There’s something I’ve preached since we began GoG – consistency. There’s nothing that kills branding more quickly than being inconsistent with your output. For any of you fans still here, you’ve seen a lot of inconsistency from us this year and we apologize. We don’t want it this way.
From the very beginning of 2015 things were wrong. The first hit was when Regina had to leave the podcast. Understand that it has been a year-long mourning process for us both. Grown-ups have to make hard decisions and it’s one she and I made together. We ache in how much we miss it.
But it was merely a shadow of things to come. It was only February and everyone I encountered all seemed to agree that 2015 sucked.
The struggles since then have been personal and unrelenting. Disappointment, grief, loss, and frustration have mounted non-stop since Father Time weighed us down with 2015. The stress has done nothing but increase without a way to relieve it.
I adore GoG. I love writing on the site, I love speaking at cons, and I love interviewing the amazing people in our community. How much more downcast we are that all this stress has weeded its way into the things we love and is gradually choking it out.
I’d like to give 2015 a manifestation so I can shoot it to hell; I’d like to stand over it as it respawns and troll it dead over and over again; I’d like to fire a rocket launcher at it and do a dramatic, slow-mo walk toward the camera as it crashes, explodes, and disintegrates in the background.
Now, some of you well-intentioned folks may think I’m not counting my blessings because I could have been in Paris during the attacks, or in some country where women have no rights, or where some women are still mutilated. But as I like to say, it’s not a contest. Your grief doesn’t trump mine. When you want to be a loving community, to take care of your fellow man, “rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep.”1 You have to go through the grieving process in order to heal, so give me my cry.
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow.2
The hope is that the holidays will allow me to find a bunker, lay low, and let my regenerating health shield repair the damage. I hope the same for all of you. I think what I’m saying is I’m giving myself permission to take the rest of the year off and risk the marketing impact it will have on the site.
I’m here to say I’m sorry if your year sucks and I wish I could punch 2015 in the face for you. But Father Time is in control and, even though we may shatter 2015 with liquid nitrogen and a shotgun, the damn thing thaws and reconstitutes like the damn T-1000.
I, for one, am going to party on December 31, 2015 as Father Time, the ass-hole himself, has to come out and kill 2015 for good. And I’m putting 2016 on notice right now. My friends, family, and I are toughened. We can handle trolls and terrorists and terminators and we can handle you. You are not going to troll me out of the game I love to play.
And if you hurt my friends, <fill-in with horrible things>.