Yeah, we're back. Not just passing through.
It's been said absence makes the heart grow fonder. In our case, it did more than that. It made our in-box fill with "what the hell are you doing down there?" and "Hey lazy ass, get back to entertaining me although I personally add nothing constructive to the conversation" emails. It even lead to more than a few phone calls verbalizing the same. So what was the cause of our sudden disappearance?
You.
From the very beginning, this experiment had a small target audience. Separated by distant zip codes, busy schedules and growing families, it was designed to keep old friends from slipping into old memories. Sounded cool enough at the time, anyway.
But it soon grew from a quiet conversation at Lake Afton among friends into a loud, public display of creativity that demanded constant attention. We felt the growing need to entertain you; to keep our loving public laughing and interested and offended and coming back for more. At some point in time, our little piece of the Internet moved from being a place where immature friends passed in and out of consciousness around the campfire tellling stories to a site where hundreds of strangers were seen peering into our virtual circle.
Over time, writing became a chore; something that had to be squeezed in between writing for a paycheck during the day, spending quality time with the family at night and fishing/hunting/drinking/midget wrestling during the weekend. We actually found ourselves somewhat resenting our commitment to the blog. So we did what any self-respecting 16-year old boy with raging hormones does when his girlfriend doesn't put out after three consecutive dates.
We stopped paying attention to her.
We stepped away from the keyboard for a few weeks and took a break. A much needed one at that. In our abscence, it appears some trolling assholes noticed the teacher was gone and used that freedom to plaster their advertising messages on the virtual walls of our little clubhouse. Hell, it's not even good advertising at that. And yeah, we're qualified to know what is. That's why their posts have been removed; you have to pay us a royalty if you're looking to make a fast buck off our brand. Do it again and suffer the consequences.
There's one other reason why a) we've neglected our Dungeon Master duties here at BDS Central for the past month and why b) posts won't come quite as frequently in the very near future as they once did. We worked our asses off to get it and, now that we have it, we'll work our asses off to keep it. That's why we have been, and will continue to be, damn busy for the next several months. Busy as in "this is the biggest industry news in the last five years so don't screw it up". That's good news for us, but bad news for our fellow bloggers who want the real story behind the legendary Night of Thirteen Mickeys.
No, we are not killing the blog. We aren't buying her for parts, retiring her to the farm or sending her out in a blaze of glory. We're just trying to find her place in this world. As time, energy and necessity permits, we'll update her when we can.
We owe her, and you, that much.
You.
From the very beginning, this experiment had a small target audience. Separated by distant zip codes, busy schedules and growing families, it was designed to keep old friends from slipping into old memories. Sounded cool enough at the time, anyway.
But it soon grew from a quiet conversation at Lake Afton among friends into a loud, public display of creativity that demanded constant attention. We felt the growing need to entertain you; to keep our loving public laughing and interested and offended and coming back for more. At some point in time, our little piece of the Internet moved from being a place where immature friends passed in and out of consciousness around the campfire tellling stories to a site where hundreds of strangers were seen peering into our virtual circle.
Over time, writing became a chore; something that had to be squeezed in between writing for a paycheck during the day, spending quality time with the family at night and fishing/hunting/drinking/midget wrestling during the weekend. We actually found ourselves somewhat resenting our commitment to the blog. So we did what any self-respecting 16-year old boy with raging hormones does when his girlfriend doesn't put out after three consecutive dates.
We stopped paying attention to her.
We stepped away from the keyboard for a few weeks and took a break. A much needed one at that. In our abscence, it appears some trolling assholes noticed the teacher was gone and used that freedom to plaster their advertising messages on the virtual walls of our little clubhouse. Hell, it's not even good advertising at that. And yeah, we're qualified to know what is. That's why their posts have been removed; you have to pay us a royalty if you're looking to make a fast buck off our brand. Do it again and suffer the consequences.
There's one other reason why a) we've neglected our Dungeon Master duties here at BDS Central for the past month and why b) posts won't come quite as frequently in the very near future as they once did. We worked our asses off to get it and, now that we have it, we'll work our asses off to keep it. That's why we have been, and will continue to be, damn busy for the next several months. Busy as in "this is the biggest industry news in the last five years so don't screw it up". That's good news for us, but bad news for our fellow bloggers who want the real story behind the legendary Night of Thirteen Mickeys.
No, we are not killing the blog. We aren't buying her for parts, retiring her to the farm or sending her out in a blaze of glory. We're just trying to find her place in this world. As time, energy and necessity permits, we'll update her when we can.
We owe her, and you, that much.
posted by TheBDS at 2:00 PM
1 Comments:
See, now, the adept usage royal "we" (or is it "wee"?) is why I keep coming back here.
That, and I come looking for free beers. But then, I'm always looking for free beers.
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