Theme Week - Jormy Redux 77.
I actually survived another theme week.
This shit ain't easy, people. It's not exactly simple to make witty observations and tell humorous stories.
Or to make questionable observations and tell mildly amusing stories.
I do it all for you people. All for you.
Okay... I do it all for the donations. But that doesn't mean that you're not important to me.
You are my people.
I know that some of you love Jormy. I know that some of you hate Jormy.
I know some of you think that the Jormy stories are horribly formulaic. I know some of you think that formula is horribly awesome.
A lot of people ask why I don't write about Jormy as much as I used to. There was a time, oh so long ago, when every story ended with Jormy-related violence. Now, I'm lucky if I write about him once every two weeks.
No, I didn't get tired of Jormy.
I don't even see how that would be possible. It's my own personal dragon / weapon of vengeance.
How exactly could you get bored of that?
No, I'm not slowly phasing Jormy out.
I love Jormy. He's my eternal sidekick, helping me dole out my own special brand of justice to the peoples of Vana'diel.
There is no phasing out.
I'm currently trying to figure out how to port him over to FFXIV.
You know... Just in case.
If you ever see me in the street with a purple thumbdrive, you know that shit is on like Donkey Kong.
So, why don't I write about Jormy as much as I used to?
Honestly, I just don't want people to get tired of him.
Jormy makes me laugh. Every single time I hit that purple button (minus one time, stupid freaking cheap button), I laugh and enjoy myself.
And you guys enjoyed it for a long time.
Then, people said it started to get old.
It doesn't bother me when people say I'm not funny. My sense of humor is very odd and most people find it very hit or miss.
There is a great deal of missing.
It's like a darts tournament at a school for the blind.
Doesn't bother me. I make me laugh.
It does, however, bother me when people start saying shit about Jormy.
I know, I know. He's not real. He's just a bunch of code and textures just like any other video game character.
But if it wasn't for Jormy, I don't know how long I could actually have done this job. I don't know how long I could actually deal with players and complaints without quitting.
Or resorting to automatic weapons fire.
I don't want Jormy to get old. I don't want to be typing up yet another tale of my day at work and think "Shit, not Jormy again."
So, I'm trying to spread it out a bit.
You know, mix it up a little. Broaden my horizons.
A lot of crazy stuff happens in the world. Every day.
I write about some of it because it catches my interest. Maybe I have a fresh perspective to share. Maybe I just want to bitch about it.
Depends how you catch me that day.
But there will never be a day when I won't have a Jormy story ready to go.
It's kind of my thing.
And some day, way down the line, I'll be a crazy old man screaming about a giant purple dragon of DOOM while shouting at kids to get off my lawn.
And it'll still make me laugh.
You know... Assuming the bacon doesn't kill me first.