This piece is my final writing as a Senior Editor and member of the IP team.
I’m sure many of you will click on this wondering why. You’re wondering what has happened. The simple, seemingly obvious yet so hard to grasp reason, is that it was time. It’s been time for awhile. But when you love something and its people so much, you keep at it and stay down in the trenches.
Eventually for the love of it all though, you must leave, before the feelings and emotions turn in on themselves.
Paramount to anything else is the simple fact that I love Irrational Passions, I love the people there. I can never repay IP for what it’s given me, for the people it’s introduced me to, and for the lifelong best friends I’ve made all across this utterly silly and welcoming industry of ours.
I’ve written pieces and told stories that deeply and personally resonate with me years later. You can find some at the Best of Page. Please check it out. It was a massive labor of love, and one of the things I remain the proudest of. Something I will always be proud of because of it’s celebration of this mad, brilliant, wonderfully talented collection of misfits, creatives, and people that have come along Irrational Passions over the past nine years.
I’ve reviewed games. I’ve actually gotten to cover PAX’s as press. I got to sit next to and trade stories with industry heavyweights in various PAX press rooms, every time laughing at the insanity of it all.
I went to San Francisco, sans deer hitting my car this time. I did it. I still can’t quite believe it honestly. I met Greg, I traded many stories, and become friends with the man. The absurdity of that statement to 18 or 19 year old Logan will never fade away.
Look what we’ve done. Look what we’ve achieved. There’s a million things I have to do, but damn if I haven’t knocked off some pretty big ones already.
I can never repay that.
I can never give back to Alex, Jarrett, Jurge, Mike, Scott, Jess, Quin, Nabeshin, Tony, and Scott what they have given to me.
I love them all.
And yet, it was time. And that’s ok.
Sometimes you gotta let go of things. Let go of the bitterness, fights, arguments, laughter, joy, fun, and everything. For the benefit of everyone. For the love of it all.
You will be hard pressed to find a more hardworking, talented and driven team of individuals then those found at Irrational Passions. The little secret is that all these years, meetings, conversations, and projects later I am still in awe and constantly marvelling at these guys and gals. What a collection. What a spirit they build every day.
The only real words I have to say are thank you.
Thank you to Mike Burgess for making me laugh every single day since I met him. For being dumb and silly and goofy with me during our A Way Out Let’s Play. For being the secret star and powerhouse at numerous Pax’s. For being the secret star of the site in general. His output, creative fires, and push to do and be better, simply floor me. He will be a rock in this industry in five years and be putting out some of the best video content full stop. He already is honestly.
Thank you to Scott White. For nothing more or less simple and powerful then reminding me why we all do this. Scott is a brother in arms in our hopeful, wide eyed look at everything. At seeing the magic and wonder and amazingness behind every dev interview, PAX footstep, line written, and game played. Getting to talk to you until the moon lit hours every night at PAX East this year will forever be a personal favorite IP memory. Never lose the joy and magic of it all Scott, you replenished mine so often. Thank you for that.
To Jurge Cruz and Jarrett Green. My brothers in arms. My rocks. Jurge you are forever my soul mate and companion on our shared journey with IP, look what we did. We came to the site at the same time and grew, learned, stumbled, fell, made mistakes, and over time built something each of us can be proud of.
Look at where we started. Look at where we’ve went too. To everyone reading this: Jurge and Jarrett are two of the greatest humans I’ve ever met in my life. The positive impact they’ve had on me as a person is impossible to calculate. Forcing me to think anew and act anew, to challenge myself, and throw open new doorways and avenues of thought and critique in the larger discussion of games and their beauty and power.
Jurge pushed me to never for one second let up for the entire first year of our time at IP. He constantly raised the bar higher and higher with each brilliant and delightful piece of writing and commentary he gave. My Oregon Trail and For the Love of the Game very possibly wouldn’t exist without Jurge and his stellar Lost Oddities series.
Jarrett helped to show me the full rainbow of ways to write about games and to tell their stories. Of how to be a critic, writer, and a man. His impact on my development and growth as a person ranks paramount to everything else. I have become even more curious, excited to learn, to ask questions, to ponder problems differently, and most important of all, to listen. To not say a single word and instead just simply listen to others, to friends, to at times myself. To simply listen. What a powerful gift you shared Jarrett.
Thank you both for helping each and every week for making Input into a thing. Input was always and will forever remain the thing I am proudest of. I couldn’t have done it without you both. But far more importantly’ I can think of no two better co-hosts, people, and friends to have created, talked, and been around for 105 amazing episodes. I am beyond excited to see what you boys do with the show next. My heart overflows for you both. I love you each.
Thank you to Alex. For everything. All of it. The good and the bad. I wouldn’t trade away a second A. Not a one. To the ends of the earth.
Thank you to all of you. Each and every one of you reading this, but also to any of you who have read, listened, commented, yelled, or generally interacted with anything I’ve ever done for the site. I have no words. I have absolutely none. You all humble me profoundly.
I should just be some kid from a small town in Missouri listening to a bunch of goofballs talk about Playstation, vans full of nuns, and the wonder and brilliance of different Oreo flavors.
But I’m not.
And that’s thanks to all of you. I would thank all of you personally but I promised Jarrett I would keep this under a thousand words and I’ve already passed that, but thank you all. Particular praise must be given to Belinda, Ben, Chloe, Christian, Jazz, Gen, Joey, Plank, Andrew, and way too many more but I must stop for Jarrett really will be angry. Thank you. All of you, you all have my heart, every ounce of it.
I would also be remiss to not say thank you to Trevor Starkey who is a brother and a true best friend in every single description of both those words. Your support, faith, encouragement, and just hours spent listening to me and showing me how to grow and evolve and be better are everything to me. Know that I love you deeply and indescribably because of it.
So, that’s it. This is it. I am officially no longer a part of Irrational Passions dot com. I hope you liked what I’ve done. What I’ve tried to do. I hope my legacy is one of trying to leave people entertained, happy, and slightly more informed. I hope when you think of me at IP you think of the things I loved. I hope you think of the stories told and the laughs shared. That’s why I did it all. That’s what has always made me love doing this.
To think it all began with a single loud cry from Greg Miller. Thank you too, you big, loud, utterly amazing and beautiful man. My heart knows no bounds for you and your madness.
Anyway, please be excited for me. I will return to creating things very very soon. I can’t stop after all.
Be good to each other, spread joy, play the Last of Us, and I love you all.
Sic Parvis Magna