The Big Easy

New Orleans. City of southern dreams. The Big Easy. The nightmarish land of loneliness and regret. Take your pick.

As you may have noticed, I’ve been absent for the past couple of months. At first, this was due to a lack of interest in the gaming series I was writing, but quickly became about just not having the time to sit down and string a few predicates and participles together. My new job is great, but it’s fairly exhausting. Especially when I’ve made two week-long trips to New Orleans in as many months. I think I kind of hate New Orleans. Read More

Christmas. Again.

It’s time to talk about The Christmas Problem again, which I did last year and will repeat a bit this year, but most of it’s fresh. Or at least not dead-horse-beaten quite yet. Or maybe it is. I can never tell.

Last year, I was in the dumps mainly due to a lack of both funds and sons, with the former having been stretched like a sheet of elastic putty over the newspaper comics so thin that the fat kid from Family Circus went anorexic and the latter was at his Daddy’s Dad’s place in Colorado for the holiday – which, except for the fact that Hunter Thompson lived there, is a pretty miserable state made up of equal parts snow and John Denver divided by South Park and Columbine. It was a depressing time, with very little money to spend and minus the one person I wanted to spend it on. This year is slightly better, though. Which might explain why I’m just so darn chipper. Read More

Occupy Nothing

I’ve been meaning to write about the Occupy protests for awhile now, but I was busy being unemployed. You’d think that would make me a perfect candidate to embrace the 99% and bang my outrage into my keyboard and onto the web as soon as possible, but it didn’t. Probably because being unemployed has its side effects. Like making the dollar store my exclusive shopping destination. Or having to shut off my Internet access for six months because I couldn’t afford it.

Now that I’m working again and the World Wide Web is streaming the collective intelligence of the entire human race and funny cat pictures directly into my living room once more, I figured it was finally time for me to get around to sharing my thoughts on the current state of inequity in America.

Only I don’t feel like it. Mostly because I just don’t care. In a voiceover for a computer game you probably never played until they made its third sequel and added Optimus Prime and Qui-Gon Jinn to the cast, Ron Pearlman once said, “War. War never changes.”

And that’s pretty much how I feel about everything these days. Read More