Wandering Out Loud: Recent Episodes
Mark the Encaffeinated ONE
In which I express frustration with getting set up for tomorrow’s D&D game, but I’ve got too little energy and focus to put much thunder & lightning into it.
In which I contemplate contemplating, and the problem of decision making about decision making.
In which I discuss writing (or not), what’s the point of habits (or not), and other things (or not).
In which I complain about the challenging nature of task management, and what I’ve failed out so far.
In which I catch you up on my holiday preparation, and celebrate two more movies, one of which really stood out.
In which I find I’ve watched two movies that could be described as the same, but definitely aren’t. Bonus: musing about the value of romance plots in RPGs.
In which I reminisce about the idea of reminiscing, especially when we do it in real-time.
In which I suggest that there are valuable stories to be heard and seen in these movies.
In which I try to encourage myself to learn the right lesson: that a moment, doing nothing, is important.
In which I consider some of the analysis offered by the writer who inspired one of my favourite Hallmarkian Christmas movie series, Christmas in Evergreen.
Read the article yourself: “I Developed Storylines for Hallmark Movies, Here’s What I Learned”, by Bryn Donovan at SheWrites.com .
In which I talk a little bit more about how I create a numerical rating for the Hallmarkian Christmas Movies I watch, and a bit about recent watchings.
In which I celebrate the end of another reality (show) and comment a little on the others I’ve considered, and maybe a little about why.
In which I talk about the challenge of making sure I sound the same when I’m not me, in various bodies.
(a quick repost) In which I complain and try to elucidate that most things — especially in the modern world! — fail in unusual and unpredictable ways, but fortunately, we can always start over.
In which I complain and try to elucidate that most things — especially in the modern world! — fail in unusual and unpredictable ways, but fortunately, we can always start over.
(A repost as it did not appear in Overcast.)
In which I muse about how little we really teach about what and how to wear clothes.
In which I discover that there is another "once-a-day-in-August" challenge, and it relates to my favourite hobby, RPGs. Continue reading
In which I consider some of the boundaries of knowledge that I'd like to know. Continue reading
n which I discuss the Unravel series of games I've run (sometimes) at Enbicon, our local gaming convention -- and thoughts about what I might do this year. Continue reading
In which I celebrate a thought I've had before: that sometimes, it's the nothing that matters. Continue reading
In which I think back to a time when I was really scared, and how I've tried to not be scared (by trying to be scared) since. Continue reading
In which I find myself wandering away from the realization that I was wandering away from my session prep for an upcoming D&D game... Continue reading
In which I muse a little about listening to what would now be called "historical" broadcasts. Continue reading
In which I reflect on a conversation about failing to reflect often enough Continue reading
In which I expose myself as a prepper -- of roleplaying game sessions. Continue reading
In which I am vaguely inspired to consider a philosophical question -- I'm just not sure which one. Continue reading
In which I return to talking about my task management system again -- and it's limitation. And by way of that, everything else... Continue reading
In which I find myself engrossed in talking about my latest videogame obsession... Continue reading
In which I muse about the knowledge gaps and experience that we all have, and how we might spread the magic a bit further. Continue reading
In which I start, as I often do, with my own ignorance and frustration. Continue reading
In which I find no direction, know no rules, and simply talk about what comes to mind. Continue reading
In which I celebrate the collection of story influences I've had for this day. Continue reading
In which I celebrate the chances I’ll have to be together with people, even if I’m too shy to really be there.
In which I explore the idea of gifts — and give examples of the worst and best gifts I’ve given.
In which I regret only that I cannot hold a key in a bucket. If you want your very own copy of the lyrics to A Very Scary Solstice, visit the HP Lovecraft Historical Society and pick up their very … Continue reading
In which I regret only that I cannot hold a key in a bucket. If you want your very own copy of the lyrics to A Very Scary Solstice, visit the HP Lovecraft Historical Society and pick up their very … Continue reading
In which I explore the dark feelings which point me to wanting lighter feelings with more meaning.
In which I consider all the ways I appreciate the battle between shadow and brilliance…
In which I celebrate a new source of learning and exploration for my hobby of making edible things for others…
In which I tell you about the plans I think I have for the upcoming Dog Days of Advent.
Intention, Filtering Input Data, Hygiene for Information/Removing Stale Data, Data Hoarding, Finding Information, Gamify/Gamification, Pens & Pencils, Folders, KPIs, Owning The Inputs, Verstehen (German: to understand)…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Commonplace Journal/Book, F is for Forgetting (on purpose), Future Self, Focus Time, Interruptions, Labelling, Documentation (Chuck), Floating, Drifting, Funny, Bandwidth, Age/Aging, Ahead…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Zen, Zeroing In, Zones, Zigzagging, Zeitgeist, Zero Waste, Zooming Out, Zest, Zoning Out, Zipping Through, Zzzs (get some sleep), Zero expectations, Zero Inbox, Zettelkasten method (and Zettels)…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Yearly Planning, Yielding, Yes or No, Yardsticks, Yin and Yang, You-Time, Yesterday’s Lessons, Youthful Energy, Yarn, Yield, Yearly Cycle, Your own system, You (it’s all about you), You’s (the multiple), Yearly review, Young/Youthful Energy, Yet to do, Yes (sometimes)…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Xerox Syndrome, eXit Strategy, Xenial Organization, Xenodochial, eXpansion, Xenon Flash, eXceptional, eXecution, eXamination, Xenobiology, Xenophrenology, Xenophilosophy, X-ray Vision, X Marks The Spot, X Factor…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Workflow, Willpower, Work-Life Balance, Wants vs. Needs, Wins, Workspaces, Winding Down, Weekly Reviews, Weekly Cycle, Write things down (as much as possible), Where is anything?, Waste of Time/Wasting Time, Wear and Tear, Wrappers, Weaving the day, Western Idealism, Wrestling control, Wavering, Whitespace, White paper, Wipe the Slate Clean, Weariness, Without, Why, Wrong Results, Wondering, Wittiness, Whale, Wisdom…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Velocity, Virtues, Volume Control, Vitality, Verify/Verification, Validity/Validation, Values/Value your values/know what’s valuable (to you), Verbing, Versioning, Variety, Vital Statistics, Visualizing/Visualization, Vivid, Vulnerable, Virtual Overlay/Virtual Spaces, Versatility…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Urgency, Usability, Upskilling, Uncluttering, Unfinished Projects, Uplift, Universal (or not!), Underestimation, Use Cases, User, Usefulness, Utility/Utilities, Update your system periodically, Upkeep, Ultimate Goal/System/Aim, Ubiquitous, Understanding…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Time Management, Templates, Tools, Technology, Timelines, Teamwork, Triggers, Transitions. Tidying Up, Term Cycle, Trackers, Theorize, Test your system (even when it lets you down), Try again, TTRPGs, Try different things, Tackle larger things, Triage, Tasks/Task Management, Theorize, Teach…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Self-Care, Stress Management, Storytelling, Stakeholders, Storage Solutions, System of Systems, Summaries, Structure, Seasons, Slips, Stamps, Stencils; Sort things into separate bins; Selves (not Self!); Simplify; Sleep, Scheduling, Sleep, Say No, Standard Operating Procedures, Service, Solid/Sound/Supported, Seasons, Similes, Safety, Secure, Silly…
But not Surreal!?
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Routines, Resources, Resilience, Relationships, Redundancy, Results, Resetting, Risk Management, Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, Reminders, Rest regularly, Refine the process/system, Review, Redundancy, Reflection on Lived Experience, Regret, Round Filing, Reset/Recharge/Refocus, Reinforcement, Redundancy, Readiness, Reel it in, Reference Files, Regression…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Quick Wins, Quotas, Queries, Queue Management, Quitting, Quality Control, Quirks, Questions, Quests, Quick, Quiet working space; Quiet the Mind; Question everything; Quality over Quantity, Quotidian, Quietude, Quotient, Quotes…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Planning, Productivity, Processes, Purpose, Paperwork, Problem Solving, Persistence, Projects/Project Management, (everything has a Place), Personal/Personalized; Produce reports; Prove the system; Prune/Purge the system; Process the Inbox and everything else, Pomodoro Technique; Past Self; Parkinson’s Law (Tasks expand to fill the time available; use a timer), Planners, Personal Knowledge Management (PKM), Priority/Prioritization, Pressure, Precise, Pleasure, Packeting, Procrastination/Postponing, Perfect (no such thing)….
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
“þe” (the) and “þorn” (thorn). Whenever you see an old timey reference in a movie to “Ye Olde Tavern,” the “y” is actually the long forgotten thorn. Over time, it was replaced by the letter combo “th.” (explanation from “Forgotten Letters of the English Alphabet” at Calligrascape.)
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Opportunities, Optimization, Overwhelm, Outcomes, Options, Organizing/Organization, Organic, Out-of-Sight-Out-of-Mind, Overview, Observe how you work/how work works, Odd/Oddity/Odds-n-Ends, Outstanding, On/Off, Outsourcing, Outdoors, Obtuse, Obstruction, Oculus, Orthogonal, Odyssey, Obfuscate, Objectives, Objectivity, Object, Ombudsman, Ontology, Oodles, Order, Ossify, Obvious, Over, Omit/Omission, Own It/Ownership, Onboarding…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Networking, Navigation, Narrowing Down, Necessities/Necessary, Negotiation, Nesting, Nuance, Next Actions, Notifications, No: learn how to say it strategically, Neat, Needs; Necessary, Nag, Night, Negative, Navel-gazing; Nearby, Notes/Note-Taking/Notebooks, Nearly Everything…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Milestones, Minimalism, Metrics, Multitasking, Meetings, Management, Mentorship, Mindfulness, Monthly Cycle, Monthly Review, Mind mapping; Minimize distractions; Many selves, Music, Mentor, Mind Palace, Mastication, Mind Over Matter, Madness, Models, Mood, Mistakes, Mobile, Memory, Motivation, Momentum/Motion, Mindfulness, Miscellaneous…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Learning, Leadership, Logistics, Long-Term Planning, Legacy, Limitations, Leverage, Location, Listen to yourself and your system, Little Steps, Lists…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Key Performance Indicators (KPIs), Keep it Simple, Knowledge Sharing, Knowledge Management, Kickoff Meetings, Kinetic Energy, Kindness, Key Resources, Kits, Kanban, Know yourself; Knotted Information, Kill your darlings…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Judgement, Job Management, Just-in-Time (Learning), Journey Mapping, Joint Efforts, Jumpstarting Projects, Jack-of-all-Trades; Jog (not Sprint); Justify; Jury-rig; Jigsaw; Jarlsberg; Jam-Packed; Juggling; Journaling,; Joy; Journey, not a destination…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Intentionality, Inspiration, Implementation, Information Overload, Innovation, Impact, Iteration, Integration, Improvements, Invest time (in dreaming, developing, testing & refining your systems); Idleness, “I”, Inference, Ideas/Ideation, Illustration, Isolation, Interest, Interconnectedness/Interdependence, Ice (cool), Inbox, Inbox Zero, Infinite Task, Index…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
algæ, Cæsar, archaeology, vertibræ, æther…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Hierarchy, Humour, Highlighting, Hurdles, Hybrid Work, Hobbies, Home Office, History, Hope, Handle, Hard Deadlines, Hard Tasks, Health, Hardcore mode, Hardware, Hacks, Habits (Habit Stacking, Habit Tracking), Handy, Here and Now…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Growth, Group Projects, Grounding, Graphs and Charts, Guidelines, Guardrails, Gratitude journaling, Getting Things Done (GTD), Goals & Goal Review
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Feedback, Filing Systems, Flexibility, Follow-Up, Financial Organization, Frameworks, Failure, Future Planning, Forage for systems that work, Freedom, Fretting, Forgetting, Forethought, Fresh, Focus, Flow…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Efficiency, Email Management, Evaluation, Energy Management, Execution, Environment, Empowerment, Estimation, Evernote, Easy, Experimentation, Equipment, Effort, Everything, Everywhere…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Delegation, Digital Organization, Decision Making, Discipline, Documentation, Daily Planning, Decluttering, Deadlines, Data Management, Daily Log, Decoration, Divide & Conquer, Dream, Document everything, Decision-making, Decision Fatigue, Daily Cycle, Distraction
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Clarity, Calendar Management, Consistency, Creative Organization, Communication, Collaboration Tools, Constraints, Cleanliness, Course Correction, Categorization, Cycles, Capture, Colour, Colour coding, Coding, Customizing, Custom-made solution, Chunking, Calendars, Collecting (info), Close things, Creativity, Coherence, Challenge, Calm, Cool & Collected…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Brainstorming, Balance, Boundaries, Backlogs, Batching, Breaks, Bookkeeping, Benchmarks, Buffer Time, Bullet Points, Bind projects & like things together, Blocking, “Busy” and Bullet Journaling.
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Automation, Alastair Method, Ask others about what they use, Annotation, ADHD, Accountability, Adaptability, Aesthetics, Agility, Ambition, Analysis, Apps, Archives, Articulation, Assessment…
And AI!
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
Where to start? Probably best to start somewhere in the middle…
For the month of August, I’m participating in the Dog Days of Podcasting, a challenge to podcast every day. There are many participants; this one is mine. I call it “An A-Z of My (Dis)Organized Journey”.
I’m very proud to share with you the 2023 holiday audio drama: This is the AIA: The Case of Care Packages.
(Because of Facebook’s oppression of Canadian news links, I cannot share this on that site through our website, so this is a copy of it.)
Copyright 2023 by Mark Kilfoil
Written by Mark Kilfoil.
Recorded and edited by Ryan Wetmore, with sound effects research by Margaret Andow.
In the cast:
- TIM SCAMMELL as AGENT TRIP
- MATTHEW DUFFY as AGENT TONY
- MARK KILFOIL as AGENT SULLEY and THE HAT MAN
- MARGARET ANDOW as AGATHA
- SIBI ALOSHIOUS as AIDEN
- STEPHANIE BANNISTER as SARAH
- and
- JOHN BALL as THE BOSS and THE MAYOR
In which John Christopher Kringle comes out the other side of this experience with a little wisdom, and a lot of appreciation.
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…
In which John Christopher Kringle discovers that the most appropriate interpretations might be relevant to your own selves.
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.
In which John Christopher Kringle finds a way to explain the peculiar offer of this day in a definitively reasonable way.
In which the credential Professor of Ancient Archeoliterature admits to not feeling quite right for today’s lesson, probably a derivative of poor sleep.
In which John Christopher Kringle expounds upon the theory that none of these birds are real.
In which John Christopher Kringle has to make a decision about which theory to present, and chooses to defy convention.
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 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 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 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 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.
In which I consider the different perspectives, metaphors and structures that we have created collectively and I have created individually, and how they are always changing and interfering with one another.
In which I express my excitement at being able to spend dedicated time to the shifting location where I exist. Continue reading →
In which I complain a bit about how hard it is to do something which I have literally practiced thousands of time and still have trouble getting right: sleep!
In which I suggest that I've been RPíng my entire life, and will never stop (and you should too!). Continue reading →
In which I come to realize that, for me, it’s about the process of getting things done, as much or more than actual getting things done.
In which I reach across domains to combine anomaly reality shows, cooking and living life, as you do.
In which I find myself thinking about the Fall, and welcoming the calm tones, spooky shadows and colourful surroundings it brings.
In which I try to point out that bits of the answer are all around us, if we can just pull the right sequence out of the bag... Continue reading →
In which I poke at a few of the mysteries of the world and ask: do they point to strangeness in our world, or the world without? Continue reading →
In which I turn the tables on our exploration and say: why don't we look closer at the things we presume are flaws, to find the sources? Continue reading →
In which I pull a few random threads until I get a less-than-coherent whole cloth. Continue reading →
In which I find myself trying to understand the creature stuck behind the glass. Continue reading →
In which I consider that the reason we have common symbols might be because they come from a common place -- outside the simulation. Continue reading →
In which I try not to repeat myself, but it takes time to make it shorter. Continue reading →
In which I make it up as I go along, or was I following a master script? Continue reading →
In which I see the repetition of the world, and ask, "Can that be a coincidence?". Continue reading →
In which I explain how my life is changing, and how that led to me thinking that everything might not be real. Continue reading →
In which I step outside of my projected reality to get totally real for a second. Continue reading →
In which I consider what implications of successful AI might mean to the "real" world. Continue reading →
In which I consider whether we feel things, or things are felt by us, and how I feel about that. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the possibility that the s4trange and br--oken thingsss around me might be there on purpose. Continue reading →
In which I try to summarize a very smart paper that postulates that: a) we can do it; b) we want to do it; c) we'll live long enough to do it. Then it asks: did we do it? Continue reading →
In which I discuss some of my attempts to interact and organize this series with chatGPT. Continue reading →
In which I give a bit of motivation for what I'm doing, taken from another universe's reality. Continue reading →
In which I consider that the things that go bump in the night might be hard drives. Continue reading →
In which I propose that what we would have done is what was done, to see what we had done, and what we would have done. Continue reading →
I which I consider that the only one that has to play the game is the player. Continue reading →
In which I introduce you to a friend of mine, and hope that the two of you will get along. Continue reading →
In which I realize that the terms don't mean what I think we all have thought them to mean, which is meaningful. Continue reading →
Taking a step back to explain why I'm discombobulated enough to consider discombobulating the entirety of existence, or perhaps just your experience of it. Continue reading →
In which I look over my shoulder to see what might be sitting there, helping me out (or hindering me). Continue reading →
In which I point out some things that seemed to have been true, but aren't any longer -- and never were. Continue reading →
In which I delight in the prospect that the peanut butter and chocolate just might have been destined to end up together. Continue reading →
In which I make a bold thesis statement, and then hope I didn't repeat myself. Continue reading →
In which I am unexpected let down by my expectations, and expecting to explore the unexpected. Continue reading →
In which I enthuse about my relatively new hobbies -- neither of which I though I'd ever have. Continue reading →
In which I start to realize the little things I had neglected keep showing up. Continue reading →
In which I end up talking about talent and challenges, just before declaring that I need to find my talent to take on another challenge. Continue reading →
In which I glance at today's news, and also today's sky, and realize both are from different times and perspectives than reality. Continue reading →
In which I try to listen to the music of my mind -- and a YouTube channel. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the one thing I managed to do today: get a more solid idea for a game I'm going to run at a convention. Continue reading →
In which I choose to set aside my reality for a moment to focus instead on something entirely outside my reality: magic. Continue reading →
In which I am excited and a little worried about finding an abundant use of my non-abundant leisure time. Continue reading →
In which my quest for a new computer reveals reflections about modern casual media experiences. Continue reading →
In which I complain about computers, the thing I really do love, because it feels like they love me less than before. Continue reading →
In which I am in the middle of thinking about my next session, the world it inhabits, and everything. Continue reading →
In which I think about changing into someone else, to make a different perspective to play around in (because this original one is tired). Continue reading →
In which I at first listen to the static, and then purposely not listen to it. Continue reading →
In which I try to muddle my way through the reaction to learning something from someone new. Continue reading →
In which I reflect a little on unconscious behaviour, implicit or explicit self-rules and whether it's better to encode memory in the universe rather than in your own mind. Continue reading →
In which I am looking for a pattern to the apparent patterns I'm not looking for. Continue reading →
In which I crawl out of a videogame I'm enjoying to realize I need to crawl into bed, instead. Continue reading →
In which I suggest you look for the broad expanse of stars when not blinded by the brighter celestial bodies. Continue reading →
In which I am happy to see fireworks, and wonder about getting and giving reactions in roleplaying games. Continue reading →
In which I sense the pulse of things, and try to find the heartbeat. Continue reading →
In which I try to open my mind to the universe, to see what seeps in... Continue reading →
In which I am fresh with new music, and forgot everything else I meant to talk about. Continue reading →
In which I try to relate the foggy state of my heat-induced stupor earlier. Continue reading →
In which I describe how I changed my daily capture to accommodate my new looseleaf style. Continue reading →
In which I am amused by something on the Internet, and then find a comfortable tangent bowl to lay down in. Continue reading →
In which I go all the way back, to remember when things started, and try to figure out how we might do it again. Continue reading →
In which I am simultaneously impressed by a small physical thing, and curious about a larger, intangible thing. Continue reading →
In which I second guess all of reality, and then second guess how much we deny reality exists. Continue reading →
In which I seek a parallel between finishing books and doing things. Continue reading →
In which I feel much better, and wish to figure out how to make that every day. Continue reading →
In which I come to the end of the day (almost), and am somewhat grateful for that, at least. Continue reading →
In which I am concerned not with the mold, but by the deeper systemic flaws it reveals in myself, and maybe how I wish I took Home Economics as a kid. Continue reading →
In which I muse about the end never coming, because the process is ongoing (and repeating). Continue reading →
In which I find myself a little overwhelmed by trying to run at full speed again, and really need to unburden myself in order to get up to speed. Continue reading →
In which I have a vision of the potential ultimate success and failure of planning things... Continue reading →
In which I celebrate a return to normal, just as I feel anything but. Continue reading →
In which I am hunting for what is on my mind, and then wonder how you would hunt for what is on someone else’s mind.
In which I lament a thing, and the not doing a thing, even as I question if its a thing I like or want to do.
In which I consider the experience of being somewhere else for a while. Continue reading →
In which I find myself in the heavy grip of fatigue, unable to beg, bargain or bust my way out. Continue reading →
In which I try to describe the concern that change might be uncontrolled and chaotic, which affects house prices (and dreams).
In which I struggle to understand anything, but particularly the bizarre nature of psychological weariness and willpower over tiredness.
In which I reflect a little on catching up on classic movies and what they might teach me to do (or not do) when running and playing roleplaying games.
In which I lament and celebrate the routines that bind me and support me from day to day. Also: BBQ fixing.
In which I (generally) find myself considering how to do nothing, or more of nothing at any rate.
In which I am feeling out the edge of revelation, trying to figure out what it is I know about the next bit of story I want to write, the next bit of life I want to learn.
In which I find the words, lose the words, praise the words, and wonder which words I meant to use.
In which I rant and rave about recent music purchases, and note the breadth of my wild tastes.
In which I swim around the concept of humour, and then talk more about parallel processing... Continue reading
In which I reflect on my alien encounters... on TV and movies and sensational weekly documentaries. Continue reading
In which I try to justify my television fascinations by attaching them to a more academic fascination. Continue reading
In which I speak in admiring tones about a particular story teller of celluloid, whose name I omit to not draw in the attention. Continue reading
In which I turn my attention to the reflective power of considering how something turns their attention to the problem of considering how attention my be reflected upon. ... Or something like that. Continue reading
In which I am inspired by a set of random thoughts to make another random set of thoughts, thus perpetuating the universe.
In which I sleepily examine how I came to be so tired, and what (inconclusively) keeps me up at night.
In which I channel my obsessiveness to string a few words together about the impact of a humble instrument. No, really.
In which I crack open my thinking about changing the fundamental form factor of my bullet journal, which leaves me both excited and worried.
In which I attempt to explain a weak notion about how I hope to get control over my media intake.
(BTW: an “overloaded constructor” is a term from object-oriented computer programming, in which you have multiple possible ways of creating an object. In this context, I’m thinking (of course) of the pun around how long it takes me to “construct” the background elements to my thinking, but also to the idea that there are multiple ways the same object — life — might be built, each with a different set of starting conditions, and that choice by the programmer comes down to what is best suited at that time, in much the same way I’m trying to approach another decade of living.)*
In which I admit to one of my human faults, and then realize the real one that it implies.
In which I am inspired to talk about food, but mostly about memories of other people talking about food.
In which I describe my minor obsession with saving time, which usually cost more (at least, initially).
In which I consider the many and varied facets of my human being, and whether any of them are real.
In which I struggle to tell you about an album I like, and then tell you about what I cannot seem to do.
In which I try to push myself to the positive with nudges and recognition of accomplishments, big and small.
In which I find a coincidence and decide to question the notion of timekeeping, as you do.
In which I try to find the other dimension of the universe, the one that lies between personal perception and collective wisdom.
In which I recall a varied amount of input, all of which leads to a confused and muddled output, but output nonetheless.
In which I take a few haltering steps into considering what modern AI might actually be able to do for me.
In which I confess to trying, for once, to be only slightly out of sync with everything — or at least one thing.
In which I feel a little bit alone, but wonder if I wouldn’t annoy anyone around me with what I have to talk about.
In which I reflect on the plethora of storytelling experiences I’ve had recently, and how they make me want to play with plays.
In which I wonder about my place in the universe, and a bit about the universe’s place in me.
In which I flounder around for a while, and then think about how that floundering is interesting.
In which I reflect on getting things set up for my D&D game, as well as views on what games are supposed to be, to me.
In which I consider which side of the world I might be on, or at least which side of the screen.
In which I tie everything together in my random-ish exploration of why I can’t tie everything together.
In which I look at the things I do and want to do, and try to figure out if I can do them for real.
In which I start to unravel the set of thoughts I have about learning and applying new processes to unravel my set of thoughts — and then organize them.
In which I reflect on dubious TV choices, and the consideration of how real and fake it might be.
In which I think a bit about story, a bit about my life, and a bit about the story of my life.
In which I find myself ranting about technological problems, but still feel pretty good about other things.
In which I consider the media I’ve consumed recently, and wonder why there isn’t as much depth as I might imagine, but I’m not sure if that’s wrong.
In which I reflect on experiences in making computers better, and how frustrating that can be.
In which I digest some of the creative wisdom I’ve heard in other domains, and describe how I’ve challenged myself to follow in big footsteps.
In which I return to my past for a while, and give it a little time to manifest memories.
In which I roll the thought balloon up a hill, and then race to keep up with it as it careens down the other side.
In which the parts of brain that remember computer science and the parts of my brain awakening to other parts of my brain get together and have a conversation that nearly goes nowhere, but ends up somewhere… else.
In which I get a glimpse at a universal set of transformations and truths while trying to figure out how to stay clothed properly.
In which I accept the rules I create for myself as necessary, except when they are not.
In which I contemplate the wonder of all information being at your fingertips, and not just because you can run your hands along the library shelves.
In which I begin to recognize the state I’m in, and that I need to take mental travel on a familiar route to change to another state (like California).
In which I am inspired by current thoughts to look back on the expression of thoughts from a long time ago.
In which I find a way to draw a metaphor between a minor but persistent annoyance and introspective, meta criticism…
In which I find myself talking about old ideas, and my hopes for them, after starting with new ideas.
In which I struggle to find any coherence at all, and at some point abandon the search.
In which I discuss the numb, head-smacking feeling you get when you plough directly into an unanticipated and unexpected emotional pylon.
In which I discuss yet another hobby that I take up each year, that of fostering edible life.
In which I consider different mediums, such as a specific genre of music, a place where such music might be heard, and words written on paper to accompany a card.
In which I unpack some of my thoughts around the intent, structure, possibility, flexibility and mutability of bullet journaling.
In which I find my wheels spinning, so I set them on some ground to till up, and the result is a lot of ground to cover…
In which I am addressing both the programmer and system administrator of my mental landscape. Continue reading
In which I am curious what an alien might ferblegerb about a Nozilian angumortic pyroxiameratype; also, where do words come from if you don’t think of them?
In which I reflect a little on the search for late night enlightenment and entertainment.
In which I rage against the effects of things I’ve long forgotten, and determine to change.
In which I may have found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was all right.
In which I sleepily recount my evening’s excitement, and the choice to actually have some.
In which I struggle to put together the pieces of perception into a puzzle, and end up only puzzled.
In which I wander into a solution for wandering on too long — at least in roleplaying games and possibly in writing.
In which I consider trying to put the world under a microscope, rather than a telescope. Continue reading
In which I listed to the breeze and remember the liminal space from which I have produced a particular music show.
In which I’m thinking a little about the tales we tell, the forms they take, and other forms we might try, especially in gaming.
In which I compare and contrast experiences with different OSs, and conclude that… Well, listen to find out.
In which I accept that I can skip things, that I can rearrange my life, and that sometimes you need to just stay in bed.
In which I try to pin down why I remember something differently, and whether the memory is more real.
In which I start with the denial of my own existence, and then end with the denial that the rest of the universe exists anyway. Or sort of.
In which I find my mind wandering back to a time when I started writing about something my mind was wandering back to…
In which I feel like looking back on my life, but find that today just wasn’t that interesting…
Today’s recording was the laziest style of recording, laying down on my side and speaking into the microphone of a webcam. Another experiment that is marginally successful, so I apologize for the sound quality.
In which I talk about admiring and examining the ideal, while my audio was anything but.
Apologies: the sound quality is… an experiment. Recorded with my phone sitting in the other seat quite some distance away, while driving.
In which I find myself struggling to find the time to complain about struggling to find the time.
In which I a) discuss my love of linearizing practices; b) get distracted by a general category of externalization, and c) consider what I’m doing with my life. (The last one may be silent.)
In which I conjure up the image of the place I go to in my mind, that sort of secret seller, a purveyor of possibly incomprehensible sound.
In which I extol the virtues of an unplanned day filled with the plots and tribulations of imaginary people.
In which I am trying to bridge two parts of my mental microcosm, to try to apply solutions from one into the other.
In which I struggle to express the certainty of the past, but the fundamental ability to change the future, at least in stories.
In which I finally have a coherent and disturbing thought about the mistakes being made about the World’s Oldest Roleplaying Game.
In which I am looking for the cause of the source of wisdom, and then questioning it to see what responses I might give it.
In which I try to process the odd news that I have lost someone I barely know any more but should have.
In which I spend an obsessive amount of time talking about one of my obsessive hobbies, and how I might obsess over another one or three of them.
In which I try to drum up an analogy for focus that I can use, and a reflection that I need to do with that focus.
In which I talk through some of my pseudo-criteria for liking (or not) Hallmarkian Christmas Romances.
In which I am trying to figure out how to play LEGOs again, and organize my entire life (or not!).
In which I am struggling to form the structure necessary to describe my considerations of how structures for describing things should be made…
In which I find just enough time to vent about planning, praise about a time travel movie, and … I think there’s a third thing.
In which we revisit the present, at the very point we end it.
Music used: “Egmont Overture” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)*
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/***
Thanks to Miss Melysse, the Bathtub Mermaid for providing the voice of Demeter in my Advent production this year! It was very important to me to have a wonderful voice that wasn’t mine, and she delivered incredibly well!
Sounds effects used for the production included numerous bits and bobs I had lying around from the Sound Ideas Podcasting Production Toolkit (2009!), as well as numerous things pulled and adapted from Freesound, including the following:
- Fireplace.wav – inchadney – https://freesound.org/people/inchadney/sounds/83986/
- USA, center (Missouri, Oklahoma, Colorado, Nebraska, Illinois) » Wind blowing and shaking a tree with loud gust of wind, birds singing, slight wind whistling on a cable and a car passing recorded in Tohono desert near San Miguel, Arizona – felix.blume – https://freesound.org/people/felix.blume/sounds/659885/
- Fireplace 3 hours – hansende – https://freesound.org/people/hansende/sounds/263994/
- Background Sounds » Fireplace.WAV – inchadney – https://freesound.org/people/inchadney/sounds/262450/
- Wind through gap above window.wav – soundslikewillem – https://freesound.org/people/soundslikewillem/sounds/462854/
- FX Envelope Open.wav – PeteBarry – https://freesound.org/people/PeteBarry/sounds/464854/
- Field Recordings » trees and wind feb 24 2018.wav – tim.kahn – https://freesound.org/people/tim.kahn/sounds/419334/
- Creaking » Plastic_Creak_01.wav – dheming – https://freesound.org/people/dheming/sounds/274977/
- Jenga Blocks Falling.wav – ksesoko – https://freesound.org/people/ksesoko/sounds/366538/
- Puff of Smoke – Natty23 – https://freesound.org/people/Natty23/sounds/257274/
- Poof/Puff – JustInvoke – https://freesound.org/people/JustInvoke/sounds/446124/
- Original Synth Generated » steam3.wav – bumpelsnake – https://freesound.org/people/bumpelsnake/sounds/456604/
- Designed Fire » Fire – Effects – Swooshes – Bursts, evolving – GregorQuendel – https://freesound.org/people/GregorQuendel/sounds/421879/
- Plasma Fire Swoosh.wav – GregorQuendel – https://freesound.org/people/GregorQuendel/sounds/611683/
- Swooshes.Whoosh.Swish » Fast Fire Flare Whoosh 1(6lrs).wav – newlocknew – https://freesound.org/people/newlocknew/sounds/614724/
- Power Down 2.wav – duckduckpony – https://freesound.org/people/duckduckpony/sounds/130888/
- Power Down.wav – duckduckpony – https://freesound.org/people/duckduckpony/sounds/130887/
- Sci-Fi and Action » engine_spin_up.flac – primeval_polypod – https://freesound.org/people/primeval_polypod/sounds/161002/
- Spaceship whoosh 1 – steshystesh – https://freesound.org/people/steshystesh/sounds/336740/
- Diablo Wrath – Weapon » Axe Throwing.wav – SoundFlakes – https://freesound.org/people/SoundFlakes/sounds/492224/
- George Sounds » Horse Galloping.wav – Jordishaw – https://freesound.org/people/Jordishaw/sounds/490751/
- George OWI » Horse Galloping..wav – Jordishaw – https://freesound.org/people/Jordishaw/sounds/490808/
- Walking On Snow.wav – rivernile7 – https://freesound.org/people/rivernile7/sounds/274945/
- Pack – Footsteps » Footsteps_Walk.wav – Nox_Sound – https://freesound.org/people/Nox_Sound/sounds/490951/
- Bleating goats – seenms – https://freesound.org/people/seenms/sounds/427814/
- Eläimet Kotieläimet Animals » Hevonen syö ruohoa / Horse eating grass in the barnyard, crunching, a close sound, exterior – YleArkisto – https://freesound.org/people/YleArkisto/sounds/328056/
- Knocking on the door with a fist.wav – tosha73 – https://freesound.org/people/tosha73/sounds/538502/
- Banging a table – pfranzen – https://freesound.org/people/pfranzen/sounds/583793/
- Synth_Wind » f_Synth_Wind_Whoosh_5.wav – cyclonek – https://freesound.org/people/cyclonek/sounds/529412/
- Bangs and Booms » Swoosh – bareform – https://freesound.org/people/bareform/sounds/218719/
- Airplane, Boeing, Flyby, Right to Left, A.wav – InspectorJ – https://freesound.org/people/InspectorJ/sounds/428086/
- “Egmont Overture” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ - Page Fluttering; Strong Wind.wav – Rslebs – https://freesound.org/people/Rslebs/sounds/661838/
- Drones,Atmospheres,Textures » Mystical Cavern – OneiroidState – https://freesound.org/people/OneiroidState/sounds/192566/
- Ambiences » Roomtone Hospital, A – Moulaythami – https://freesound.org/people/Moulaythami/sounds/543953/
- Canadian horses » Canadian Horses Breathing.wav – vero.marengere – https://freesound.org/people/vero.marengere/sounds/450384/
- Nature » Roaring deer in mating season – jorickhoofd – https://freesound.org/people/jorickhoofd/sounds/169543/
- Bench Creak 2.wav – tbhicba – https://freesound.org/people/tbhicba/sounds/148335/
In which I muse briefly about a collective notion of people based on our growing exploration of the individual.
In which I vacillate between wanting to analyze my current predicament, push through and ignore my sickness, and just give in and complain about my cold.
In which I finally start taking the notion of “slowing down and relaxing” seriously — because I might have to.
In which I decided to take a break from the writing and editing to just give a rundown of the scores of the Hallmarkian Christmas movies I’ve watched so far this year. Yes, just the scores, except for a few. I’m tired, ok?
In which I break character and provide a little insight into what the heck I’m doing, as a break from actually doing it..
In which I look to acknowledge resets in my routines, and seek them out to find a new routine.
In which I try to pinpoint exactly why I absolutely need two screens when I’m working on my computers.
In which I reflect a little on being told — both by myself and others — that I should probably plan a few things out.
In which I lament the difficulty in not doing anything, and wonder if that’s even the best solution (by comparing it to when it worked).
In which I try to figure out what stage of vacation I’m at, and decide that it must be denial…
In which I consider a little around the edges of what joy might be, and reaffirm my joy of cooking. Continue reading →
In which I discuss being motivated to cook for friends, and the meta-breaking movie The Incantation. Continue reading →
In which I discuss the movie In Merry Measure, although it doesn't quite measure up. Continue reading →
In which I'm trying to hold on a fleeting glimpse of epiphany or wisdom. Continue reading →
In which I grasp at the edges of epiphany, not in fact and figures and deeds and truths, but in emotions. Continue reading →
In which I look toward an external television show for a process of externally examining my internals. Continue reading →
In which I discuss a little bit of two Hallmark movies: Jolly Good Christmas and The Royal Nanny. Continue reading →
In which I discover an unexpected local connection in a television mini-movie, and an unexpected connection to clothing. Continue reading →
In which I wonder what the perfect use for an empty bottle is... and Christmas. Continue reading →
In which I relate the experience of watching the movie, and the roleplaying opportunity it crystalized for me. Continue reading →
In which I kick off this year's seasonal romance movie watching with a little too much spirit energy. Continue reading →
In which I realize that I can (or at least should) do something to help my future self, when it looks back at me now. Continue reading →
In which I struggle not to see myself, or to think of anything else. Continue reading →
In which I face a baffling problem that just makes me remember I don't have to fix everything. Continue reading →
In which I try to make sense of, vent and ultimate confront the varied and generally negative reactions to some episodes of Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities. Continue reading →
In which I look for the fork in the movie and think about how to take it. Continue reading →
In which I struggle with trying to get a handle on planning for my next RPG session. Continue reading →
In which I flail and curse as I sink into a morass of spectacular and ill-organized data. Continue reading →
In which I admit that life never works out the way you think it will, unless you are writing a story in which it might. Continue reading →
In which drying dishes leads to revelations and insight (hopefully). Continue reading →
In which I try to work out how often the numbers at the end of my podcast line up with the date. Continue reading →
In which I am impressed and unimpressed about predicting the future in writing. Continue reading →
In which I groggily attempt to speak a few coherent words about marginally coherent movies. Continue reading →
In which I open the window to some memories, and note the passage of time. Continue reading →
In which I explore trying to be dedicated to a hobby, and wanting to go beyond the physical activity to the metaphysical. Continue reading →
In which I profess my desire to be better at cooking, and my satisfaction with what I can already do. (And give away at least two good ideas.) Continue reading →
In which I look deep into the little, and the world explodes. (In a good way.) Continue reading →
In which I spew forth a lot of words about collections of words in imaginative form. Continue reading →
In which I found myself out of energy, so I absorbed some cinematic power. Continue reading →
In which I reflect on a lot of other people reflecting on someone else's life, and thus see an familiar unfamiliar pattern. Continue reading →
In which I wax nostalgic about the many things I haven't watched yet, and the few that I have. Continue reading →
In which I'm not sure what I'm doing, or that I'm actually doing it. Continue reading →
In which I am delightfully distracted by an open window and a few open memories. Continue reading →
In which I exalt at the chilling tales told in dark hills and darker podcasts. Continue reading →
In which I find myself thinking and chatting about some aspects of my bullet journal. Continue reading →
In which I search for a moment of pause, and dwell on what it evokes. Continue reading →
In which it takes me a long time to weave together a few thoughts, but the shape might be reusable... Continue reading →
In which I delight in the ability to apply beard-grooming to solving a work problem. Continue reading →
In which I am amused and delighted by the constant transformation offered by the "peanut-butter-in-my-chocolate" convergence of all forms of technology, and the plug-and-play nature which enables non-technical people mastery over technologies. Continue reading →
In which I consider what I get out of shows like Skinwalker Ranch, and what I put in to my writing and gaming. Continue reading →
In which I discuss some of the elements of capturing thoughts I've tried, and where it didn't work. Continue reading →
In which I try to find the asymptotic existence of life between internal and external boundaries, both real, imagined and projected... Continue reading →
In which I talk a bit about my impression and experience of watching the movie Stalker (1979). Continue reading →
In which I continue to celebrate the countdown to Halloween with a few old favourites and a few new ones. Continue reading →
In which I begin the celebration of the spooky season by considering what I really fear... Continue reading →
In which I am searching for a salesman's route through my busy cobweb of mental streets... Continue reading →
In which I find myself gently floating on a swiftly-moving waterway toward delightful mental interactions... Continue reading →
In which I am slowly ending a calming day, having taken apart some notions and boxes. Continue reading →
In which I find myself talking about being the performance, and then musing about how I can give at least part of that performance away. Continue reading →
In which I reflect a tiny amount on the convention experience as a GM. Continue reading →
In which I talk a little about the last-minute preparations I'm doing one of my convention games. Continue reading →
In which I muse about how to make all the universal element line up in my mind. Continue reading →
In which I come to appreciate more the stress-killing effect of sitting in front of the box of lights. Continue reading →
In which I sleepily wonder at whether getting away from everything and grabbing some old-fashioned paper to work on is the best way. Continue reading →
In which I admit to doing research, although how the run-up to Halloween Wars counts, I'm not sure I can justify... Continue reading →
In which I find a parallel in a peculiar place, and try to understand how it might be useful. Continue reading →
In which I feel I need to take apart the feelings of an earlier moment -- both mine, and what I imagine someone else's to be. Continue reading →
In which I am excited about something at the wrong time, and have a hard time generating excitement at the right time. Continue reading →
In which I only slightly unabashedly celebrate watching TV (a little). Continue reading →
In which I am searching around for the thing which will match my mode, and settle on... a lot of things... all at once... Continue reading →
In which I discuss some of the physical prep I'm doing for Brindlewood Bay. Continue reading →
In which I feel the techlust, and then spend time trying to justify it. Continue reading →
In which I feel my own circling thoughts are mirrored in my observations of the periodic re-creation of everything artistic (or something)... Continue reading →
In which I try to remain coherent about the fact that I'm feeling a draw to be incoherent (and unconscious) for a while. Continue reading →
In which I find myself talking about snapshots of normal media, and how they feel different throughout time. Continue reading →
In which I consider if you've never heard any of this before, what are you hearing? Continue reading →
In which I talk a bit abstractly about the difficulties of memory, conceptual gaming and something I've forgotten. Continue reading →
In which I reflect on the internal conflict and contradiction of my relationship with introversion and extroversion. Continue reading →
In which I spill some of the beans (from my short supply) about the thinking I did today about my upcoming Unravel game -- but first, tell you all the things I did instead of doing that. Continue reading →
In which I try to put together a few thoughts about having done the Dog Days again -- but in a different way. Continue reading →
In which I take an opportunity to specifically speak to all the participants, one by one. Continue reading →
In which the loss (and missing) of something inspires a new version of it, even better. Continue reading →
In which the universe is changed not by explosions, but tremendous forces of personality. Continue reading →
In which we are late getting started talking about the problem of how to be punctual across large distances. Continue reading →
In which I look a little behind-the-scenes of how things have been made for my DDOP, and share my delight when coincidence turns into serendipity. Continue reading →
In which we are all connected by a third party who we didn't think was that intimate. Continue reading →
In which a very particular region which inspired so many is discussed. Continue reading →
In which we examine the near history of the past to determine what the future might hold, or might have held for others. Continue reading →
In which we explore as little as possible of the worst time in the world, y'all. Continue reading →
In which I take a little break from the daily writing to just talk about the daily writing, and how everything of DDOP inspires it. Continue reading →
In which I take a little break from the daily writing to just talk about the daily writing, and how everything of DDOP inspires it. Continue reading →
In which we explore a quantum element of history, wondering if something is barely known to exist, can we really care about it all that much? Continue reading →
In which we recount the tale of an overgreedy baron and his subjects. Continue reading →
In which I present an article of irrefutable and likely unprovable historical technology. Continue reading →
In which we look back on the shortest period of times in history that spanned a long era. Continue reading →
In which I gathering more than one event together, to demonstrate that I'm probably going to leave something else out, even if it's really important. Continue reading →
In which someone suggests we stay grounded, even when there is no grounds to stand on. Continue reading →
In which I find time to not take the time to do something that has become the current normal to do something which was the current normal: talk about what I'm doing now. Continue reading →
In which we celebrate another pivotal person in (future) history, whether they meant to be or not. Continue reading →
In which we learn of the de facto passing of the torch from the Bowling Bones to The Elastic Band band, and the controversial thing that bound them together. Continue reading →
In which I relate the very serious consequences of Dr. Salad Waldorf. Continue reading →
In which we launch the new series with a significant achievement yet to occur. Continue reading →
In which I reflect on the organization of my mind and my thoughts... and spill what this year's Dog Days of Podcasting experiment for me is going to be. Continue reading →
In which I describe the theatre I've gone to tonight, and the theatre of organization I'm heading into... Continue reading →
In which I examine some leftover feelings and reactions to a roleplaying game session, and try to decide if I want to serve them up refried or dive into them cold. Continue reading →
In which I toss around the old pigskin of language, determined to make it harder each time for the me on the receiving end to catch and hold onto the ball, but also secretly crave the daring-do with which the lobs are being made. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the paths already paved, so that I can figure out where to step when there is no path. Continue reading →
In which I mentally jam my finger into a door frame and marvel at the result. Continue reading →
In which I am troubled by the unknown, particularly the ones I need to invent. Continue reading →
In which I argue that nothing is actually normal, at least not when compared to anything else. Continue reading →
In which I look back on two recent media consumptions: the album Le Retour Du Anninaki by Anhidema and the movie Chaos Walking, featuring Daisy Ridley, Tom Holland and Mads Mikkelson. Continue reading →
In which I grasp at thin threads of storytelling reflection and try to weave a coherent goal or hope or desire out of it all. Continue reading →
In which I end up thinking about the post-present, when I really wanted to think about the pre-future... Continue reading →
In which I seek answers, and am trying to come to terms with vague response. Continue reading →
In which I am slightly concerned about the inefficiencies in dealing with the weak distribution of energetic Things. Continue reading →
In which I start to think back, think up, think around and eventually think through. Continue reading →
In which I reflect on the universe as it is, and how that might differ from what we see. Continue reading →
In which I am happy in the aftermath of getting a generous helping of bite-sized storytelling that reminds me of the youth I never was, but always wished to be. Continue reading →
In which I contemplate why I at least feel like I nearly accomplish a lot of things.... Continue reading →
In which I wonder: is it better to get what you want, or want what you get? Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the rewatching of the first of three movies for Horror Night. Continue reading →
In which I search for a common thread behind my love of certain attractions. Continue reading →
In which I consider two different ideas that are probably not interrelated, until they inevitably are... Continue reading →
In which I muse and reflect on what these kinds of stories hold for me, and whether I really want it. Continue reading →
In which I try to bolster my self-image by considering how bad I am at bolstering my self image. Continue reading →
In which I attempt to plan to "have enough time to make it shorter". Continue reading →
In which I talk about the wall that seems to be put up between me and making walls. Continue reading →
In which I vent a little frustration at finding it difficult to unwrap the shiny foil of format and structure and comprehension from the tasty chocolatey nuggets of fantastic gazetteer. Continue reading →
In which I muse a little about the process of playing games, and leaving paces for interaction. Continue reading →
In which I turn my attention away from the complexities of real-world problems to the complications of keeping people entertained. Continue reading →
In which I find a quiet voice for loud frustrations, say little but try to mean it. Continue reading →
In which I feel weighted down by the forward motion of relentless time, and wish only for a guide book. Continue reading →
In which I talk about tonight's Horror Night selection, The Unnamable (1998). Continue reading →
In which I am unsure how much I am missing, and how much I should seek. Continue reading →
In which I find my life a little boxed in, and look for other boxes which I can open. Continue reading →
In which I think about a very small thing that will be completely mystifying to some of my characters. Continue reading →
In which I try to thing about what I'm hearing, and what I want to listen to. Continue reading →
In which I draw circles around the routines I have, and question if the Venn diagrams overlap. Continue reading →
In which I am distracted by everything, but at least finished something, and it was good. Continue reading →
In which I combine ideas from two of my side passions to construct an awareness and an acceptance. Continue reading →
In which I contrast the TV shows I've watched recently, to pick out some of the things I'm apparently looking for. Continue reading →
In which I revel in the self-pluralism and the alternative to "just cooking". Continue reading →
In which I realize that I need to return to my roots... or maybe just my steady grounds... Continue reading →
In which I find myself uncertain about the suddenly fuzzy borders of spatial existence. Continue reading →
In which I list my achievements at the end of the day being mostly passive. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the change, the finishing, and the growth of possibilities before me. Continue reading →
In which I discuss the conscious appreciation of subconscious processes. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate a walk, and consider why I'm thrilled to be binging, and excited to be nearly done. Continue reading →
In which I consider a little the reflections that come after existence. Continue reading →
In which I find a trio of unexpected ends to deal with, and reflect on dealing with them (or not). Continue reading →
In which I return to a familiar place to revel in the unfamiliarity of it. Continue reading →
In which I feel like I move forward only when someone stands in my way. Continue reading →
In which I apologize for losing a day on my calendar, but express gratitude at the people I'm encountering. Continue reading →
In which I realize that it may not matter where you lay your head, when you spend most of your day outside of it. Continue reading →
In which I sleepily complain about the lack of smoothly working facilities. Continue reading →
In which I consider my life's opportunities, through the medium of ridiculously spicy sauces. Continue reading →
In which I find myself exploring a single idea, but with multiple possible branches of interest. Continue reading →
In which I ride the crest of high BPMs to try to self-argue for long-term, glacial change. Continue reading →
In which I try hard not to talk about that show I'm binging, and instead a little about the idea of binging, and a failure to experience real life. Continue reading →
In which I muse about why temporal proximity has given rise to collective identity. Continue reading →
In which I try to distinguish between things I remember, and things that I wish I remembered. Continue reading →
In which I start to question everything, but don't really have the energy to start getting at any answers. Continue reading →
In which I wonder what it is I am looking for so desperately in fiction. Continue reading →
In which I share observations that are probably obvious to everyone else, but seem like things I don't know if anyone else knows. Continue reading →
In which I find myself slowly oscillating between music that provokes memory, and the weak reminiscences of soccer playoffs. Continue reading →
In which I try a little demonstration of inevitability by proving that everything I said was scripted, except the spontaneously generated parts. Continue reading →
In which I relate the appreciation for making empty the feelings and rooms I have been in. Continue reading →
In which I consider questions of relative volume in human psyche and activities. Continue reading →
In which I am concerned by my inability to not be concerned, by the difficulty in being in a state of joyous recovery. Continue reading →
In which I ponder the broken sounds of some of my favourite artists. Continue reading →
In which I wake up to see the day, just as I'm descending into moments of sleepiness. Continue reading →
In which I revel in the fact that I have blank spaces, and then wonder what they are for. Continue reading →
In which I cast my thoughts to future crops, plant planning and reaping meagre rewards. Continue reading →
In which I muse a little on the background that says so much, usually without any words. Continue reading →
In which I feel out the perspectives of how I get things done without seemingly getting things done. Continue reading →
In which I spend a lot of words and time talking about spending time over a lot of words in order to make sense of the stories I want to tell. Continue reading →
In which I attempt to make a point, or at least find the box where I kept them, as my brain decides to try to examine all boxes at once, zooming out too much and making everything blurry. Continue reading →
In which I try to ignore the throbbing leg and think instead about the delightful melancholy of music and art that was a fleeting joy. Continue reading →
In which I bounce back and forth between trying to think about things, and trying to experience them. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate finally moving furniture around, and finding a new, stable, local maxima of efficiency. Continue reading →
In which I have a box full of parts of different ideas, and I'm starting to think they go together in ways I didn't expect. Continue reading →
In which I try to find out what images are conjured by my brain, when stimulus is underwhelming. Continue reading →
In which I consider what I've done, what I'm likely to do, and how I have difficulty reconsidering either (but probably need to, regularly). Continue reading →
In which I set my sights on the sky, and my thoughts on the many things we program on earth. Continue reading →
In which I think about creating brand new, retroactively inspired, futuristically nostalgic present-day past experiences. Continue reading →
In which I struggle to find the energy to talk about something I have only begun to grow: plants. Continue reading →
In which I struggle to not think of new things, and thus think about the things I once thought about, or at least how those things might be remembered. Continue reading →
In which I try to find out what's so funny, but end up finding out that everything is kinda funny, when you look at it; or nothing is. Continue reading →
In which I try to grasp at the drifting thoughts, but they are but smoke, and my hand draws back only wonder. Continue reading →
In which I react in awe in wonder at the first half of the Q2 fan edit of David Lynch's classic Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. Continue reading →
In which I gingerly attempt to open a rather large and squirmy can of worms, only to barely crack a corner and wonder at what's inside: time, but not as we know it. Continue reading →
In which I focus entirely on me, myself and everyone else I might become. Continue reading →
In which I find myself thinking about how to be on the forefront of response, rather than experience. Continue reading →
In which I broadly consider language and expression, and realize that other sensory modes are also language... Continue reading →
In which I am struggling to bring together coherent thoughts, so I grab a few nearby thoughts and tie them together forcefully (and loosely). Continue reading →
In which I feel the need to do something tangible in the world, just really unsure what. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate finding out I was already done, and recognizing that fact. Continue reading →
In which I am so off-balance, I can't even seem to get a good head of steam for a charged idea. Continue reading →
In which I try to set my future self up for work, so that my far future self will be pleased. Continue reading →
In which I try to consider the power of repeating what others have done, but in your own way. Continue reading →
In which I muse about the fun and frustration and limits and joy of roleplaying games. Continue reading →
In which I look upon my day with disdain, for it seems like no day at all, aside from what is missing. Continue reading →
In which I make a minor commitment to (once again) delve into the world of music, to see if I can understand it enough to generate my own. Continue reading →
In which I imagine another path, one that I've perhaps been on along. Continue reading →
In which I make a grand journey through the idea of automating things, via manual processes I do all the time.. Continue reading →
In which I talk about the difficulties of getting people talking, even when everyone wants to; also, my war with iTunes gets a new tactic, and it's ugly (but might work... enough). Continue reading →
In which I simultaneous enjoy and complain about writing more words. Continue reading →
In which I reflect a little on how this living, breathing people inhabit my brain and my creations, and how they seem to have a whole backstory attached from nowhere. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate local theatre put on by someone authentically someone else, with all their gut. Continue reading →
In which I try to make sense of my tired brain by importing the stories from less tired people. Continue reading →
In which I consider my energy levels and interrelations with other people -- or lack thereof. Continue reading →
In which I find more ways to same thing, which is the essence of storytelling (or something). Continue reading →
In which I exalt the tiniest of things that makes all the difference. Continue reading →
In which I find myself wandering amongst my thoughts, until I settle upon a bootleg concert from 1996 from an artist I never really listened to. Continue reading →
In which I puzzle over how to evaluate emotional responses, and consider spreadsheets a more natural achievement. Continue reading →
In which I finally realize I can eat the elephant, and maybe even have no last-stage planning. Continue reading →
In which I find myself not crying over a broken vessel, but not not crying about it, either.
In which I dissect those niggling aspects in the corner of my mind about recent experiences, and try to figure out if its a thread to pull or an impulse to divert.
In which I am happy about my utility of time, and am starting to make plans to create more things based on it.
In which I gush about the complicated nature of roleplaying games, and admit that I probably make it harder with interest.
In which I stare at things like shampoo instructions and wonder how the universe is going to (not) end, because it will just Rinse and Repeat forever.
In which I think back a bit on the lack of televised anything and momentary game distraction disparity that I subjected myself to for a week.
In which I spend a lot of time thinking about my supper, and what it means for the greater world of humanity. And tomorrow.
In which I start to imagine repeated patterns upon patterns upon fractals, but then try to put all that into a pattern for storage until later.
In which I talk a lot about doing what someone else has done before, only different, as well as the bounce between beginning and stabilizing.
In which I admit to cheating a little, but with cause (if not a good one). Continue reading →
In which I have suffered the slings and arrows of low-level attentive activity without secondary stimulation, and it was hard. Very hard. Continue reading →
In which I declare a small measure of pause in my overwhelming world, partially to see if I can. Continue reading →
In which I question my sanity through the list of reality or competition television shows I watch, and wonder at why I feel that connection. (But don't expect conclusions yet...) Continue reading →
In which I find myself gently adrift in memory and observing cycles of world conflict from the unknowing, distant perspective of my internal, eternal youth. Continue reading →
In which I bathe in the afterglow of finally getting words written... Continue reading →
In which I muse a little about the desire to create things, and consider it perhaps the most amazing thing I should be doing with my spare time. Continue reading →
In which I see a common throughline of story in my activities, and tug on it for all my tired brain can manage. Continue reading →
In which I bask a little the penultimate pages of my current read, and consider that I am that I am, and that's ok, just as it's ok to want to change. Continue reading →
In which I consider the experience of a story from a second-hand perspective, and how that sheds light or reinterprets it. Continue reading →
In which I consider the delightful surprise a sudden power outage can be. Continue reading →
In which I consider different types of role models that I might want to learn from. Continue reading →
In which I start to question what I enjoy, and why, in order to boot it from my life. Continue reading →
In which I wonder about being blinded by the billions of little lights, and unable to see the really important, steady ones. Continue reading →
In which I start to notice the smearing red-shift of an accelerating mind, and consider how best to make a Heisenburg Uncertainty Compensator... Continue reading →
In which I try to dissect goal-setting language to make it more concrete in my mind. Continue reading →
In which I muse a little about the future, or rather, I muse a little about musing about the future. Continue reading →
In which I shamefacedly admit that I spent money on something that was free, because I wanted to play it more. Continue reading →
In which I virtually explore visions of cyberspace I recall, and conclude that I'd really like the opportunity to make it strange and weird. Continue reading →
In which I discuss the possibility of trying to share a little corner of the world. Continue reading →
In which I try to talk about stories and virtual reality, but realize that the power has gone out. Continue reading →
In which I consider the roots of my hoarding, er... desire to reuse, recycle if not reduce. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate audio drama incoherently, finally admitting that I want you to listen to Fortune of Wolves by local playwright Ryan Griffith..
In which I am frustrated with finding a lack of momentum, but fascinated with an imaginary house.
In which I find it hard to settle upon any given topic, floating down on whatever shape I find and trying to elaborate on it, but only succeed in producing soft edges…
In which I attempt to say things so that they sound, in retrospect, like they could have been right…
In which I inevitably turn to aliens as my example.
Today’s Question: If language influences how we perceive color, what other things could languages be changing our perception of?
Questions are drawn from Conversation Starters World‘s list of Philosophical Questions. But don’t peek! Try to guess the question from the context, or let it be revealed as the plot unfolds..
In which I look at the world as a whole lot of numbers, facts and figures, and celebrate capturing as much as possible and making sense of it.
In which I rant and rave about email, which I probably should have learned to manage by now…
In which I take a mental stroll through the idea of taking a mental stroll. Continue reading →
In which I feel the need to reach outside of myself and my space to find the things I need to import mentally, or by proxy. Continue reading →
In which I celebrate the joy and challenge of taking other people's words and trying to make them better, in my own way. Continue reading →
In which I try to dissect the process of cooking as a focus practice. Continue reading →
In which I confuse a bit of stoic philosophy with an element of the uncertainty I'm feeling about what I'm doing and conclude that it's a good thing I'm off-kilter, or something along those lines.. Continue reading →
In which I try to comprehend the mystery of where time goes, through the perspective that I can't seem to keep focus time accurately in view. Continue reading →
In which I reflect a little on things I don't know, things I know, and how I get from the first state to the second. Continue reading →
In which I combine reflections on music, work and reality TV to look for lessons to construct my life with. Continue reading →
In which I try to take stock of the limits of existence, especially when looked at through the narrow lens of a few lines on Wikipedia. Continue reading →
In which I find myself figuring out how to carved backward symbols out of dollar-store rubber erasers. Continue reading →
In which I talk about the depression I'm feeling, both in terms of being frustrated and bewildered with it, and in terms of the perpendicular nature of information. Continue reading →
In which I, on a number-pattern day, gush about playing around with spreadsheets. Continue reading →
In which I (tiredly) celebrate another game session that went as planned, by just letting it happen. Continue reading →
In which I recap the day, by which I mean I despair at having done all the things I didn't mean to do, and didn't write anything down about it. Continue reading →
In which I start to see a fractal pattern of division, and wonder if it an actual fundamental condition or a perception to be overcome. Continue reading →
In which I wonder if you can love something more unconditionally or without any scent of shame from aging if you never lived it. Continue reading →
In which I play at disassembling the universe and reassembling it into a new thing entirely. Continue reading →
In which I am trying to organize my thoughts and actions, so that I can get more actions than thoughts. Continue reading →
In which I am happy with a book I just read, and curious about what anybody actually does for work. Continue reading →
In which I try to find fundamental similarities between shelf organization, cooking and everything else. Continue reading →
In which I pick up the pieces of my scattered attention and turn them in the light until the holograms line up, if imperfectly... Continue reading →
In which I find myself struggling between the big pictures and the little details. Continue reading →
In which I start to blame TV for not focusing, and then get diverted into seasonal practical decoration... Continue reading →
In which I consider the sense of proper reality, as defined by the places we make for ourselves. Continue reading →
In which I feel like I can peel away the dried-up paint on the layers of everyday existence, and just about peer to the original colour of the world beneath. Continue reading →
In which I try to find the things I'm learning from things that aren't for learning. Continue reading →
In which I try to express the complexity of still loving the Harry Potter universe, and frustration with the simplification around complex issues. Continue reading →
In which I believe a tipping point has been reached, and I leapt off the edge. Continue reading →
In which I struggle to find meaning in words, so start to try to look at words that have gained new or common meaning. It doesn't really go anywhere, I'm afraid. Continue reading →
In which I contemplate the last days of the year by looking at the first days of new socks. Continue reading →
In which I end up finding more deeper analyses of Hallmarkian-Christmas movies to defend, and then eventually talk about Sister Swap: A Hometown Holiday and Sister Swap: Christmas in the City. Continue reading →
In which I Reset, Rewind, Relax, Refresh, Remodel, Renew Return, Rearrange, Retreat, Read, Reflect. Continue reading →
In which I consider the small changes that have big impacts, and try to figure out what mine might be. Continue reading →
In which I pick a part of Scrooge that speaks to me in this particular moment -- and it's not the ones everyone thinks about. Continue reading →
In which I find a few random connections to talk about the in-between of the disconnected parts of being human. Continue reading →
In which I find myself without anyone around, just when I think I needed to know there were other people in the world. Continue reading →