So::

I love flash. I really do. I love movies made in flash. I love games made in flash, more. Most of all, I love making shit in flash (and by shit I mean stuff, not faeces. I've blammified too many poo-related movies to have sheizer on the cards).

What really rocks my socks is creating something in my time, rather than working a 9-5 job to earn cash to consume someone else's creation..

So, what's the problem? I do have 9-5 those commitments. And I no likey. Studying medicine floats my boat in theory. I love thinking about knowing neuroanatomy. It's just that sitting in front of a textbook slash dullard lecturer slash plasticised brain doesn't quite have the same glam-factor I thought it would.

My life is great. On paper.

So what am I going to do? Make a shitload of flash games. Make my own website. Maybe even post to this blog every so often. Then, in one year from today, I'm going to crunch the numbers and ditch one of these pursuits.

I've made one decent game and one not so decent game. But watch this space. I've got plenty more mediocrity up my sleeves.

And, just maybe, a real gem is already half-born.

~dapbot