Never forget that day in 1978, over the Pinedale mall in Cincinnati, Ohio.
Tag: inspiration
Noirvember Confessions
Late night. A Serbian Orthodox church in Maryland. November winds rattle the trees. In a shadowed corner, near the entrance to the common areas and the kitchen, a lone Orthodox priest speaks with a figure in a coal black suit.
“You’ve got a car bomb.”
In which I natter on about trust, erotic thrillers, and Mark Leyner's "My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist."
Helene – and the beginning of Autumn
A cloud hung over this weekend. Despite the joy in visiting my mother-in-law for her 80th birthday and family reunion with her sisters and brother and other family - Helene left darkness in all the corners. I'm going to leave a link to my friend Angela's page (Link Here) to various orgs which are helping… Continue reading Helene – and the beginning of Autumn
Wish I Knew What You Were Looking For
Ever have a song live in your head? Not just live there, embed itself into your neural patterns. An old song. A resonating song. It generates sympathetic vibrations in your skull. You hear a word, or see a bit of clothing, and the opening chords rise up in your head. For the last few months,… Continue reading Wish I Knew What You Were Looking For
Looking Forward – also, Alan Wake II calls me out
Mid-Week Winter Blues Time has screamed by - February came in with a drunken mix of freezing days and unseasonal warmth. It also came in with the completion of a two projects - flooring in the basement and a cleaning of the chimney. This President's day, there will be assembly of display cases and kitty… Continue reading Looking Forward – also, Alan Wake II calls me out
Welcome to 2024 – A To-Do List
OK, I will be completely blunt. The idea of creating a list of goals for the year outside of what has been defined in a professional capacity (i.e. 'the day job says you need to make x number of customer success plans and hold y number of meeting') has me in the following mood: Crow… Continue reading Welcome to 2024 – A To-Do List
Crying at Christmas – or the Ancient Magus’ Bride
I honestly should not have liked this show/manga. The basic premise sounds like the cringiest of urban fantasy books. An ancient fae mage purchases a young woman with magical abilities and declares she will be his apprentice... and his bride. In any other context, I'd be throwing this book at the wall/shutting off the TV.… Continue reading Crying at Christmas – or the Ancient Magus’ Bride
A Sunday Kind of Love (with Destiny Cameos)
I’m listening to WPFW today - A Sunday Kind of Love. It’s part of my regular routine on Sundays I’m not playing DnD with friends. I watch a movie with Tellus (usually a horror film, but anything on the short side) and then I go for a drive. I work from home, and am on… Continue reading A Sunday Kind of Love (with Destiny Cameos)
Big Crimes, Personal Crimes: Vera
It's no secret my wife and I find comfort in British mysteries and thrillers. Especially from the north, like Shetland and Vera. Yes, we enjoy our Midsummer Murders and our Brokenwood Mysteries (I pray for Frodo's sanity every time I see him. He's been through enough!) But Vera, in particular, holds a lovely spot in… Continue reading Big Crimes, Personal Crimes: Vera
Biomechanoid Blues 