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Pac was unlike any wrestler before him. Yes, there have been other athletic short guys. Yes, there have been other muscular flippy dudes. There had even been guys that could do most of what he did in the ring. But none of them had that aura that defined PAC. I first became familiar with himRead More
There are wrestlers you watch. There are wrestlers you cheer for. And then there are wrestlers who make you stop and think, How the hell did he just do that? PAC was one of those wrestlers. He was The Man That Gravity Forgot. I don’t talk about my love of wrestling like others do; in fact, there are so many people that don’t know that I am a devoted fan. Only a select few know my love for the sport. That every Wednesday and Saturday I watch AEW and sometimes I stay up watching the Pay per views until 5 andRead More
It’s been a long time since I sat down and blog what was going on in my life. For the most part, I have been focusing on writing and publishing tips. But this year has been a roller coaster of work and personal growth. Which has been an amazing roller coaster. Work- So, we will start here. I started a full-time job Dec of 2025. Which has been great for my mental health, and I love the job that I have. I mean, I would love for my writing to be my full time writing but I feel one dayRead More
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it, did it really fall? There’s a strange kind of silence that comes after releasing a book. You spend months, sometimes years, shaping something out of yourself, imagining the moment it enters the world as some kind of thunderclap. Then sixRead More
8-Bit Theatre: Waiting for the Punchline, Fearing the VoidI didn’t binge 8-Bit Theatre. This wasn’t a weekend adventure for me.No, I lived with it.I was already a Final Fantasy obsessive when Brian Clevinger started posting those early strips in the way back of 2001. I knew the NES sprites by heart. I knew the game’s jank, its mystery, its accidental cruelty. I had notebooks full of maps and party builds long before wikis made that kind of obsession slightly more efficient.So when 8-Bit Theatre showed up, using those same sprites, that same world, and then immediately lighting it on fire,Read More
The Legend of Zelda (NES): Or, How a Green Kid With a Magic Sword Taught Gen X to Distrust Maps, Authority, and ComfortI had beaten The Legend of Zelda at least once a year for roughly 35 years. Sometimes more. Sometimes out of obligation, sometimes out of spite, sometimes because the world felt like it was collapsing again and I needed to remind myself that at least this problem could still be solved with graph paper, patience, and a willingness to die repeatedly. It was a reminder that even when everything else changes there was that one constant.I don’t replayRead More
The Movie That Created Horror IconsHere’s the funny thing about Friday the 13th (1980):It’s not the Friday the 13th movie people think it is.No hockey mask.No machete-wielding undead juggernaut.No sleeping bag kills.No Kane Hodder.No “ki ki ki, ma ma ma” (that doesn’t show up until later, like some kudzu plant).And yet, without this scrappy, awkward,Read More
A Bloody Good Time, even if messy at timesLet’s get this out of the way up front: My Bloody Valentine (1981) is not the crown jewel of the slasher boom. It’s not Halloween. It’s not Nightmare on Elm Street. It’s not even Friday the 13th Part 4, which, if we’re being honest, is when that franchise reached peak. Hell you could argue it isn’t even Children of the Corn level (I said you could, not that I would.)But, and it’s a rather small but, 45 years later My Bloody Valentine is still here, still getting written about, still getting anniversaryRead More
Home, Ten Years Later The hum of David’s truck on the Pennsylvania Turnpike was familiar, a steady rhythm that had always marked the journey between the city and home. The late spring air was cool, and the sky above Pittsburgh still held a faint blush from the afternoon sun as he glanced at the GPS, watching the miles slip by. Ten years had passed since he’d returned to Ashford Hollow that snowy Christmas, yet the pull of the town — the call of the hills, the scent of pine, the streets that seemed to remember him — had never faded.HeRead More
A New Beginning in Ashford Hollow The air was crisp with that bite only the depth of winter could give, and the snow that had lingered for weeks now glimmered under the soft afternoon sun, hardened into glistening sheets of ice over the hills and the winding streets of Ashford Hollow. David pulled the heavyRead More
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The Media That Made Me: Friday the 13th
The Movie That Created Horror IconsHere’s the funny thing about Friday the 13th (1980):It’s not the Friday the 13th movie people think it is.No hockey mask.No machete-wielding undead juggernaut.No sleeping bag kills.No Kane Hodder.No “ki ki ki, ma ma ma” (that doesn’t show up until later, like some kudzu plant).And yet, without this scrappy, awkward,Read More
The Media that Made Me: My Bloody Valentine
A Bloody Good Time, even if messy at timesLet’s get this out of the way up front: My Bloody Valentine (1981) is not the crown jewel of the slasher boom. It’s not Halloween. It’s not Nightmare on Elm Street. It’s not even Friday the 13th Part 4, which, if we’re being honest, is when thatRead More
Coal Drop Christmas Epilogue
Home, Ten Years Later The hum of David’s truck on the Pennsylvania Turnpike was familiar, a steady rhythm that had always marked the journey between the city and home. The late spring air was cool, and the sky above Pittsburgh still held a faint blush from the afternoon sun as he glanced at the GPS,Read More