Transformers: Let’s Hope, You Guys

Hey Y’ALL!!

Sorry for the long break in between posts, no I didn’t kill myself or get murdered to death yet, nor do I plan on it anytime soon. Just been busy suffering and moping about trying my best when I wasn’t a 30 year old angsty son of a bitch to make moves for a better tomorrow, and boy, does today particularly HISTORICALLY SUCK

2008:
Was forced into state custody around 1616

2018:
Last girlfriend decided to break up today

The September 18’s from 2008 to 2017, and 2019 to last year I’m not including because that’s just too damn depressing to list more than the worst offenders

However, HOWEVER yesterday I decided to make today a break in the pattern and embrace certain good parts of my past in a desperate gamble and effort to divert my mood today towards a more positive outlook. Around midnight tonight I started on making a final detailed reedition of the “classic style” of the fictional land I made, Hamedonia, which included every POI referenced thus far including cities, towns, natural landmarks, and other notable cartographic features.

The new detailed version I did around midnight

I did that along with asking a dear friend of mine to help draw some of the OC’s I made in relation to a story I always wanted to do. As is I’m planning on completely redesigning Hamedonia and the other fictional lands I came up with on one unified concise planet, and overall organizing and cleaning up my lore in a more appealing, and easily digestible fashion whilst retaining it’s charm and wit. If I could at least finish IronHeart, and start work on Knives in the Sand afterwards, that’d be fantastic. I also have plans on continuing work on Wardens of Grovesden, a og Gameboy game I made a prototype of a while ago and never really did anything else with since, as well as possibly rebooting an old comic series I made as a teenager. Not to mention finishing the Howard Demos into proper songs and making a few more and slap them on a proper album. Big plans and goals each and every one of them, however, with faith, confidence, and follow through each and every one of them could be achieved if I truly wanted them to. I just need to decide deep down within myself, how badly do I wanna see these goals come to life? Let’s hope, you guys, and transform this bad day into a good day!

The OG Entries

I’m importing some of my older posts from this domain. To ensure historical accuracy, I only updated the formatting and removed some suffixes from the posts, such as the “01”. I plan on importing more from other domains later on; however, rest assured, the posts are not going to end with “Owner, Yusef Hamed” as that’s how I ended blog entries in 2004, not in 2025 onwards.

To New Beginnings

This is my first real solid attempt at doing something with this domain since I originally had it in 2004. I’ve had other domains (and ideas) since, however, this poor thing had laid stagnant for a little over two decades. And given the idea of this being a blog to begin with, on top of COUNTLESS things to write about both before and since my last entries on the domain, I might as well start fresh, and add on whenever I feel like doing so. I have plenty of content to slap on or refresh for use on here, so that’ll never be an issue, period. The biggest issue is just doing so, and by making this blog entry, I’ve made the first step in doing so.

To new beginnings,
Herr Hamed

Hallow Ramblings

“Don’t fear the man with nothing to lose; fear the man who has everything to gain”

I was somewhere in the midst of an existential crisis when I realized that I have nowhere left to run. I am sitting in an awkward state; half proper and half lazy, much like my views and attitude towards life in general. I wish I knew the words to properly describe the pains and agony I suffer however yet maybe it isn’t the right climate to dwell on such things. As I look back on things I realize I may not have always been a good person however I have always remained genuine. A good person is always subjective though, isn’t it? Good and evil always meant nothing to me; mere child’s fantasies in a grown man’s world. There are no gods or kings, only men. And their respect is everything. Respect can transform a bum off the streets to the king of an entire country if the right cards were played. And sometimes the starting hand can mean the difference between your final victory or total defeat. Sometimes, not all the time. I sometimes wish people weren’t so quick to judge however in a period where quick judgment can save lives I’m not too inclined to be hopeful for something that would never come to be. Hope is such a powerful tool. Having hope was a beacon in my darkest times, albeit sometimes it blinded me from the realties I faced at the time as well. I wish however that maybe one day I can see things I could not today, and reap the hidden bounty. Until then, I’m wandering aimlessly in the abyss, clutching hold of anything to drag me out of this ungodly rut.

Stressful Hope

There are some days I don’t feel like living through, for one reason or another. Sometimes it’s stress, sometimes it’s boredom, and even at times dread. I always find a way to mush through it through, as I almost always have hope. Even in my darkest days I would use what little energy I had, yearning for the next day, as my struggles would often overwhelm my passion for today. And it is with this stated I am excited and hopeful for the days to come in my life, as I feel this current shroud of darkness is coming to a close and a beam a light will surely break through at any moment.