I live a gamer's life: dreaming of new dice, always thinking about plot devices and character, and have as many books about game systems as I have regular novels. Join me as I wander and wonder about life, the universe and everything.
Where to start? Probably best to start somewhere in the middle... Continue reading →
I'm very proud to share with you the 2023 holiday audio drama: This is the AIA: The Case of Care Packages. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle comes out the other side of this experience with a little wisdom, and a lot of appreciation. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle attempts to conclude this series, speaking now to the assembled crowd in a general meeting room on board the Arcship... Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle discovers that the most appropriate interpretations might be relevant to your own selves. Continue reading →
In which the very nature of society must be examined, not from a contemporary lens, but from a very ancient one…
In which the esteemed John Christopher Kringle is far less concerned with the lyric interpretation than the method by which it might have been communicated, in the ancient days before mankind left their planet. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle finds a way to explain the peculiar offer of this day in a definitively reasonable way. Continue reading →
In which the credential Professor of Ancient Archeoliterature admits to not feeling quite right for today's lesson, probably a derivative of poor sleep. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle expounds upon the theory that none of these birds are real. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle has to make a decision about which theory to present, and chooses to defy convention. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle diverts on an interesting path talking about ancient communications methods, before tying it today's archoliterature discussion. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle attempts to wade through the complicated miscues related to "three french hens". Continue reading →
In which the respected scholar and interpreter John Christopher Kringle continues his lessons from "The 12 Days of Christmas: A Carol of Instruction for Christmas", and also addresses some perceived inaccuracies from the first lesson. Continue reading →
In which John Christopher Kringle provides the Accelerated History Learning class with a lesson about the ancient practice of Christmas, as outlined in the book "The 12 Days of Christmas: A Carol of Instruction for Christmas". Continue reading →
In which I piece together some of the repeating metaphors, and once again talk about trying to get peace and control in my life. Continue reading →
In which I chatter on about the merger of geekery that is my Hallmarkian trackers... Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the fact that I didn't get my hands dirty, even though I did the work myself. Continue reading →
In which I consider just why it took so long to get over my procrastination, which I'd put off thinking about. Continue reading →
In which I find myself in an interesting rut, but not the rut I had hoped to be in. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the opportunity I rose to, to turn an awkward group situation into an interactive one. Continue reading →
In which I shamelessly plug one of my favourite current (?) shows. Continue reading →
In which I lament not yet getting up much for decoration. Continue reading →
In which I expound upon the virtue -- or at least the steps of fun -- of playing with little plastic bricks. Continue reading →
In which I happily chatter away about leftovers, nearly (or possibly actually) missing a point. Continue reading →
In which I try to justify my busy life by turning into one big every thing... Continue reading →
In which I try to order my mind by describing how I'm ordering my spaces. Continue reading →
In which I wonder why people don't wonder more, and wonder why I haven't wandered in a while. Continue reading →
In which I am happy to report, I did a thing, and it was good. Continue reading →
In which I gush about having watched a play, read part of a story, listened to part of a story, watching part of a story, and just generally story story story story... Continue reading →
In which I turn into a gushing fool about being involved in theatre (in a way). Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the small fact that I've spent time with friends being me. Continue reading →
In which I attempt to hold on to a recent meditation, to inform the future meditations and the non-meditations alike. Continue reading →
In which I start to feel the crafty urge to bring custom illumination into my spaces... Continue reading →
In which I lament having taken so long away from running my game, and not having acquired the skills to make that reacquisition easier. Continue reading →
In which I am frustrated because I didn't need to learn anything to get myself in a bind. Continue reading →
In which I try to find the crux of my inability to actually write anything at the moment. Continue reading →
In which I don't really get to the next level, but futz around trying to find the door in the 3D realtime simulation of a podcast. Continue reading →
In which I look around myself and wonder "what should this look like?" Continue reading →
In which I try, try again. Continue reading →
In which I question the value of television to me, or at least realize that I should. Continue reading →
In which I jumble up a bunch of thoughts about my move, then try to unpack them and at least organize them on the shelf a bit, if not really where they belong. Continue reading →
In which I comment satisfactions on my second attempt at running Brindlewood Bay. Continue reading →
In which I reflect on some of the unexpected reflections when faced with all your stuff and baggage. Continue reading →
In which I confess my inability to read my own character sheet has led me to unexpectedly run out of resources, temporarily. Continue reading →
In which I start to really take note that I am in between things: strength, spirit and technology, as well as space and time. Continue reading →
In which I lament the fact that everything seems to demand a slice of me, and there are more demands than ever, including my own. Continue reading →
In which I drift from national to regional to personal questions of who I am. Continue reading →
In which I reveal perhaps too much about my bathroom habits. Continue reading →
In which I am put off by an unexpected problem, and it spirals into considerations of how everything is just a badly jumbled mess, and I just have to organize it. Continue reading →
In which I unpack what was a busy day. Continue reading →