There’s something a bit macabre and unnerving in the need to whitewash, for lack of a better term, fiction and ‘art’ of any sort. While civilization and attitudes and beliefs should (should, I say) be more malleable, ‘fact’ and history should be set in stone. You don’t have to like it or agree with it… Continue reading Leave It
Comfort Food – blog
I don’t know if we will fully understand the cost we paid for Covid for many years. Not the cost in lives, or the cost in the economy, or even the cost in our children’s welfare but in the general welfare of the society as a whole. We paid a price that there was no… Continue reading Comfort Food – blog
We Gotta Get Outta This Place
You can tell that we have all been feeling a little bit of claustrophobia and cabin fever after Covid. Humans are social creatures, after all, and when we’re told we can’t do something, especially something like seeing other people, we tend to get a little intense. As social creatures, we need one another, and while… Continue reading We Gotta Get Outta This Place
Out of Sight
Anyone that has read my blog for any length of time - anyone? Anyone? - will know that I come back to topics from time to time that feel important to get some attention. Somet things, as they say, are worth repeating. Recognition is great. It’s needed. It’s necessary. We need to know what we… Continue reading Out of Sight
Do You Remember Falling In Love?
I tend to wonder anymore if we remember what it was like to fall in love with the things we love. In our rush to have everything at our fingertips at all times I think that convenience has made us lazy in how we consume the things we get an itch to hear, read, or… Continue reading Do You Remember Falling In Love?
You May Just Fall Off That High Horse
Are you like me and are tired, tired, tired of creatives pretending to be better than the projects they are involved in. These are folks who are hired guns and work on projects for a paycheck, whether as a creator or part of the support.Actors. Directors. Writers. Musicians. Whatever. Every project that isn’t creator made… Continue reading You May Just Fall Off That High Horse
It gets exhausting being a fan. It’s hard enough to keep straight the reboots, prequels, sequels, offshoots, and all the merchandise that comes out in every flavor possible without then having to ask yourself - am I one of THOSE fans? And the THOSE in this case are the fans that take things not just… Continue reading Fan-Dumb
The Fires That Drive Us
There are topics that I come to time and again because I feel like we need to hear some things more than once. We need that sort of a mantra that keeps us going. That ‘I Think I Can, I Think I Can, I Think I Can’ sort of thing that fuels us through… Continue reading The Fires That Drive Us
A Critical Darling – blog
As I have mentioned here, either a blog or a podcast, everyone’s a critic. Literally and figuratively. We are all critical in what we consume, be it food, art, music, movies, television, news, or whatever else you want to list out. We develop our tastes over time, influenced by what moves us and by what… Continue reading A Critical Darling – blog
The Spooky Chris Podcast – Odds and Ends
In which I talk about some odds and some ends - an honor, what I am watching, what I am listening to, and the usual stuff and such.
Those Long Summer Nights
There is something strange and sacred about the summers of our youth. They stand as the first deep breaths of freedom that we get as we grow and the memories we find there are always there, waiting to be rediscovered once the days get long and the air cools once the clock hits one in… Continue reading Those Long Summer Nights
To The Beat Of A Drum
It feels strange that for the many, many years I have been writing and writing blogs that I rarely talk about music and its influence on my life. It’s not that music isn’t a constant in my life, a constant in my head, but that I feel like an imposter talking about music. I… Continue reading To The Beat Of A Drum
Spooky Chris Episode 43 – Stories from a Jerk
In which I tell two odd tales from my youth.