I often fantasize about taking a hand-crank drill and opening a small hole in my skull, directly between my eyes. I imagine it as a release of pressure, like letting a little air out of a taut balloon. I guess this is a little bit like a prefrontal lobotomy. My cousin, who died of schizophrenia, […]Read More A Transmission from the Reality Police Band
Do you like gaming? Do you like me? Even a little? If so, then you’re going to be quite pleased when you hear what I’m about to tell you. I am now a blogger for http://www.rantgaming.com, part of the Rant Media Network. What does this mean for you? It means that from now on I’ll […]Read More StoryNexus: Is It Cool?
PSA. We’ve all seen the acronym, but what does it mean? Professional Skaters Association? Pish. Prostate-Specific Antigen? Please. Professional Sports Authenticator? Don’t make me laugh. No, a PSA is a Public Service Announcement (not to be confused with a PDA, either a Public Display of Affection or a Personal Digital Assistant, as the situation requires). […]Read More A PSA on PSAs
Feeling dissatisfied? Lack of girly action got you down? Does your choice of cigarette make you feel less of a man? Have you ever watched the deleted scenes to a movie and wondered why they were so much better than anything that made it into the final cut? Or possibly you were browsing the internet, […]Read More Some Useless Information (To Fire The Imagination)
I recently published a literary experiment, titled “In Search of an Autobot Poetics,” to the Black Clock blog. You can check it out here. In celebration, I’ve added a new page to this site: Autobot Poetics. Here you can peruse several works penned (or, more accurately, computed) by Tobo, the emergent intelligence who lives inside my […]Read More More Than Meets The Eye