It's been two years since Destiny's launch. It's been two years of misunderstandings, re-writes, re-casting, content gaps, improvements, expansions, and bad marketing. It's been a living tapestry.

The 2014 review on http://www.ghostlittle.com described Destiny in one sentence: "A $60 bookshelf." It's there for you to fill with stories. Put Destiny in your home and you'll catalog history as it happens.

Drawing to the close at Destiny's second year marks the arrival of its second major expansion, and fifth overall, Rise of Iron. Be warned: as was the case in the past, Rise of Iron could be a rather short affair upon arrival.

True self-believe, without exaggeration or deprecation, buoyed by total sincerity, is a gigantic challenge. General audiences observe self-promotion as perhaps the greatest vanity.

Just ask Kanye.

But self-belief is often all one has. It doesn't matter if you're working for yourself, or working at a big company, hitting the road and hawking your ideas to anyone who might listen is traditionally an intrusive act.

Artistry becomes selling, becomes marketing, becomes leadership, and taste-making.

And self-promotion is still a staggering undetaking of total exposure and vulnerability.

Millennials ruined work ethic.

Millennials ruined looking the other way.

Millennials ruined monogamy, dating, and forced intimacy as an overarching life-goal.

Millennials ruined bog-standard television when they recognized how silly they were for believing Full House was anything more than a tasteless early-90s stab at late-50s wholesomeness.

Formerly-marketable San Francisco 49ers quarterback, Colin Kaepernick, chose not to stand during the national anthem prior to an NFL preseason game. It was a gesture to illuminate the racial inequalities in America.

The 49ers delivered a very measured response to Kaepernick's gesture. The NFL's official statement was also quite plain, "players are encouraged, but not required, to stand during the national anthem."

And that was the last anyone heard of—oh, right, fragile, bloated football racists can't interpret any act of defiance to Americana as anything but an attack on dad, Fido, democracy, and their ninth-grade schooling on FREEDOM.

Every year, the earth undergoes a tilt that forces the sun's nourishing radioactivity ever-so-much further to travel. That extra time spent in the outer space's deathly darkness cools it a few degrees. Measured on a galactic scale, the temperature isn't a terrible shift.

It is, however, enough to force you to put on a sweater.

This is the transition from summer to fall. It's the number-one best seasonal transition.

Fall to winter is just depressing and cruel. Winter to spring is a false start with a fart and a trip before a real change. Spring to summer always elicits cries for mother nature to just get on with it and bless you with sunshine and vacation.

No, the transformation from summer to fall is chart-topper, undefeated, modern-human seasonal change.

The reasons why ought to be obvious:

Film studio press releases talk about shared universes like they're a brilliant new contraption for storytelling. Marvel has created their cinematic universe with ruthless efficient. DC's equivalent has died like Elvis on the toilet. Time will tell if the paramedics arrive soon enough to save them.

Nevertheless, interconnected films have secretly existed for as long as maniacal creative visionaries have existed.

The following directors have either rebuilt human history through their films, or created holistic visions for what will become of the species, all unified by their singular shared universe.

Ghost Little continues to grow its audience. I could not be more pleased with the most recent developments.

That's why I'm doing an update about Ghost Little's free books.

We'll get to them in a hot second.

First, as part of the discipline, I don't like speaking "to camera," as they say. You aren't meant to directly talk about what you're doing. You're supposed to stay on topic to educate your readers and help them learn why chosing your work is the best solution to their problem. To be clear, I help solve your boredom problem with remarkable writing.

Nevertheless: my website, my books, my rules, I can make an exception. Even The Rock has cheat-days. So, regarding the free books...

Visibility and volume have been stolen by tasteless crybabies. They possess no agenda, only to dislike, wall off, and counteract. Haters shriek plain simplicities with no sincerity.

It's been some time now since the video game landscape was introduced to the Devil May Cry reboot: DmC, and it remains an undervalued gem, chipped and clouded by morons addicted to their elusive, childish wonder, forever in the rearview.

Small talk is fascinating. You do it in the morning when you're still arriving at the waking world. You do it when waiting around beside another human in an elevator. Small talk is your mind stretching, staying limber, keeping loose.

There's nothing wrong with small talk, these simple pixie-sneeze conversations. In reality, you can capitalize on these tiny interactive moments with small declarative points.

Here are a few nuggets to elevate small talk from polite formality to full-on brain yoga.

Trembling disappointment has engulfed the gaming landscape. The messianic No Man's Sky, a game that fans literally launched death threats over reports of its delay, has finally be released.

Some people liked it. Some found it wanting. Word is that it's boring, aimless, endless, and zen. That's pretty bold, releasing a game with so few objectives. Then again, Minecraft didn't make 1 billion dollars by accident.

To those of you who feel disappointed over No Man's Sky, don't sweat it. There's a zen-like alien-planet exploration game with vehicles and endless, freakish alien monsters.

Here's why you should give Xenoblade Chronicles X a shot: