Monday, June 18, 2007. I never thought that a day like that would be the beginning of something like this. More than 2 years ago I started this blog, and in those 2 years I never could see it becoming what it has.
I don't know how many times I've told people the story of how the blog started, but I'm telling it now at least one last time. In 2007, around June or so, there was a big announcement supposed to be made for Super Smash Bros. Brawl on their website. I stayed up all night hoping to see what it was and get some new information- and instead got nothing. Around this time, I was active on forums and specifically active on IGN. At some point in the night I had bleeped myself by saying sh!t. Apparently, they didn't like my use of the word "shit" even if it was bleeped and needed to be fully bleeped out. So they banned me and basically said if I wanted back in, I would have to email and ask nicely. To me, that felt like begging to be let into a community. I didn't want to follow their bullshit rules that limited my free speech. I wanted to be able to say "shit" because that's what it was- shit. So soon after, with no outlet to voice my opinion, I decided I would make me own outlet.
My original plan was to simply talk about video games and let it be my outlet for them, but I hit a snag: all the good names were taken. For some odd reason I was able to get one I wanted- The Gaming Catologue - but it refused to show up that I had gotten it. After many tries, I finally came up with The Review Digest and was able to snag the name. It flowed well, it worked, but I realized that with the name came more responsibility.
The summer of 2007 was dedicated mainly to editorials about video gaming. As my second year of college began, I started doing more. I wasn't on the college newspaper, because they didn't want me (as a commuting student, they literally shunned me away and didn't respond to my emails). And I had loved that outlet in high school, a year of missing it made me want to get a crew. I enlisted my cousin, TC, to write some reviews on movies and continued my editorials as well as trying to do better than other sites did on release dates.
Clav and me had become close friends in Nov. 07. I learned he had a background in journalism, and decided to enlist him. For months he did nothing, but that faithful day in November changed everything. We were smartasses by nature- why not be smartasses online? We made Jolly Jolly Jinglebeans and soon after formed MuCC Productions and began work on Jenga.
But that faithful day, the Daily Wrap Up was born. It was a simple name, but it worked so well that in December of that year we even did a top wrap up picks- only 2 months in. We were hooked.
We continued on with our articles, our Daily Wrap Ups. They were fun, they were our hobby. We did a few podcasts, enlisted some more people. Baritone became interested when he found out about Jenga, and Dos after we invited him to a podcast. As my plate was beginning to have more on it, and knowing they were well versed in video games- the torch was passed.
And we continued to do our podcasts, our stories. We continued to get better. But summers killed us. Our first summer saw our audience decrease by incredible numbers. Our second, which just finished, has probably killed off anyone still reading these.
But we continued. We enlisted more and more people, created a schedule, tried to keep people to it. But many of us were busy. We would forget. And though we loved doing it, we just didn't have the time anymore.
I had to make a choice. No one was writing. I was the head editor and Clav and Dos were my right and left hand men. I came to them this past summer, and told them I would retire. We had so many ideas for shorts, for our band, that we never went after and I wanted to head that. I told them they could go on without me though, but in the end we came to the conclusion that though we all loved The Review Digest it was time to let it go.
When I announced it, there weren't many in the room for the meeting. Helmet, Sketch, Bunny, Old Gregg and my left and right men sat in a semi-circle as we broke the news. I think Sketch was about to cry when I told him, as Old Gregg made his "yeah, I saw this coming" noises. They didn't want to give up what they were so used to doing. They loved it just as much as we did.
What started out as my blog, had become our blog. Our community of friends even from time to time suggested things to do. Baritone hated leaving and wanted to come back when he had something to say. It was our outlet in the difficult road of college. It was my baby I had shared with everyone. A part of me wishes I could keep it open for myself, in case I ever feel a need to write. But that would be selfish of me. It's time to let The Review Digest go.
But with every end, comes a new beginning. We aren't going to stop working with each other. MuCC Productions is not dead (though, Jenga is). We are simply closing down a section that we can no longer control. This was our baby, and now 2 years later- a remarkable feat by a blog's standards to be alive for so long and with so few readers- we're putting our baby on that bus to a boarding school to never see it the way it was as it left ever again.
So what do I say to end 2 years of writing? 2 years of blood and sweat and sacrifice we gave because we loved what we did. We loved every minute of it, even when it was stressful we loved it. There are no words to summarize how I feel right now ending this blog. There is nothing I can say to thank everyone for what they did. There is no price tag on the memories I will always hold in my heart from this blog.
I will always remember Clav complaining about having to update, even though I know he loved it. He once said to me he would write for The Review Digest for as long as he lived.
I will always remember having Dos ask me what to write about in video game news and helping him with ideas- and telling him that he had earned his place as third in charge and he could do whatever he wanted.
I will always remember Baritone's half-assed and reluctant responses when he worked with Dos, but always wanting to write after he left. And I'll never forget the surprise party we threw him as a goodbye.
I will always remember Helmet's random ass story about how much he was thankful for the readers of this blog and why it was great, because he had a test the next day and didn't want to miss another update.
I will always remember Bunny's first article and how I told her how to improve it, and how she did so well in doing so.
I will always remember Old Gregg's reluctance to write sports and claiming no one read it, when it was the most commented posts we had.
I will always remember Sketch getting his British accent on the podcast and becoming the evil scientist- despite originally just being the tech news.
I will always remember how our music writers (TC, Money, Okeana) always seemed to write one music article and then disappear.
I will always remember how we had CNN link to us because we linked to them.
I will always remember 79 times, dog deaths, and pancakes (again).
I will never forget this blog. I will never forget any readers, any writers, anyone that made this place special not just to me but to everyone involved. Thank you all. From my entire heart, and the tears I shed to write this- thank you all.
Goodbye, and good night.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
And here we are, my friends
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Your Final Daily Wrap Up: Remember the RD!
I'll say my last words tomorrow to anyone still reading. What I can't believe is that we started doing these in 2007. 2 years later, we end it. So, one last time- on with the news:
Shia LaBeouf in new movie, as suit & tie on Wall Street
This video is called 'suck it Shia Labeouf' so I had to use it.
Kirby: Man, you think you'd be seeing this guy in a suit and tie and next to Optimus Prime after he pissed in a supermarket? I mean, he's bounced back but...yeah, he's still a fuckin' douchebag.
Clav: A long time ago I wished for Michael Bay to CGI everything that Shia ever did. What I was really hoping was that he'd kill him.
ER's exec-producer, John Wells, elected president of Writer's Guild
Kirby: Congrats Mr. Wells. Hope things go well, and I mean that with all sincerity.
Clav: At least they won't be able to ruin the last season of Lost. Only JJ Abrams can do that.
Christina Auguilera's album is electro-pop, due to son
Kirby: Well, now we all know why Lady Gaga is popular.
Clav: Goldfrapp? M.I.A.? LADYTRON? Sign me up! I mean, uhh, fuck that Pop bullshit...
Oprah's film, Precious, wins at Toronto Int'l Film Festival
Kirby: Good thing she won, I heard Kanye was ready to burst onto stage if she didn't...what? You knew this was coming.
Clav: Oprah won something. Boy that's really surprising. Like, shock me some more, why don't you.
John Travolta in court for extortion trial in Bahamas, in link with son's death
Kirby: Ya know, I feel for you Mr. Travolta- I do. I feel bad for you. Because you're just so fuckin' stupid.
Clav: He spent the last year IN SECLUSION. At movie premieres.
Michael Jackson has movie based on concert practice coming to theaters worldwide at end of Oct.
Kirby: ...remember, I was the first to say Michael Jackson was alive still. And a movie about his final rehearsal practices? You know that's gotta be some bullshit there to make money!
Clav: I wish that all of the newspeople still talking about him would have equally simultaneous massive heart failure.
Miley Cyrus to give sneak peek of new video for 'Party in the USA' during 'Dancing with the Stars'
Kirby: Miley, in my last words to you on this blog I just want to let you know that this song is so horrible that every time it comes on I feel like I'm going to have a brain aneurysm and crash my car. On the other hand, I'm glad you figured out your voice sucks and started using auto-tune.
Clav: Shooing away the Hollywood only works so long Miley. You better worry more about how much longer you can shoo away the Syphilis.
Selena Gomez travels to Africa for UNICEF
Kirby: Oh Selena...you do so much good- why can't you just do good for me?
Clav: Selena, nobody's buying the act. Put the baby down and shut the hell up.
Kanye West becomes verb at Emmy Awards for rude behavior
Eh, it's political- sue me, we're closing this bitch down anyways.
Kirby: Ya know- I'll give Clav the last joke...make it good. I'll try not to interrupt...
Clav: The only real silver lining of this whole situation is that Kanye's mom wasn't around to see it. Then again, she's probably in Heaven, one-titted and weeping.
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Monday, September 21, 2009
By-Paths And Side Tracks
It's been a long time since I was walking a long sidewalk to some middle-of-nowhere parking lot with Kirby when he goes "So... you wanna work on a blog with me? You like music right?" This six months before he'd try to censor my first (last) music article as I laid on my living room carpet near a lit Christmas tree, not long after seeing "I Am Legend" and whiling away my night defending an article that would soon be (and I suppose remain until the end) our most popular.
Who knew the words "Review" and "The Bedlam in Goliath" would trick Google into top-decking us on their returns for "Reviews of The Bedlam in Goliath." Suckers.
Down, up, and back down. No final speech is anything if it isn't honest. And honestly, The Review Digest has often been my biggest failure. But sometimes I had the little gem. The pre-review that didn't even mention the piece reviewed.
Through all of it, our dedication as a team was something that was always questionable. Truth is this was our hobbyist obsession. Nothing we seriously had the time for after our first year at it, just something we loved. Something I loved. The Daily Wrap Ups were our brainchild, were genius and funny. But they were time consuming. The movie reviews were hilarious, but took actually being able to see the films objectively (or at all). The podcasts were incredible, but hard to organize. The music reviews... well, censor me once... All jokes aside, this blog turned out to be so massive in scope that sustaining it took more life than all of us, in the midst of the turning points of our lives, knee deep in personal dramatic crises, could give.
I'm sorry.
But look back. The history of The Review Digest is a solid one. And it will bear the fruit of different paths. And I plan to leave it like I left every wrap response I ever gave: Don't talk about it, talk about something else. Use the strategy of referents. This is funny, so what else is funny?
And that's how I'll end us. The Review Digest was great. But what else will be great?
The future of what we're doing. Of what we'll do. We're breaking off, like shards of meteorite. Together we could break one shelter and kill all within. Reforming into something different, some scatter shot from hell, we'll bring death to more.
It's a morbid metaphor, but then again, what isn't?
At the end of the day, to our own blog instincts we're being true. Nobody reads what won't write. And we can't.
Therefore, my friends, I give you the complete works of The Review Digest. Enjoy. And one day, claim that it was really Francis Bacon who wrote it all.
Fuck. You're right.
-Clav
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