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So I have about a half-week or so worth of material that I wanted to cover during October Commandeered that I thought I might shoehorn into the first of December, but the video is only a third done and Blanx's Master Characters maybe three quarters. I don't see myself finishing either, since I've got to do a bunch of work I've been putting off for months to renew my license for a career that I'm increasingly disenchanted with.
Maybe it's just the holiday blues, but beyond my personal discontent with real life and frustration with the mounds of partially finished hobby blogging I can't publish, I'm also feeling down on the human race in general. Movie critics are contemplating what an actor's death means for a franchise before the body's cold. People are trampled to death by throngs of supposedly normal shoppers to buy discount electronics on Thanksgiving. Corporations are "people" that actively work against the basic needs of the less philosophically murky flesh and blood folk while half the afflicted population cheers on their taskmasters. The environment is steadily, violently turning our hubris into the stimulus to kill thousands with numbing frequency, not that we have much reservation about destroying one another directly. I don't believe I'm living in the end times, but I think I'll be lucky if they don't graze me on the way out if old age claims its due instead of some other dumb, likely avoidable demise.
So, today, I happily let Despero shed his disgrace on me. I've got a fair amount of Kalinorian content left over from 2012 ready to post at the click of a button. My dissatisfaction with the earth pales in comparison with the burning Flame of Py'tar. The rule of an absolute alien despot would at least settle all this partisan squabbling, and if Despero just blows the whole damned planet up, there'll be no more misplaced hope squelched in the blackness of oblivion. But until then, I think I need an "Ænema...*"