Most of us have that one thing. That one thing that they want out of life more than anything else in the world. For some of us we want to travel. For others they want love. For other still it’s money, or maybe fame, or just to be surrounded by awesome people. For all of… Continue reading That One Thing
Category: Bloggy
A Participation Award For Caring
Sometimes I wonder if we don’t need participation awards for something as simple as caring or giving a damn since so few of us seem to do that anymore. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can tell me that things aren’t different, times haven’t changed, and that nothing is new under the sun but I think that’s… Continue reading A Participation Award For Caring
The Evolution of a Dream
Every city is a dream. It is a dream of a million people with a million minds and it is a dream that is forged on the anvil of commerce and civics. A city is a dream. A dream of how we can come together. How we can live together. And how we can work… Continue reading The Evolution of a Dream
An End Of A Road
Life is a winding maze of paths. Paths taken and paths left behind. Every moment we are making choices that lead us to where we are now, where we will be tomorrow, and where we will be in ten years. Our hope is that the detours we take lead us to further adventures and that… Continue reading An End Of A Road
MOTHS
Musician AMY MANN has a song called The Moth that speaks far too clearly to me because I have felt that same attraction to the flame as mentioned in the song. The song essentially is about someone who just wants the light and warmth without the consequence or worry. There is a terrible fatalism to all… Continue reading MOTHS
The Know It All
Anyone that knows me and anyone that has read any single blog I have ever written knows that I fancy myself a bit of a know it all. It’s not something I wear as sash but more as a crown of frowns. A self-woven burden I have a hard time overcoming. You see, I love… Continue reading The Know It All
THE VICTIM
His hands still burn. His hands still itch. His mouth still runs dry. Doctor says its nerves. Shrink says its nerves. So he gives them each a check, fills his ‘script, and takes two pills as directed. He sits in the darkness and listens to the silence of the small apartment, clenching and unclenching his… Continue reading THE VICTIM
The Disconnect
For a city like Flint, Michigan, a city with a modern history that stands closer to gloom than glory, we need people. Except, we don’t just need people because you can find people anywhere. We need people who want to fall in love with the city, its history, its amenities, its triumphs, and who more… Continue reading The Disconnect
The Con Game 2016
Convention life is a very strange thing. For the time you are there – three-ish days usually – it is as if there is no world outside of the con. You don’t see the news until the show is over for the day. You don’t know the weather unless you go outside. And the usual… Continue reading The Con Game 2016
Why I Do It
In talking to someone at work today I mentioned that I was going to a big comic convention this weekend to sell my books. They said that sounded like fun and hoped I sold some books. I told them - well, I don't. I never do. (This is writer hyperbole - I DO sell books,… Continue reading Why I Do It
The Circle
I went to my first convention when I was just a kid. Two friends and I went to a Fangoria Weekend of Horrors show in Dearborn, Michigan and spent the weekend there. This was in 1990. We went back in 1991 and those were the only two times that Fango visited the Mighty Mitten. Those… Continue reading The Circle
The Well Of Ignorance
We all have our wells of ignorance that sit at the core of who we are. That well’s foundation is built by our family, by our school, our church, our friends, and society. The foundation is built many times from good intentions, an effort to keep us from perceived dangers and threats but those good… Continue reading The Well Of Ignorance
GOOD ENOUGH
You know, as far as some people are concerned you will never get it right. You’ll never be good enough. Never be smart enough. Never be attractive enough. You’ll never measure up to the invisible yard stick that all of us keep in ourselves and measure the world by. Well, good. Maybe we shouldn’t measure… Continue reading GOOD ENOUGH
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 