In which I realize that the day has passed, and I have nothing to show for it but a head full of messy ideas. Continue reading →

In which I talk a lot about doing something, which isn't the same as doing something, but may be the pre-cursor to do something. Continue reading →

In which a TV show changes my perspective on a comic book, but it's scriptwriting and gaming that make me wonder if I like it or not. Continue reading →

In which I sort through the reactive emotions and thoughts of playing an RPG and find gold in them thar hills. Continue reading →

In which I find myself wondering if any Pickers will come and take my things away -- if I ask nicely. Continue reading →

In which I acknowledge time's passage, and consider how it can be done differently. Continue reading →

in which nothing matters, yet everything felt like it did Continue reading →

In which I consider my reactions to criticism, and try to plan to understand them rationally, and then plan to understand how that's probably going to fall victim to self-criticism. Continue reading →

In which I prod my memory by ignoring it, and deep dive off the diving board. Continue reading →

In which I worry about complexities of human societies and wonder how it could be so. Continue reading →