I really no longer post anything of value or note here…or really anything at all. If only Tumblr would let me delete my formerly main blog! /cry.

Anyway, please check me out at http://ohglaucon.tumblr.com/ for that will be where I post ramblings, Alan Lee/John Howe artwork, funny memes, and video game humor of all kinds from here on out. Thanks!

I’d say there really isn’t anything quite as cleansing as a shower. There is something almost spiritual about the way the water washes over you so completely, a baptism into the waking world once more. 

An appropriate term, since today I feel renewed. It’s almost as if the great burden of my past has finally been lifted, washed away by the warm rain.

Change. Adapt. Overcome. Thrive. 

I’ve been told these words since before I could stand, but now I finally feel as if I can live up to their demands. 

I understand now, the only one my past actions should be a mark of concern for is myself, (with one very important exception, but she already knows everything of note).

It seems almost laughable how much these things used to concern me. How far beneath my present self they now seem. I made mistakes, yes, but it is far past time to accept that and move on. My life now is too exciting and too much fun to allow myself to be sucked back into old ways of thinking.

Build. Conquer. Endure. Enjoy.

Welcome to a new day.

I miss Oregon. Seems like such an obvious thing to say, but the east coast just doesn’t seem to hold anything for me anymore, if it ever did.

I suppose this is as good a place as any to record my thoughts, Tumblr seems to afford a certain amount of anonymity that has been slowly washed away from the shores of the internet with the tireless advance of social media. In the days before, the internet was a haven for the great unwashed, a sea of nameless faces and faceless names, but now it seems that the internet has become more and more a part of our “real” world. I’m not sure how I feel about that. 

I can’t decide whether I can, or should, be honest here. I would like to think that what I post here remains confidential, at least in any way that matters. I’ve never been good with journals or records, but it feels good to materialize my thoughts and concerns in a concrete way.

I miss the shade of Northwestern clouds, the cool drizzle of a never-ending Portland rain. I miss the freedom of being my own person, of making decisions and living with the consequences. Oh, and I miss the drugs. I’m not sure what that says about me as a person, but maybe I am a hedonist and Reed simply allows me to indulge. I miss indulging, but most of all, I miss the rain.

So internet, here we are again. As much as I tried to avoid it, you have pulled me into another time sink. Another spectacular example of societies’ unending desire to spew their thoughts into the abyss of cyberspace. Another “barely-social network”. Cynical as that might sound, I guess I should cede the point…I’m here, so I may as well see what this whole thing is about.

Today has been a landmark in productiveness. Not only have I caved and taken the route of “tumbling” (*Shudder*) but I decided that in order to squeeze every last bit of usefulness out of my new glorious iPhone, I should logically install Twitter. (*Horrified gasps from the studio audience*)

God help us all.