In which I find myself with no choice but to talk about the biggest, most influential emotion there is; relunctantly. Continue reading →

In which I proudly proclaim that I have been surrounded by geeks, then express my bona fides by geeking out about.. everything. Continue reading →

In which I eventually converge on an assessment of Ancient Aliens, but then forgot to say my favourite part. Also: pedal pain from production of pain. Continue reading →

In which I express my love of cooking, especially when I've got a reason to. Continue reading →

In which I observe a transformation and then transform an observation, all in order to play a perspective to gain perspective on play. Continue reading →

In which I vacillate on the existence of meaning, and then wish that I were wishing to be better. Continue reading →

In which I lament the passing of a true original, whose passion laid the pathway to millions of visions and dozens of questionable (if at least entertaining) TV shows.. Continue reading →

In which I am fashion conscious, just not about clothes. Continue reading →

In which I lay out my master plan to tackle an old story, and use a common plan to tackle a common illness. Continue reading →

In which the pressure in my mind has overcome the pressure in my art. Continue reading →