A chronicle of all things Geek.
October 10, 2015
I just wrapped up the final episode of the video podcast. You might be wondering why I ended it. It got harder to come up with original topics and find people to interview about it. That is why I stopped podcasting.
October 1, 2015
I will be at Eeriecon in Niagara Falls, NY this weekend. I will be filming an episode on Friday 10/2/2015 at 9:00 pm.
More info on the con go to www.eeriecon.org.
September 23, 2015
Ever wonder what it is like to create comics and the process they go about making them. I talk to a few comic creators and we discuss what they draw and on how they create characters. We have an array of genres: Sci-fi, Horror, Fantasy, Humor, and True Life.
Guests
Jeremy Kahn (http://www.jkahn.org)
Sal Otero (http://www.facebook.com/innerthreat)
Liz Pritchard (http://www.paperbagcomic.com)
Nigel Carrington (http://www.starrskillscomics.com)
E. D. Mead (http://www.edmeadart.com)
Promo: Get Published, Flash Pulp
September 18, 2015
Back in college I experimented with religion. I adopted Wicca as a religion. Before I was an agnostic or nonpracticing Catholic. Never grew up in any church environment, and never did like going the mass the one time a year I did. Didn’t like the Christian summer camp I went to. I even tried reading the Bible for Windows, but it was just word salad. I heard about Wicca before from the Internet and read documents from FTP sites I downloaded. The in October of 1994 I made the decision to be a solitary practitioner. Did a little improved ritual. Then I got a pentacle from Spencer’s. Started getting the trapping for an alter and bought books. Did the full moon rituals and the Sabbaths. Went online to the #wicca chat room asking questions. After about a year I stopped practicing serious and became what I would call a W.I.N.O. (Wiccan in name only) After awhile I got tired of the flakes and the love and light BS. I left it all in my early 30s and went back to what I was before.
September 4, 2015
The strangest thing about being a pacifist is violent fantasies. Yes I imagine beating people up. I would even go as far as punching the air imagining the person I want to beat up. I will make noise and have other people in the house will ask what I am doing. I have to calm down or I am going to break something.
August 29, 2015
In 2008 I lost 3 people that I hold dear: my father, my Aunt Marge, and my personal hero George Carlin. My dad was 60 years old and died of a heart attack. His father died of a heart attack at 62 when I was 2 months old. Both of them were very obese men, and so was I. That’s why I lost weight. I didn’t want to follow them.
My Aunt Marge was my mom’s sister and she was very obese with type 2 diabetes. I do have fond memories of her. She was my crazy aunt. Never married and had no kids. She would take me and my brother out to the movies, the park, or the dinner. As I got older she started losing it. Making up stories about me, my brother, or cousins. It was sad.
George Carlin I was a fan when I was young catching his shows on HBO. I love his take on the world. His clever use of language was part of his humor. I saw him in concert once and I was laughing so hard I had my head between my legs. I miss him.
August 16, 2015
Some podcasts are doing the Dog Days of Podcasting where people post an episode for a day throughout August. My fellow podcaster Nutty Nuchtchas from the Nutty Bites podcast is doing that with interviews of other interesting people. She put out a call and I volunteered to be a guest. We talked about podcasting and other things. You can listen on the link below.
August 16, 2015
When I was 11 my 6th grade class took a trip to a amusement near Buffalo, NY called Darien Lake. This is the only time I shoplifted. This was back in 1985 where there wasn’t the restriction on backpacks. I had money but I spent it on food and the arcade with nothing for a souvenir. All my classmates talked about getting something and I wanted to but couldn’t. I grab a toy pop gun and put it in my backpack. When I left the shop I took the gun out and threw away the wrapping. Also I didn’t get caught, and promised myself that I wouldn’t do it again. Yes I knew better, but I will say that I haven’t broken my promise, and I didn’t shoplifted again.
August 9, 2015
When I was a kid I collected comic books, and was a fan of Marvel back into the 80’s. I guess every kid that buys them hopes that one day some of them would be worth something. I held on to them until recently and take them to a comic shop only to find them not worth anything. I kinda figured that they might not be worth it, so I gave them away.
My late father was a hoarder and we could never have a car in the garage because of the junk he accumulated. I would joke about it being my inheritance, and it was. The line he always used was, “It could be worth something, someday.” I hated when he said that. Some of the things were like the scrap metal, but most of it was junk.
What little I know of my dad growing up and the events that would cause it. He was in an iron lung for polio when he was a kid. Couldn’t see his family or his friends from school. Next traumatic was serving in the army during the Vietnam war and saw friends and squad mates die. He did his tour and came back home. Then his parents died: first his mom and then his dad.
What I have to say it I didn’t follow him. I didn’t hoard things.
