In which I am distracted from talking about my obsession by my desire to show another obsession.. Continue reading →

In which I attempt to describe the sense of being engulfed in a story, by way of describing Ghost Adventures. Or something. Continue reading →

In which I attempt to defeat my ego by poking around the edges of my thinking. Continue reading →

In which I can barely contain my excitement at a script that passed the first critical step (being written) and the second critical step (your actors liking it). Continue reading →

In which I try to figure out what sort of reality show I want to cook in, and how to pretend that it happened. Continue reading →

In which I discover there are many reasons why I consume TV, and can justify it as "research" -- even to myself! Continue reading →

In which I talk more about my game that didn't happen today, by way of wandering through the pantheon of Ommatia.. Continue reading →

In which I lament the lack of clarity that prevents me from planning when I want to, or writing down my brilliant thoughts when I (rarely) have them. Also: Daphne & Velma. Continue reading →

In which I reflect on a slice of my fascination with the under-explained, the pseudo-understood, the flippantly-dismissed. Continue reading →

In which I plead for an indulgence, because through indulgence we can find a reality that doesn't need to exist to be real. Continue reading →