Where do we go from here?

I’ve been meaning to write about this third chapter of Tales of Monkey Island, but it seemed like every time I wanted to, something else always came up and it’s hard to put pen to digital paper. The great thing about the series coming back like it did is that it’s one of the few things that isn’t going away from my childhood, or from my life, in general, that I really like. Star Wars had its ending with Episode Three despite the wishes of fans that the prequels never existed. But I remember seeing the last of the prequels, Revenge of the Sith, with my dad and my sister, and I had tears in my eyes as the credits came. Some years before that one came out I was so excited to see the Phantom Menace with my mother, which wasn’t the last movie I saw with her, but one of the last.

Today also marks the end of one of the podcasts that I listened to frequently. Over at the 1UP network, and previously EGM, Garnett Lee posted the ever popular 1UP Yours podcast for something like half a decade and tonight was its final episode. I remember having great reservations about listening to that show because of one of the promotional graphics consisted of a very obnoxious man holding up a finger, but eventually I did listen to it and fell in love instantly like so many before me. It became a ritual of Friday nights. Practically every Friday night, instead of going out with nonexistent friends, I would sit in peace and listen to the show.

A close friend of mine got me to start watching the television program The Office. I’m not a very big television. I watch only a handful of shows, and I really had no interest in watching The Office, but being enamored with this close friend as I was, I took the advice and watched all three seasons in their entire within the span of a few days. it’s rare to see a couple, in real life or even on television or in film, be so meant for each other and be so happy. In one aspect, it’s reassuring and another, it’s a constant reminder of what you don’t have and what you most probably never will have. And as that friend has now abandoned me, I watch and remember.

Where do we go from here? It’s not a unique feeling to feel like everything changes but you remain the same. Every once in a while you are reminded how fast the world can change. The story arc of Jim and Pam is completed. My Friday nights will not be the same. And here I’ll sit in front of a screen typing, reading, as the lives of others, real or imagined, go on.

You watch movies and play games and you post poorly written updates because that’s all you got

So do something about it?