The Casket Creatures, a horror punk band located here in Atlanta, is just about to release their latest album “Return To Wolfton,” and I was graciously given the opportunity to hear it before it hits the streets. So check out my review below.

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Today is the 12th anniversary of my Steam account. Thanks for the good time Valve!

Ouch.

Speaking of mailing lists, if you’re a member of mine, you would’ve gotten the exclusive first look at the new page here on my website. However, it’s now been made public, so feel free to come check out my latest portfolio. Feast your eyes on my special effects makeup gallery. Just don’t… feast on eyes, because that’s weird and gross.

From birth forward I was surrounded by my father’s love of all things fantasy and sci-fi. Raised around stacks of OMNI, Analog Science Fiction and Fact, and even Heavy Metal (Metal Hurlant if you want to be a purist about it), I had always known a world full of strange aliens, alternate dimensions, and a fiction that vibrated with imagination. No matter how fantastical the worlds, no matter how magical the science, one thing always remained. Heart. Speculative fiction wasn’t just about techno-fetish or about word count, it was about the human condition. Conflict, growth, and victory. Always vesselled in wonder, but at its core it was us. No matter the time, no matter the distance, it was always about us. Which is the reason why sci-fi and fantasy has always been popular, and how it has continued to grow over our history. Shockingly, in some cosmic accident, I am now a part of shaping that history. Now I find myself back into it, this time from the other side of the desk.

This week I was awarded the title of “Editor-in-Chief” for the publication Beyond Fantasy. Blessed with the chance, and honoured by the opportunity. I am intimidated by the footsteps of those who came before me, and I do love a challenge.

As a child I had always dreamed about the future. Now the future is here, and now I am an adult. Suddenly it’s my turn to do the same thing for the next generation. As I was inspired, now I get to inspire. I get to pay it back, by paying it forward. It’s a big beautiful universe out there, and now I get to play tour guide. Hundreds of writers, artists, and designers have filled my tiny little mammal brain with such grand and amazing visions. The head is a garden, and we’re ready to harvest. I am thankful for all who came before me, I sincerely hope I can keep up. I have a legacy to maintain.

The dream has come true; time to make new dreams.

After 5 years of blogging on my own website*, I recently lost my database. There is no recovering. I lost everything. The custom design, the apps and widgets, and all of my pages and my galleries. A few hundred hours and years of contributions are now lost forever. Pretty catastrophic. But then again, that sort of thing never stops me.

Currently re-building from zero. I’ll post as it happens, sign up for the feed if you’d like to keep track.

Thanks, love you all.

*I’ve still got over 15 years of online journaling going on, but it’s not the same. /sadface