Days regain some sort of coherent structure. No more getting drunk at 10:30am to help the day whizz past. Going from eight meals a day back to three. Less chance of developing Type 2 diabetes. New jumpers to show off. Leaving the house again! Exciting! Have they built any new buildings since we were last outside?! Nice break from all that wanking. Comparing new MP3 players with everyone. Going back on savoury food. The feeling that you should be doing something MORE with your life is replaced by the more familiar feeling that you should, in fact, be doing LESS. eBaying Christmas games for drugs money. Spending all day posting on internet forums feels slightly more socially acceptable on January 4 than it does on December 25.
A site about games and game paraphernalia and how nothing's as good as we remember it, probably because we used to inhabit a FANTASY WORLD.
What are we half-heartedly skimming RIGHT NOW?
Each post .02% worse than the last.
THE HTML ERAS
When men used to till the pages by hand.
12 years of wheat and chaff in one vast and impenetrable mass.
Some updates weren't universally hated by the entire world within seconds of being uploaded.
Links to that blog of yours you started up and were excited about for a whole weekend.
Some people we might've MET. Or at least seen in a room and been near.
Other sites we are happy to officially endorse without requiring Adwords spend.
Having one is compulsory, apparently. Ours is here. It is not meant to be funny.
People off the internet. Quality and commitment levels may vary.
It came with the template. Maybe in 2014 we'll jump on board the Twitter train and put that in here. Or a radio. That'd be nice.