The Year That Was My 2019
“Were all of it written down, I suppose that the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.”
Alan Moore’s Lost Girls: Art or Smut?
“Fiction and Fact: only madmen and magistrates cannot discriminate between them.”
The Year that Was My 2018
It was nearly the best of times, and it was nearly the worst of times
NYCC 2018 Part 1: Romantic Rendezvous
Not ten minutes after the convention started, it happened…
An Open Letter to IGN
The games industry needs a stalwart Fourth Estate to shine a light into its dark corners. IGN hire to individuals with a degree in journalism and several years experience in investigative reporting.
NYCC Friday: ComiXology, Theology, Some Booze, and a Bit of Poison…
I felt the closest thing to love at first sight that the pieces of my long-broken heart are capable of experiencing… in our Dionysian drunkenness we did not realize how rowdy our revelry had been.
NYCC Thursday: Musings on meeting Ta-Nehisis, the Power Rangers, the CBLDF, and more
Despite being poisoned, I still managed to make more of NYCC than absolutely any other convention goer there
Don’t let Durham be the Latest Chapter in The Decline and Fall of the American Empire
The vandalism and destruction called for or committed recently evidence an eagerness to follow Rome along the same self-destructive path from civility to savagery.
The Importance of Criticism
Man’s highest purpose is to officiate the marriage of Matter to Meaning. His second highest is the appreciation and enjoyment of all the wondrous works begotten by this union.
Colin Was Right: How the Enthusiast Press is Lessened by the Loss of Mr. Moriarty
Colin was the paragon of civility in discourse, demonstrating boldness in his beliefs, genuine curiosity of others’, intellectual honesty in all ideas, openness to persuasion, patience with those he did disagree with, and unreserved friendship for individuals of any political persuasion.
The Hub City Review 