Welcome, friends.

Welcome all to Games. Anxiety. Life. Since this is my first Blog, I will be making many random posts to it. I will attempt to keep it fairly focused, but I make no promises. If I feel the need, I will create other blogs in order to better focus a theme of this particular one. Until then, please bear with all of my tangential rants, raves, stories, tales, lies and exaggerations (R.I.P. Bradley Nowell).

My goal with this blog is mainly going to be game discussion. I love games. Wanna fight about it? I will be discussing the various games I've played; why they rule, why they suck, etc. Starting my own game company remains one of the better things I've done for myself; it allows me to play all kinds of games and write it off as work. The study of games and game theory allows me to better grasp what makes a game great or horrible. This in turn assists me in creating a valuable, fun and ultimately playable game product.

If anything runs outside the scope of games, deal with it. You'll notice I titled the blog Games. Anxiety. Life. The theme is pretty all encompassing. It allows me to wander a bit. If this pisses you off, feel free to let me know. I warn you, however, that I titled it that way for a reason. I like to give myself freedom--wiggle room. I am an anxious person. I suffer from panic disorder. I worry about things. Today, I saw two guys at the mall food court cleaning the tables. They were identical; they didn't just look alike; they were fucking identical. Something about their demeanor seemed a little off. They looked twitchy. It made me wonder if the government scientists had indeed achieved the ability to clone humans. What if there existed an underground base with an army of these identical men. If a copy of a copy is less perfect, maybe there are thousands of him and the two of him cleaning the table were at the bottom of the chain where the genes just couldn't hold up anymore. What to do with the two of him but make him work some job at the mall food court. Huxley would have shit himself. The thought of the government clone army scared the hell out of me. I left the mall feeling a bit askew.

See?

These little things I encounter on a daily basis need a repository. They will remain here until I feel compelled to create another blog for the random-shit-that-happened-to-me-on-the-way-to-work pile. Hence: Life. Go me, I rule.