It's the day after Christmas--or should that be the Day After Christmas--and while I write to you again from Carson City, things are a little different this time around. For one thing, the relatives with whom I am staying have a new computer and DSL, so no more dial-up and ergo-moronic keyboard to contend with. For another, they appear to have done ( Read more... )

I have plenty of important things to post about, I'm sure. Here's what I feel like posting about at the moment ( Read more... )

Hello, Livejournal! I loves me some lurking. "What have you been up to?" you may ask. Well, dear readers, beloved friends, and hated foes, I shall endeavor to inform you ( Read more... )

PAX happened. Whoosh. XAP XAP XAP, baby. This year? Not quite as amazing, perhaps, as last year. Maybe I was just too tired to be amazed. I double-shifted all three days, you see. This isn't saying a whole lot compared to Abby, who runs the best-named satellite theater, or James, who was Deputy Satellite Theater Manager. But I worked. Also, I got ( Read more... )

On the way home from picking up my older brother Bryan from the airport today, he mentioned that alcoholism runs in the family.

Fuck me.

This is one of my worst fears coming to life.

So here's a friendly reminder concerning one Mr. Orson Scott Card ( Read more... )

I Love L.A. #2

The Edison.

I Love L.A. #1

Doing eighty over the Sepulveda pass, southbound, in the wee hours, with the music up too damn loud.

I'm on Twitter now. Username: entonfire. Now we shall see if my Livejournal presence increases or diminishes as a result.

Last weekend was a blast. There was a party. There was Brawl. There was Rock Band. I wish we could do that more often.

Last Friday, I dropped by the Privateer Press offices and delivered my application and submission for the game design job. Please cross your fingers for me. More than anything in this world, I could really use this.