Author: The Narrator

Today is a good day. My last post talked about some of the issues that have come up to try and derail me in my empire-building, and I ended with the question 'what things are taking priority?' I think that scared the guys a little bit, because they spent the two weeks in between that… Continue reading The Important Things

It's been one of those weeks, writing-wise. Hell, let's be honest, it's been one of those weeks life-wise, too. The ones where you start quite a bit - snippet here, paragraph there - of a bunch of different projects, but can't get your thoughts together long enough on any one thing to see something through… Continue reading Priorities

It was a gorgeous spring day for my last community college visit of the semester. The atrium where the college reps tables were set up skirted a student art exposition showcasing their work for the semester - excellent, because I'd have the double bonus of increased traffic for my visit and get a more interesting… Continue reading Identity

It is April, 2006. I am nestled in one of the many crevices in the basement of the old math building, a colored pencil behind each ear as I furiously count tiny boxes. I'm modelling a number of different rule sets based around Conway's Game of Life - given a row of cells in one… Continue reading Chaos

You can usually tell my frame of mind by a combination of two things: whether I'm stuck in my writing, and whether or not I'm behind in my issues of mental_floss. Snags on one or the other from time to time aren't cause for being overly concerned - everyone has a busy spell from time… Continue reading Chipping the Block

A long time ago, I came across an old proverb which has since turned into a sort of personal mantra: Those who tell the stories rule the world. It's a powerful idea, and a truthful one. Shane Snow did an amazing TEDx talk on this in 2014 where he talks about the reasons why storytelling is so… Continue reading Tell A Good Story

The scene is a late summer afternoon in 1991. I am seven years old, standing in my grandparents' living room and feeling rather pleased with myself, even though I am in trouble. On my feet are my brand-new school shoes, shoes that we had to visit a half a dozen stores to find because I… Continue reading Learning To Dance

In my hometown in Pennsylvania, on a ridge overlooking the main boulevard, sits a copse of ancient pines that block the glare of the city lights from the old mansions sitting above. Positioned between the auxiliary parking used by the local college campus to its north and just off of a well-used sidewalk to the… Continue reading Walls

A few weeks back, Vampy and Velvet invited a group of RCM staffers for a special episode of their Saturday afternoon game stream Chaos Will Ensue. As I stated in my last post, some of RCM's cultural values center around responsibility, hard work, a willingness to be helpful whenever possible, and giving back to our… Continue reading Little Things