Whenever I post pictures of me and my favorite human on a date, someone has to be a dick with bad faith sealioning about our masks. There is no point engaging with these chuds, because all they want to do is waste my time and/or drag me and anyone else they can into an argument. (At some point, I began telling people, “What you’re trying...
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At the beginning of summer, as I was nearing the end of The Witcher: The Wild Hunt, I asked the Internet for a game recommendation that would tick some very specific boxes for me, including open world, entertaining combat, some crafting, all that stuff I loved about The Witcher.
My friend Will texted me and said “The answer to your question is Assassin’s Creed: Origins...
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A little over a month ago, I was having a rough day with my brain goblins, so I wrote myself this note to remind myself that Depression Lies.
I stuck it to my monitor, next to another one that reminded me to relax my shoulders and breathe.
At some point, it fell off and I forgot about it. Just now, I got under my
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Nerds! I have a project out today!
Felicia Day wrote an hilarious original series called Third Eye, and she cast me to play Robigus, a villain you love to hate, who is constantly slamming his dick in the door.
Here's the Publisher's Summary:
Get ready for a hilarious fantasy adventure crafted by master storyteller Felicia Day. This epic and captivating audio experience is performed by...
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Author’s note: these memories are extremely old. I’ve done my best to convey the emotional truth of this story, but I’m sure some of these details are not perfectly accurate. Names and other details have been changed.
In the summer of 1981, my friend Jenny, who lived next door, had a friend from Northern California visit for...
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I get a ton of junk email, like we all do. I have aggressive filtering, like most of us do. But something gets through every day, because reasons.
My personal favorites are the ones that address me as if I am, personally, Barnes & Noble. They frequently offer cleaning and reputational services (for me, Mr. Barnes & Noble), as well as something about putting Google...
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In 1960, SAG and WGA struck to force management to adapt to the new technology of television. Without that strike and the agreement it birthed, residual use payments would not exist.
(This is me and my Spacemom, Gates McFadden. She's more of a mom to me than the woman who birthed me.)
My parents forced me to be a child actor, and stole nearly
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I was playing Assassin's Creed: Origins last night (61 hours in, level 31. Not sure how far I am into the story) and I tamed this hippo, because I thought it would be amusing to have a giant hippo waddling around with me. I named them Hungry Hungry the Hippo, because I am perfect.
I have this cool chain assassination skill, so I like to...
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