What is the Haterix?

Noone can be told what the Haterix is, you have to experience it for yourself. The Haterix is when you want a new skill, you want to learn something, and you have to work for it. No bloody "I know Kung-Fu", there's blood, sweat, and sweet, sweet disgrace to be had before you'll be able to lift your foot above your knee or break a cracker with anything but a hammer.

Is it worth it? Depends on the skill, probably. Knowing how to do stuff is awesome, but learning to do it can be downright painful. Of course, the physical pain is unimportant, it's the gracelessness of the novice that kills you: The knowledge that you look only slightly less competent than a midget playing basketball. I think the trick might be learning to relish public humiliation, or at least coming to grips with the fact that they're probably not laughing at you. People do laugh, after all, and it's kinda doubtful they find you important enough to laugh at, anyway. What are you now, the centre of everyones world all of a sudden? Stop worrying so much.

No, my advice: Just keep trying. Eventually you'll get it. And even if you don't, at least the rest of us get some entertainment to shorten our miserable lives. Because I lied, before. About the laughing.

Welcome to the Haterix, schmuck.

Poem to the People

A sudden burst of inspiration compelled me to write a short poem. Here it is:

Fear is the mindkiller
If you just stop and face it
If you turn and embrace it
Then
you
will
get
eaten

It might be called "Fear is the painkiller" or it might be called nothing at all, FYI. You're probably wondering about why I chose to split that last sentence the way I did. A stroke of genius, you say? The truth is, it was simply a way to make a rather bad punchline seem more poem-y. But now, some news (for those who still care): I have not forgotten about this blog the way its readers have. In fact, I have a pretty damn large post about Bioshock lying silently in wait on my hard drive. I tried to post it before, but Blogger and MS Word are not on particularly friendly terms, it would seem, and I hadn't really the stamina to reformat the bastard. But it's on the way, rest assured. This is probably the last time I'm going to promise Big Action Updates, if I don't stand and deliver it's goodbye and goodnight. Now it's make or break, hide the salami time for Angry-La!

Back to what's really important here: My poem. Neat, isn't it? Discuss.