[NOTE: I am posting here the Dear Readers I had prepared for December's index page, as I have been informed by the great bearded one himself that several, unnamed, co-workers have found it offensive to the point where it was not fit to be put on the front page as intended.
I'm not going to argue the tenements to which that choice was made because I knew well-in-advance I was scraping that border in the first place and I could do no less than accept whatever consequences come of it, however I do feel that choice was made in light of misrepresentation - which is interesting considering how long I've been here working with all of you and how many of you should know better.
My text was not a serious rant. I was not seriously angry with anyone, I was just touching on the fact that the only people who seem to support us are us. I have rarely, if ever, seen of or heard of reader contributions, so to me it just looks like we're busting our ass to build a new page for readers who probably don't care in the first place. I genuinely feel that way, but not nearly to a vitriolic point such as what was satirically designed for my writing assignment.
You have to understand something here: I'm Meteo Xavier. Its my JOB to write things that are way outside of very conventional formats with an edge to it, whatever that edge may be. I have not contributed to Gamecola in many months and I was in decent danger of returning dull and uninspired. That's what happens when you get out of shape for 1/3 of a year.
I do apologize that it caused some miscommunications, but I really don't want to apologize for going overboard. I'd rather overdo it and prove I still have some edge and artistic integrity and idea than to under-do it. If I'm not writing something that is outrageous, causes genuine stimulus and excitement and really grabs your attention through deft creativity and intensity (such as attacking the readers, something no one else would think to do after semi-retirement in this industry), then I'm quite simply not doing my job. I have to be angry and inspire debate and controversy and unpredictability to some degree or I'm not doing my job to set Gamecola apart from everyone else on the block. Gamecola's unique integrity and distinction it worth more than my pity pride any day of the week, and I'll gladly be the unlikable asshole to add some more dimension to such a tight-knit group and web site.
And on that note, here is the rant so offensive that you pussies couldn't handle it. Enjoy!]
Dear Readers,
We love you, we really do, we can't really justify it right now by finishing the new site.
Oh, and the fits of ire and the groans of impudence... I myself am
personally lovin' it, as I'm sure you do as you haven't had to say
"Ugh, Meteo... skip ahead to Michael Gray..." since early Summer. My
life since June has been so ridiculously, conceptually incestuously
messed up that output in the video game world just would not happen
without great sacrifice (and I'm talking roasting sperm whales over
open flames as virgins the world over menstrate into paraplegia to Baal
type of sacrifice). Just to illustrate; one week ago a routine doctor
inspection of "what the hell is this thing on my back?" turned into
minor but immediate surgery. I was literally lying in a pool of my own
blood for 20 minutes. Face down. The irony of this being that I ended
up going under the knife for a cancer related surgery the same time my
MOM did 5 minutes away. True story. Also, the novella I did? Fucking
failed. There's just no way to do a deep, weird, awesome, character
driven epic in under 60 pages (as per the publishers' request) - much
like its impossible to physically and literally be two or more places
at the same time... but I DID IT, and the fucker still didn't take it,
because it was EXACTLY what he wanted.
Needless to say (yet it will be said, ohhhh you bet your fuckin' ASS
I'll say it!) I've been busy. We've been busy. You've been busy. My
album STILL isn't done yet (it's actually taken longer at this point to
get it put together than it has been to compose it.) This is life. This
is what happens on Earth.
But, hey, since I finally get to have a heart-to-heart with you, the readers, I can come right out and say it:
Who the fuck are you to get apologies from us?
Really, why do we have to answer to you for anything? What have you
done for us lately? When was the last time you rated and commented our
blog posts? When was the last time you posted in our forums? When was
the last time you donated money to our cause? Don't give me that "Are
you there, God? It's me, Meteo..." shit, you readers know as well as we
do you sit on your cystic asses holding back nose bleeds from your high
horses and nobody can say anything. Please. You're not royalty here. If
anything, you're the video game journalistic equivalent to livestock;
we've just been polite about it - but hey, give you an inch...
If EGM had the balls to tell you to your face how profoundly useless
you people are to our industry, it would still be alive today. YOU,
yes, YOU are whats dragging down our industry. We do all the work, you
get all the benefits... at our cost! So go fuck yourself! Right now!
Get your ass out on the street and just start fucking yourself for all
to see! Oh you need some help? Sure, we can do that! We can get Zach
and Christian and Jeddy and Michael Ridge, but not Michael Gray since
he's pretty much running this site with one hand tied behind his ass,
and even sweet, gullible Nathanial Hoover and we'll ALL come out and
just starting fucking you right there in the street for all to see!!
But hey... We love you, we really do. That's why even though we don't
technically have a working site right now, we're STILL providing
content: here in the blogs section, our Youtube page, our Facebook page
and Our Mysp.... do we have a Myspace? I don't know, I don't ever look
at that shit, but its up there and its waiting for your spoiled, H1N1
infected ass to check out.
The GameCola Podcast #17: Casting Our Own Pods (not currently
available, but will be by the time your Dear Readers hits), by Paul,
Lizo, Matt Jonas, Michael Gray, and me:
At this point, Paul wants me to promise you that the new site is
getting worked on. Well, I can do that, but you didn't earn that
promise. We're working on the site and its getting done whenever it
fucking gets done. If you want it done faster, why not show some
support by posting for all the many writers here, or donating to the
site and Paul's cause?