Well, i'm 30.

I survived numerous attempts on my life via rogue environmental and social elements elements as genetic threats garnered by piss-poor irish genetic dispositions, and have made it this far, officially, as of Saturday. (And received a Playstation triple for my trouble, to commemorate beating the odds.)

And it feels alright. I felt, hell, i should do something about this.

Like tell Facebook. (Which i did.)

And maybe that other thing i have...some kind of website service through...Blogger?

Oh. That's right. I have a blog. a JOEBLOG, at that. A Blog where a person named Joe writes. (or used to write. Or sometimes writes, and then deletes everything on it.)

Where i was intending to document such important things in greater length than broken blurbs of attention deficit disorder riddled shorthand. A place where, I, Joe Martin, author, could document the mundanity of things that occur in said regular happenstance.

Let's start over. That sounds more melodramatic than needs be.

I'm Joe Martin. I'm a goddamn American Hero, and i felt the need to share this and other things with the internet in text format.

I'm a hero because i do a variety of things. Such as draw. And i go to work. I read comics and things, and have a lot of viewpoints on all of these things.

Oh. I have a Guinness Book World Record in a video game that most people have never heard of. Complete with a certificate, and being mentioned in a couple of publications, again, that most people haven't heard of. But still, it's true. I'm pretty hot shit in the UK.

And i mentioned that i'm 30, right? Of course i did. That just happened. So i'm sort of processing that as well.

The interesting thing about being 30 is that, supposedly, this means that all of the childish bullshit that i oh so enjoy, is supposed to be put aside for something else. Such as RESPONSIBILITY. (which i still have. In light of my aforementioned things that i do, i'm also proud to say that i DO live on my own. in my own house. well away from the parental basement stereotype. I should also throw in the bonus fact that i don't totally smell like the asshole of a dead dog, and have a great working relationship with soap, shampoo, and ritualistic bathing.)

I'm still attempting to process such things. Is it possible to be 30, still be fun, still enjoy the things that i enjoy, and not come across as a creep? And on the same token, is it possible to be 30, balance out my life with some of the things that NOW ADAMANTLY PROVEN ADULTHOOD has escalated into, and not be a total joyless prude.

I'm not sure if having these thoughts constitutes as a midlife crisis, but it does sort of fluctuate in a nebulous, 'i'm not sure what i should really be doing at the current moment.' state of mind.

I've mentioned that i've only been 30 for, like, oh, four days, right? And that i'm also one of the most ridiculous human beings ever? Good. I think that's been quantified in so many words.

Anyway--the point--is that being 30 was the inspiration for me going back and remembering that something i enjoy doing is writing. Speaking my mind, usually analyzing myself and what i've got myself into at the current moment. (and again, sometimes getting so frustrated that i delete several pages worth of my blathering.)

Or sometimes i just enjoy talking abut things that make up my days. Reviewing things. Thinking about things. Thing things.

There's a million self-described people that write blogs about reviewing comics and games and thinking they want to be the edgiest, funniest son of a bitch on the internet while doing it. And while i don't deny that's come to mind, i realize more often than not, i need that outlet just to clear my head and start hitting keys until i realize i don't feel like doing this anymore, but feel a sense of elation that i've accomplished such things, and then can go on thinking about Optimus Prime fighting dinosaurs, or how i'm going to pay my rent, or something in between.

What i'm hoping is that this might be a satisfactory result of this.

Here i go again with this. I don't anticipate having a whole lot that may be interesting to read, but i do thank you and enjoy the fact that you're willing to join me on the trip.

Welcome back to Joeblog.