My friend Lars likes to use the phrase, "Garbage in, garbage out." He's usually talking about data reports, but I believe that it also applies to artistic endeavors. By which I mean: READ DUMB CRAP = WRITE DUMB CRAP. (This...

A tiny bit of Vim for you today! Just a morsel really, but I have been very sick. I have much more written, but it is still in the throes of revision. (There are some interesting pitfalls to navigate when writing an epistolary...

For my birthday, my brother gave me a MIDI keyboard controller... and a head cold. …The world is not prepared for the sheer volume of hallucinogenic-rock-organ-synth-space-electronic currently barreling towards it. To...

Bam! Pow! Zap! Other sounds of beeping and blooping digital destruction! From Spacewar! all the way back in 1962 up to the present day, an overwhelming number of videogames are devoted to (or heavily feature) violent combat o...

Happy Friday! For those of you to whom reality provides an insufficient amount of psychedelic, grave-robbing shenanigans amongst the rusting hulks and inhuman powers of the fallen future, I have another slice of Vim! ...Poor Grit the...

Thanks to an unexpected bout of insomnia last night, I am currently operating with approximately 3.5 hours of sleep. I also have 39 pages of rambling, incoherent, hand scrawled notes for something called The Cleverest Beast, which apparently...

I've got another bit of madness for you! For some reason, I've been in kind of a swordfish mood lately… (Is this what being trapped in an artistic rut* feels like?) *On the plus side, my swordfish-themed-cover-art-skills seem to...

See Part One here! Time to break some more table tops! (and also my face...) Note: If the following diatribe here is a little confusing, it’s probably because of the probable microconcussion that I probably gave myself this morning w...

This is but Part One - See Part Two here! Let's break some tabletops! (By applying videogame narrative design tactics!) The theme of this garbage fountain was "Ghost," which got me thinking about all sorts of old, weird...

In the chaos-infested realm known only as James's Garage, one man faces the tide of empty cardboard boxes, forgotten furniture, old shoes that only kind of fit, abandoned bicycles, a bag of some unholy abomination labeled "s'mores flavore...