrackMania to me I can go for hours); music (I play the piano, clarinet and saxophone and occasionally compose stuff); board games; and, as 1,141 previous posts will attest, writing. I also use this blog as an "outlet" when I need to get some raw, honest words or thoughts out of my head and onto the page. I suffer with depression and anxiety (personified by the big black cloud "Des" in the header image) and find it helpful to talk about these things.

If this blog and its crudely-drawn stickmen aren't enough Pete for you, then you can check out my professional work every day at Inside Social Games and Inside Mobile Apps, and my "pet project" at Games Are Evil. I also hang out a lot with my video gaming buddies the Squadron of Shame on Google+, and if you either 1) would like to hear my delicious, fruity, full-bodied English accent or 2) are interested in "underappreciated" video games , then I suggest you have a listen to the Squad's irregularly-occurring podcast, the Squadron of Shame SquadCast. You can find the archives here, and a new episode on the subject of Spec Ops: The Line is coming soon.

#oneaday Day 895: Clip Show, Part 2

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That's right. Not only am I doing my own personal "clip show" (which actually proved a surprising amount of effort to compile yesterday), I am also making it a two-parter. Oh yes. Today's look back looks at some posts from my first forays into daily posting and beyond.

For the uninitiated, the whole One A Day thing came about towards the beginning of 2010. A number of writers from diverse corners of the Internet decided to try their hand at posting something on their blog every single day. I came to the whole thing a little late — my first post was on January 19 — but have kept it up ever since, which, it has to be said, is more than can be said for the vast majority of participants in the 2010 experiment. (The only other one I'm aware of who is still going is Play Magazine's Ian Dransfield, who remains consistently ahead of me in terms of "number of posts", though has resorted to the "miss a few days and catch up later" strategy a few times.)

Anyhow, the guiding principle of One A Day was very simple: just write. No rules, no minimum length, no set topics, just write. For you. If other people happened to enjoy it, so much the better, but it was primarily an exercise in churning out content on a regular basis and keeping those "writing muscles" well and truly exercised.

It's been an interesting experiment for me, as the things I've talked about on here have grown and changed over time according to my life situation and my own mental state. In the early days, for example, I was very much of the opinion that my career in the teaching profession was probably going to kill me, but I was also excited by the fact that I was going to escape my (temporary) position in time to go to PAX East. PAX East, as it turned out, was an amazing experience and remains, to this day, my Favourite Thing I've Ever Done.

It was around this time that I found myself with a lot of free time on my hands. I'd left my job and didn't have anything else to go to, and I was (foolishly, as it turned out) hoping that I'd be able to support myself with freelance writing and private music teaching. I got a bit of income coming in thanks to the fine folks at Kombo.com (most of whom I now count among my most beloved online friends) but that, unfortunately, didn't last forever.

Neither, to use a hideous segue that I don't particularly like thinking about, did my marriage. I was an absolute fucking wreck as a result of the events which came to a head in May of 2010, though in retrospect it helped me produce some fine, emotional work such as — bear with me — this rather personal ode to a bacon sandwich. It also encouraged me to unscrew my head and put it on a different way just to try and stop myself thinking about Bad Things. Or just to get really, really pissed and then take stock of the disastrous attempts at texting and social media I'd made while inebriated. Let's do itcagsin sometime.

Fortunately, I had Stick-Pete to keep my mind off things. (His first appearance was here.) Stick-Pete was a conscious decision to try and give my blog a distinctive aesthetic, and I make no secret of the fact that my decision to incorporate poorly-drawn visuals rather than the stock photography I'd been using previously was entirely due to my discovery of Allie Brosh's rather wonderful blog Hyperbole and a Half, which I extolled the virtues of here. I was initially worried that people might think I was ripping off Brosh's work, but I developed my own distinctive look over time which has, itself, changed and adapted as time goes on.

Stick-Pete and a series of characters I plucked out of my imagination seemingly at random were excellent ways to clumsily illustrate the things I was writing about, and a number of posts were designed with illustration in mind, such as this guide on How To Laugh on the Internet. Certain characters were, I noticed, making appearances more regularly than others, so I thought it would be an interesting experiment to start drawing a comic to illustrate my posts. Here's the first post in which that appeared. I kept that up for a surprisingly long time, though eventually guilt at not being able to post if I went away for a weekend (my comic-making tools of choice were on my non-portable Mac) got the better of me and I eventually stopped. Now I just feel guilty that Alex, Lucy and Phillipe aren't getting regular outings and opportunities to insult me, so it's entirely possible they may return at some point in the near future. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, this post from the start of 2011 helpfully reintroduced them all.)

As time went on, the years passed and my life situation started to gradually improve once again, so I tried a couple of things, some of which you'll find linked to in the sidebar. Wasteland Diaries was a 30-day "improvised narrative" experiment, for example, in which I attempted to write a coherent(ish) story over the course of a month, similar to what those NaNoWriMo people do. (I had wanted to participate in NaNoWriMo for a while, but various circumstances had always made it impractical. This was my less-structured, less-disciplined approach — but I saw it through.)

I also cemented my view that writing on this 'ere blog was a good personal outlet. Obviously I don't mean that in the sense that I use it to badmouth people (I don't! You can look back and check!) but rather that it was a good place to get things out of my head and onto "paper" — things that other people might feel somehow "ashamed" to talk about. One such subject was the visual novel Katawa Shoujo which is, for those of you who don't know, a rather wonderful interactive love story set in a Japanese school for the disabled. It was a fascinating, well-written game worthy of some deep analysis and criticism, so not only did the Squadron of Shame take it on for a lengthy podcast, but I also felt inspired to write about it a great deal. It touched me deeply, and the subjects explored therein resonated hugely with me. I'm not disabled, but a lot of the underlying themes in the game's various narrative branches were actually nothing to do with the characters' disabilities, and really got me thinking.

As you can see, I've been busy. And somehow there's been something to write about every day, even if it hasn't been very interesting. (For that I make no apologies. Although I seem to have picked up a small but dedicated readership over time, I'm still writing this primarily for my own benefit.) There's plenty more interesting times in the future — good and bad, no doubt — so I'll look forward to sharing them (or avoiding thinking about them) via this page for a long time to come yet, I hope.

Now, to just resist the temptation not to post tomorrow and make everyone believe I'm dead…

Hah. Just kidding. Writing this blog is so entrenched in my daily routine now that I'm not convinced I could give it up, even if I wanted to. So like it or not, you're stuck with me. (And thanks for sticking around this long. Incidentally, if you want some more links to past material, here's another "clip show"-type post. Enjoy.)

#oneaday Day 894: Clip Show

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Clip episodes are TV shows' way of making a low-budget episode and not having to worry about being the slightest bit creative.

After 893 previous daily blog posts and having just been on my Couch to 5K run for the evening, I'm knackered and can't think of much to write about, so I'm going to do my very own clip show. In the process, I will highlight some posts from the past that you may have missed. There are likely to be a lot of these, as this blog currently has 953 posts on it (893 of which are, as previously mentioned, posted at daily intervals) so you would be forgiven for having not seen some of them in the past. (If, on the other hand, you have seen each and every one of these posts because you're good enough to read them daily, first of all, God bless you, and second of all… uh… thanks.)

I started blogging on this site back in July of 2008. I'd tried keeping a blog on a couple of other sites in the past — here's one from 2005 (composed almost entirely on a Nokia N-Gage, believe it or not) and here's another from the year prior on the subject of my experiences as a secondary school teacher. (The latter was a spinoff from a series of emails I used to send family and friends while I was training to be a teacher.) I did used to have a self-hosted blog on my own personal domain, too, but that is long since defunct. This ol' WordPress site here is probably my most long-standing web presence that is still actually updated. Which is nice.

Prior to starting posting things daily… well, things were pretty much the same as they are now. I'd post on a range of topics from video game-related business to board games, the death of a beloved family pet and even trying my hand at music review blogging. (The linked post there actually led to me being specifically invited along to another band's performance a short while later — the "review" in question is here.)

I've spent some time in curious virtual world Second Life over the years, and in February of 2009 I wrote a couple of posts on the subject — firstly, on the subject of virtual worlds in general, and secondly on the subject of how your on-screen persona can affect your own self-perception. You'll doubtless notice some parallels with my recent post on why I play as women in video games. I still find Second Life fascinating, sleazy elements and all, though I haven't paid it a visit for a very long time. Some of the people in that crazy world provided great comfort to me in lonely periods and just writing this is making me feel a bit bad that, to them, I must have just upped and vanished one day. Perhaps I'll return sometime — though whether it's as my male "real me" or female "total escapism" avatar I couldn't say! I certainly used to enjoy the whole "CG artwork" aspect of it, where I'd take pictures of things in the virtual world and then mangle them beyond recognition in Photoshop. (A great way to learn how to do crazy things in Photoshop, incidentally.)

In April of 2009, I revisited a game I used to play on the Atari 8-bit: Alternate Reality: The City. When I originally played it, I had no idea what a role-playing game was or what I was supposed to be doing. In 2009, I was armed with The Internet and a map I'd printed out, so was much better-equipped to go on some adventures. This post chronicled one character's ill-fated expedition into the cheerily-named city of Xebec's Demise, and I like to think it gives the reader a good feel for what this unusual game is all about.

A month later, I remembered that the "pictorial story" idea I'd done with Alternate Reality was rather fun (if time-consuming), and decided to give it another shot, this time with The Sims 3. Remembering my previous post on evil in games, I figured it would be interesting to see how messed-up it was possible to make a Sim. Very, as it happens; the many and varied mundane adventures of Lars the Bastard will attest to this fact.

You may remember the spammers' craze for sending bizarre narrative emails with unsubtly-embedded pornographic exhortations within from around September 2009. I took it upon myself to compile some of them and see if anything coherent came out. Nothing did, as you can see.

In December of 2009, I discovered Warhammer Quest. I also discovered the joy of writing down the emergent narrative which comes about during a game session of a theme-heavy board game such as Warhammer Quest. The result of this initial experiment was The Adventures of Count Kurt von Hellstrom and Company, a saga which hopefully will continue someday — though I haven't had the chance to play Warhammer Quest since writing that post, I don't think.

And in January of 2010, I started posting entries daily. But that's another story. And I'll compile a selection of my favourite One A Day posts for tomorrow's entry. I bet you can't wait.

#oneaday Day 800: 800 Days of Nonsense

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So, 800 days of daily blogging it is. I feel like I should have some sort of celebration or something, but since it's 1:15 in the morning and I'm rather tired and achey after a gym session earlier, it can probably wait.

At this juncture, I feel it would be nice to just say a big "thank you" to those of you who have been reading my regular gibberish, and an especially big "thank you" to those of you who contribute comments and engage in discussions. The last couple of months in particular seem to have seen a few new people coming my way, so welcome to those of you who are newcomers.

I may regularly protest that I'm not writing this blog "for" anyone and I actually stand by that — I write these posts each day as an outlet, a form of escapism or, at times, catharsis. They have proven very effective on that front over the last couple of years. I'd go so far as to say that surviving some of the trials and tribulations my life has thrown my way would have been considerably more difficult — possibly insurmountable, though we'll never know (unless dimension-jumping technology gets invented) — without this faithful old WordPress page to empty my brain onto.

That said, it's fun and — I won't lie — a little bit exciting when people leave a comment and start a discussion. I believe most bloggers feel that way. Getting comments is a sign of "approval" — not necessarily of your opinions, but of the means through which you've argued them. Inspiring a comment, be it an "agree" or a "disagree", means that you've moved someone to actually say something rather than just click the Like button. (There's nothing wrong with that, incidentally — if you just enjoyed/appreciated a post but have nothing further to add, a Like is always gratefully received.) And so far as I can remember, most (if not all) comments on this here site have been respectful, interesting and showing willingness to engage in conversation. Also people who read this seem to be able to spell and punctuate correctly, which is always a massive bonus in this Facebook-dominated world where everyone seems to think that capital letters are just an inconvenience.

So after 800 daily posts, what now? 800 more, of course! Though I must confess in recent months it's been becoming harder and harder to think of things to write about. Oddly enough I feel that some of my most creative work on this blog was done during possibly the worst period of my life, perhaps as a means of escaping the crushing depression of what was going on in "reality" at the time. They say that artists produce their best work when tortured, and while I certainly wouldn't refer to this site and these 800+ posts as "art", it's clear that whatever Shit I've Had Going Down at various points over the last 800 days has affected the things I write about — whether consciously or subconsciously. In that sense, I often find it interesting to skip back to a random post and not only read it but also picture the context of what was going on in my life at that time. It's an interesting — if sometimes painful — journey that I've taken, and to have chronicled it quite so exhaustively (if not always explicitly describing exactly what happened each day) is something I can look back on with a degree of pride and satisfaction.

As I approach my 31st birthday (April 29th, please send money or gifts to the usual address) I don't know what the future holds for me — personally, professionally, physically, mentally. But so long as I've got this text editor window and a "Publish" button I'm confident I can deal with whatever comes this way.

Communication, mmm-mm-mmmm

Back in primary school, we used to have to sing songs in Assembly every morning. Then on Thursday mornings, we'd have "Hymn Practice" instead of Assembly, which in most cases was simply an Assembly by a different name. And then there was the one afternoon a week where the music teacher (who was also my piano teacher at the time) would come into the school and make us sing even more, using material from the BBC's Singing Together radio programme and companion songbooks.

One of the awful songs that has inexplicably stuck in my head ever since those dark, song-filled times ran thus:

Communication, mmm-mm-mmm,
Communication, mmm-mm-mmm,
Way back long ago men sent messages
Beating out rhythms on drums and bones

I remember the rest of the tune, but not the words. It was one of those songs that parents like to describe as "funky" when in fact, due to the fact it's performed by tone-deaf primary school students accompanied by a miserable pianist on an out-of-tune piano, is anything but.

This is a roundabout way of introducing the topic I feel like talking about today which is, oddly enough, communication (mmm-mm-mmm). I apologise, but if you're reading this post, you've probably indulged my flights into the bizarre in the past.

There's been a lot of attention on sites such as Twitter recently, and particularly, it seems, in the last month or so. Ever since Stephen Fry happened to mention it on the Jonathan Ross show here in the UK, people in my group of "real-life" friends have been signing up to it like crazy. This is a big thing, because many Internet "fads" often pass by the UK, the general (i.e. non-geek) population here being afflicted by a sort of general malaise and apathy that causes them to denounce anything where you have to do something that could be remotely considered as "work" (i.e. something where you have to use your brain or, God forbid, write something) to be a Bad Thing.

To give you an idea of how this has gone, let me paint you a little picture. I have been using Twitter for some time now as a means of communicating with my friends in the Squadron of Shame, who are mostly based in the US and Canada. It's been great for that, but it's also been great as a means of "stress relief" – a place to post those thoughts you don't really want to say out loud but you kind of want people to "hear", if you catch my meaning. I often refer to it as a means of externalising your own inner monologue, and for many people it is. Of course, blogs also carry that function for many people, but the immediacy of Twitter, coupled with the fact you are limited in how much you can say, makes it an attractive option for "microblogging", its originally intended purpose.

Now, as I say, I've been using it for some time both as a means of communicating with other people and venting my own frustrations, of which there are many, as you've probably seen. My friends here in the UK often wondered why on earth I was bothering with such a simple website when places like Facebook offered far more in the way of options, applications and other fluff – particularly when Facebook offers its own system for microblogging through its status update system. But the fact is, the simplicity of Twitter is the attractive thing about it. Facebook is full of fluff, and has been growing more fluff as time goes on, as have other sites like it. Now, much more than simply being able to post messages to that hot girl you fancy at college, or trying to avoid exes, Facebook markets itself as a "platform" for the interminable flow of applications that clutter up everyone's profiles and get in the way of the original purpose – communicating.

Twitter does no such thing. Twitter gives you a box to type in what you're doing, and a list of other people's answers to the same query. Nothing more. And as a result, the communication involved is much better. If you want to ask someone something, you ask them. There's no wading through their Tetris high scores, no comparing people and choosing who is "the most punctual" (thanks for voting for me on that one, you obviously don't know me THAT well) and no looking at daily LOLcats. Simple and clear.

There's a time and a place for these different types of communication, of course, but it was just interesting to me that it took a celebrity endorsement for people in this country to pay attention to something as simple as Twitter, while the glitz and flash of Facebook, MySpace and Bebo sweep through the lands like a plague.

With this in mind, over the last few months I've been exploring different alternatives for communicating on the web. With the ubiquity of the Internet these days, you're never very far from some means of talking to another person – be that in real-time via instant messaging services or in a more "when you feel like it" manner via services like Twitter, Facebook and message boards. There's an interesting variety of different approaches.

First, of course, is the humble blog. You're reading this, and presumably you've got this far otherwise you wouldn't know I'd said "presumably you've got this far". Why are you reading this? It could be one of several reasons. It could be because you want to get to know me better, it could be because you're nosey, it could be because you're interested in the things I talk about (though I defy anyone to pin a single "topic" on this blog) or it could simply because you like the way I write. How did you find me? Chances are, in my experience, that you found this place either because I told you, or because you clicked on a link in one of my other friends' sites. How you got here doesn't matter. If you're reading this, you're effectively allowing me to talk at you for several minutes before I pause, look around the room at the people who have been listening intently (and ignoring the people who wandered off to look at porn several paragraphs ago) and invite questions and comments in the… um… comments. Blogs can be good starting points for discussions, but they're inherently one-sided – the blog's writer has most of the power, and commenters have a more "subservient" role, if anything. That's not a bad reflection on any of you thinking about commenting, before you say anything – it's simply the way the medium works.

I find a blog to be a great way of getting complicated thoughts or opinions out of my head in a way I (and hopefully other people) can understand – when expressing myself verbally rather than through text, I often find that social anxiety takes over and I get tongue-tied. Here, though, I can consider what I say before I say it, and then invite questions or opinions after the fact.

Next up, I've been exploring Tumblr. Tumblr is a strange one, somewhere halfway between Twitter and a blog in its execution. Different people use Tumblr for different things. For the self-confessed lazy blogger, it makes a solid, easy-to-use foundation for blogging in the manner I discussed above. For others, such as myself, it becomes a sort of digital scrapbook, a receptacle for all the random noise floating around your head or pictures of cats that you see on the Internet that you don't want to clog up your Twitter stream with constantly.

For others still, it becomes a means of communication, though in a completely different manner to something like Twitter. Tumblr's communication centres around the idea of "reblogging" – taking something that someone else posted, posting it on your own page and adding your own take on it. This is something that tends not to happen with blogs like this one – either because they're too content-rich, too long or simply out of respect for the person who wrote it in the first place. After all, if you want to comment, there's a comments box right at the bottom. Not so on Tumblr, however – because posts tend to be short and snappy – a quote, an excerpt from conversation, a photo – it's easier to reblog them, comment on them and thereby expose them to more and more people. In that sense, Tumblr is very much a viral marketer's dream. Post something cool once and if someone reblogs it, then someone else reblogs it, then someone else… each time it gets more and more views and is accessible to a wider and wider audience.

Smokey Darth

Take this awesome picture of Darth Vader, originally from the Wired blog, apparently. By the time I came across it, fairly randomly, I might add, it had already been through about ten people. Currently, there are 134 "notes" on the image, which means it's either been tagged as "liked" or "reblogged" by 134 people. Similarly, take the Microsoft Songsmith stuff. There's absolutely no denying that Songsmith is a work of great evil, but I bet you know what I'm talking about without me having to post a link. Viral marketing at work. Sort of.

Then there's more "active" means of communication. I have had a long-time fascination with virtual world Second Life, it still representing a fairly unique branching-off from the typical massively-multiplayer scenario in that there are no goals, no scores, no experience points, no set content – pretty much everything – buildings, objects, scripting that makes objects work, bits of interface, even avatar clothing, hair and body parts – is created by the "players". This is a spectacular achievement, when you think about it, and whatever you may feel about Second Life and the people who enjoy it, there's absolutely no denying that it's an impressive means of communication and expression. It is very much its own world with its own rules and conventions, and it's an interesting place to spend some time, even if you don't plan on staying. Just to confuse matters, I started a Tumblelog about my Second Life experiences here, and microblog about it on yet another site called Plurk, which feeds to a Twitter feed, which… you get the idea.

There are a million and one other sites I could talk about on this note but I feel I have carried on for far too long already. The point of this post is simply to celebrate the possibilities for communication that the Internet offers. It's easy to forget – or at least take for granted – the fact that simply by sitting down in front of our computer, we can easily talk to and interact with people from all over the world. Let's never forget how awesome that is.

An Open Question

Okay. So I set up a site at Tumblr – here it is – and you'll also notice it's now sitting happily in the RSS feeds in your sidebar to the right.

Someone with some Internet savvy about them explain to me the difference between a Tumblog and this monstrosity you're reading right now? So far as I can make out, I can use Twitter to post random short crap or snarky comments about people in ill-taste, ill-fitting T-shirts, Tumblr to post links, videos and slightly longer "minute-by-minute" crap and this place to post long, pretentious ranty crap.

All in all, it's a lot of crap. And yet for some inexplicable reason, people keep reading it. And for that, I thank you heartily. 🙂

That sound about right?

Obligatory First Post Explanation

Hello. Welcome to yet another attempt at a blog. This time I'm not relying on crappy, shit-arsed web hosts who don't reply to my emails when I politely (and subsequently, less politely) enquire exactly why they have absconded with £30 of my hard-earned for another year's hosting and domain name ownership. But enough about 4sites.com (who, incidentally, used to be fantastic, and just appeared to vanish off the face of the planet recently) – let's not start this as a rant, as there will undoubtedly be plenty of time for that later.

If you've stumbled across this blog by accident, here's the obligatory "hello, this is me, as if you care" post. That way you can decide whether or not you feel like sticking around. So let's lurch right in.

My name's Pete Davison. I am not the 1981-1984 incarnation of The Doctor, hence the title of this blog. In fact, I was born in 1981, giving my parents great joy in telling the story of my brother (games industry veteran John Davison, as press releases are wont to call him) apparently insisting that my parents gave me the middle names "Doctor Who".

It didn't happen.

I did, however, end up with two middle names, which has meant for the longest time I have been unable to enter all of my initials into arcade machines upon achieving a high score. I suppose as names go, things could be worse. I could be called Theophilus McShitface or something like that. Now that really would be unfortunate, although at least "TMS" fits on the Pac-Man high scores list.

Anyway, who am I? I'm a self-confessed geek. I love my gadgets, I love my video games and I love my board games. I also like hot girls in lingerie, but I think that's something less of a niche market. I live in the UK and represent one of the last bastions of traditional Britishness, doing one hell of a Brian Blessed impression (with a beard to match if I haven't shaved for a while) and constantly shaking my head at the rancid, disgusting, despicable state that this country is in.

I'm also in the process of attempting to emigrate, for reasons which are probably abundantly clear from that previous paragraph.

But back to the geekery. One of the main things I do is take part in legendary (well, in our minds, at least) gaming "book club" The Squadron of Shame over at 1up.com. We have a podcast and everything – see the sidebar for links to subscribe. The Squadron of Shame are a group dedicated to rescuing underappreciated classic video games from the bargain bins and playing the shit out of them before deciding whether or not they actually do belong in said bargain bin or in pride of place on discerning gamers' shelves.

I also occasionally write for industry veteran John Davison's new site, What They Play, a comprehensive resource for parents wanting to find out more about their kids' favourite hobby. If you're a parent, know nothing about video games and want to know if the latest Final Metal Gears of Halo game actually does have all the graphic depictions of interracial anal sex that the Daily Mail "reported" (and I use the term loosely) featured in it, What They Play is a great place to start.

So sit back, relax, maybe drop a comment or two (but be sure to comment responsibly otherwise the government gonna getcha) and enjoy.

If this is the only post on the page when you read this, you have reached the end of the potential enjoyment of this page. Please feel free to come back and visit later.

Auf wiedersehen.