How you can start to RP in an RPG like a pro — Roleplaying is an active part of Dungeons & Dragons. You’re telling a group story in which every character is the hero (or villain) and using a full box of crayons to color in the details makes the game better and more enjoyable for everyone. But you might feel a bit…

CHAPTER ONE “He’s good for nothing.” “No one is good for nothing. Everyone is good for something.” The man’s tone was dull and worldweary, but he had a point. Everyone is good for something. Cleaning privies is something, isn’t it? And someone has to do that, and they don’t even…

The rise of Donald Drumpf and the fall of the Redumlican Party — CAST Donald Drumpf: Short-fingered Vulgarian Reince Priebus: Chairman of the Redumlican Party Dr. Ben Carson: Somnambulant neurosurgeon Ted Cruz: Demonspawn Marco Rubio: Florida Man Jeb! Bush: Almost famous Carly Fiorina: Fetus-obsessed businesswoman Mike Huckabee: H-E-double-hockeysticks Chris Christie: The other white meat John Kasich: The Lost Man

Marketing for Smart People — The word, and term, “marketing” gets a bad rap. Not “Bakersfield”-level bad, but I am speaking from the position of having had both those terms spoken at me (at different times) with an accompanying sneer so I feel a bit justified comparing them. I believe that when people sneer at…

Conversations with myself. — “You’re not really going to do this, are you?” “Do what?” “A listicle.” “Listicles are very popular! And they’re easy to do — a fuck-ton easier than trying to be actually creative or interesting or entertaining. And people always click on them for some god damned reason and then argue…

Conversations with myself. — “What is it you do for a living?” “Me?” “Who else have I been talking to for the past month?” “My official title is User Experience and Interaction Lead.” “Right. But what the fuck does that mean?” “I’ve an inkling that they made it up in lieu of paying me…

Conversations with myself. — “What are you afraid of?” “Everything.” “Not everything, surely. Little fluffy bunnies?” “I would probably want to make sure they don’t belong to someone who objects to me handling them. I’m not very trustworthy.” “Dust?” “Dust is made of dead people.” “Air?” “Did you know that they can aerosolize anthrax…

Conversations with myself. — “You’re a fat guy.” “I am a fat man. I think that’s undeniable.” “How much do you weigh?” “I don’t weigh myself. I just look in the mirror when I get out of the shower and one cannot help but note the extra padding everywhere, and a general lack of…

Conversations with myself. — “You’ve been in therapy twice.” “Right.” “Once when you were trying to overcome some….” “Sexual hang-ups. Right.” “And a second time when….” “I was contemplating killing myself. Right.” “And both times were successful.” “Well, I’m alive and I’ve had some sex, so I guess they could be considered at least…