Post-Jordanism: noun- The artistic (cultural?) movement which began in late 2011. Works within this deal with themes of existential crisis, identity crisis, posttraumatic stress disorder, the state of being broken, intrusive thoughts of (non)existent(?) memory, the morbid preoccupation with suicide, grief, uncontrollable emotion, and darkness as a simple abstract concept. ex. 1: "Kill me."

Thursday, October 27, 2011

DJay32 Plays Minecraft

I haven't had a real chance to give Minecraft a shot until just now. I was gonna record myself playing it, but I've decided against that. Partly because I can't find a copy of Fraps that works on a Macbook. So instead, I'm just gonna keep a journal.

We're starting on Easy mode, as I was advised to not begin on Peaceful. It's apparently not good for entertainment.

DJay32 Plays Minecraft, a journal
First of all, I have no idea what version this is, but I have the feeling it's not up to date.

I spawned near a coast, got used to the controls and whatnot, and began looking around. I found the animals adorable, then I decided to start exploring.

I travelled quite a way, exploring foggy mountains and clearer valleys. I almost went into a mine before realizing I have no portable light, so I headed back out.

And then night fell.

I ran into a dark corner, and mashed buttons until I realized that Macbooks have no right-click. So I kept trying until I figured out how to place blocks, then I made a little block fort. I waited a minute for night to pass, got impatient, then went back out. Immediately, I heard a growl and turned and ran and closed the fort again.

Then a zombie hit me through my blocks and killed me.

I respawned.

I awoke near a coast again. This time, I went straight for the ground and dug. I got several blocks below ground, then started moving forward. Eventually, it turned day and I resurfaced, no longer just a mole man. I explored, immediately heard a hiss, and ran as a giant spider hopped around.

I ran around a little pond, then I saw something man-sized. Something green. Something that looked suspiciously like a cactus. I inched my way up to it in fear, then looked at all four sides of it. It was a cactus.

So I went back to exploring. Crossed a lake, reached an island, attempted making a water irrigation system. Then I just started digging again.

...this game's fun, but it's not entertaining to watch.

Monday, October 24, 2011

I prefer the term "Morally Hilarious"

For the longest time (that is, a couple weeks), I've had a busted Macbook and laptop. The only way I had of going on the internet was my iPod Touch, and I used that primarily for flirting with hot girls keeping in contact with hot and dominant girls my friends. However! Today, (one of my) best friend's mother was able to fix the Macbook's charger, thus rendering it usable again. I've already released a new post and video on Jordan Eats Normally Now, and I've gotten back to work on the oddly-difficult task of inching my way through OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING (which will receive a post dedicated to it on here soon!).

Moral of this story? Mooch off your friends, and kiss ass for a living. Don't forget to flirt with dominant girls. It helps to kiss their asses too. It's not exactly a non-fun activity, anyway. >W> 

This is DJay32, signing out!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

What is "Memories of a Time Beyond?"

Off to the side of this blog, you may spot a gadget referring to itself as my "online resume." On it are a series of links to various works of mine. It's not complete, despite what it may tell you. I don't remember all of my works, and there are bound to be a few I don't even want to share. But in the meantime, I had may as well describe what each link actually links to.

Memories of a Time Beyond

At one point towards the end of my time in England, around midsummer 2011, I got bored of being trapped with all the same blogs, so I decided to make a quick short story to tide myself over. I came up with the idea of making a blog about the Fear known as The Choir, much as how Jordan Eats Normally Now was about the Fear called EAT.

I made a few posts every now and then, but I never really 'clicked' with the story until tonight, as a matter of fact. In fact, tonight I wrote.. the latter half of the whole blog, I'd say. And now that it's over, I decided to post about it here.

The story is of a girl named Polly who tries to lose herself in nostalgia, but quickly grows to trust her blog with a much more personal story. I don't want to spoil much so soon after finishing the thing, but to put it vaguely, it's psychological horror with not really all that much supernatural stuff. I'd go as far as to say there is no supernatural stuff in it at all.

You can find it here.