This think tank is giving me a headache; what is with that song Layla?
I stand here today, friends, having at long last emerged from the polyesther confines of my think tank. Caked in sweat and wearing little more than a stern look of resolute conviction, I hold in my trembling hands the blueprint to the metaphorical fountain of RPGs, visual novels and train sims that awaits Microsoft Japan should they choose to follow it.
Many of you had your doubts about my think tank, many in fact quite publicly denounced it as an excuse to poke fun at Microsofts expense. Shockingly others implied my think tank was just a way to appropriate an ancient OMM joke to retread the old " wheres muh banjo/fable" grievance. Well, what can I say? Guilty as charged, really not sure what the point of it was at the time. In retrospect it was alot like the classic rock staple Layla by pretentious-junkie-hippie-rock-band Cream. For a couple minutes I was thinking "This is the greatest, yeah! YEAH!! Don't stop the rockin baby, hit them frets like yo fingers is on fiiiiiire!" but much like Layla, the good times have to end. For there is a darker side to the song Layla, a twenty minute piano outro that sends the mind into all sorts of terrible thoughts "why am I begging this girl? why won't she ease my burning heart? is this even the same song? when will it end?" well, in short, during the aftermath of pretending to think I've had plenty of time to think. The results are encouraging, according to scientists at the UN council on climate change.
So here I am, after another seemingly pointless rant, holding a stack of papers and staring into the meaningless void ahead of me. Yet if I squint just hard enough, I see a path. So what was the point? My think tank has led to me LEGITIMATELY thinking of making a pitch for a new innovative multiplayer game to Microsoft, one which takes advantage of several of their core Xbox services. I really can't give much away, even calling it a game is not 100% accurate, but this one could singlehandedly begin turning their fortunes around worldwide, tentative project name: Yellowbrick Road. Problem is it will take awhile to put together a professional pitch, and I have no skills with much besides cleaning toilets so... wish me luck.
While I work away at that, I should have more thoughts piling up to share, after all there is still 17 minutes of Layla left to go...
Posted by State of Flow
on 07 September 17 at 21:48
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