Ok so, I'm sorry I've been out for the past few days and missed some upload dates for dustland radio, however, I suffered from a massive hard drive crash. The poor thing shot itself in the head and there wasn't a thing I could do to save it. So I lost pretty much everything except for the files that I've got backed up, which thankfully was most of them. Some artwork I'll have to … Continue reading Massive Hard Drive Failure
I am a master at playing second fiddle in all of my past relationships. (Notice I said past because I finally got lucky, that is a story for another day though.) It never failed, I did my best work with the lights turned off but wasn't someone you had around when the sun was up. Quasimodo was my spirit animal. My first serious girlfriend set the trend. Lets call her Evelyn, because it just feels … Continue reading Playing Second Fiddle (Or The Ex-Girlfriend Story)
So I recently went to DC and spent some time taking in the sights and filling my face with amazing street food! It was a gourmet smorgasbord from around the world, all lined up down the same street. Diet went out the window and I spent three hours crying into a Lean Cuisine when I came home. Worth it. One of the places we came across was Zombie Pho of Pho Junkies. Not only did … Continue reading Pho: Better Than Brains!
...was because of their banana policy? Seriously, who doesn't love a good source of potassium? Okay, all jokes aside, it wasn't because of anything nefarious or shady. Ani Lumberhead , who founded the website and runs the Facebook pages, seems like a great guy. He's got a lot of passion and love for the horror scene and you can really tell. Him and his partner in crime, along with a talented editor, pulled off bringing Gruemonkey onto … Continue reading My Departure From Gruemonkey
I like to open these things with a bit of a story, so gather round. Once upon a time I was a member of one of those bad writing groups I mentioned before. (See HERE) I also enjoyed pretty regular contact with the groups founder/creator who had, on more than one occasion, told me some very worrying things. She claimed to love writing but didn't have the time to read anything. She didn't want to … Continue reading The Self-Published Stain or Remembering Robert Stanek