When you say ‘Fantastic’
I once knew this guy, my grandfather’s friend. When I was a boy he came by to visit every once in a while and he and my grandfather would sit out on the side porch and drink iced tea, talking …
Romero & Me by Rottingcorpse
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I was headed out for a bike ride when the news that iconic film director George A. Romero had died at the age of 77. It immediately weighed heavy on my heart and mind. My legs felt wobbly, …
Neighborhood
In my new effort to get healthy I decided to stop drinking vodka for breakfast and, instead, go on a walk in the neighborhood across the street. It’s a four lane street, busy all day, quiet at night, but a …
Recognition Day Ducks!
I had this crazy dream where I ran for the Montgomery County, MD County Council. Like so many of my dreams (which, usually, are always either about doing household chores or defending a small town in Western Maryland during the …
Bad Reads
I hate Goodreads – the literary social network that, on the surface, is dedicated to connecting readers with books but, in reality, is just a marketing/clickbait/username farm for Amazon (which wholly owns the site). Not that there’s anything wrong with …
Skynet Calling…
This website has been around so long that we have a delicious little archive of eschatological paranoia in our lame-o forums about Y2K and the 2012 “Mayan apocalypse.” The general sense that the world is very doomed very soon has …
Change
I finished a book and actually published it which was probably crazy and then entered into this sort of unproductive rut. For the last six months, I’ve felt like I’ve used up all my words. Like I’ll never again be …
Talk Hard…or…Whatever
I watched Pump up the Volume the other day. Just for old time’s sake. In 2012, when the movie turned 25, it sort of re-entered the collective consciousness of geekdom with several retrospective articles. I haven’t bothered to sit down …
A Hooker Named “Nostalgia” by Rotting Corpse
As it is with most pop-culture these days, I came late to Netflix’s Stranger Things party, having just finally watched the series nearly six months after everybody else raved about it. I was certainly aware of the phenomenon. I mean …
But, in the end, isn’t it kinda funny?
All this talk about resisting and waking up and taking action is great, but I’d like to take a moment to indulge my strange love for history and poli-sci. Let’s remove ourselves a bit from the screaming chaos of the …