Me and My Tattoo: Popping the Cherry

Here we are. It’s Friday. Time for Evil Fire Breathing Dragon Lady and I to have our respective delicate fleshes repeatedly jabbed and poked and carved with a foreign, chromatic substance that will irrevocably incise our epidermises with the branding of an entertainment franchise. AKA… get our video game tattoos.

Me and My Tattoo: a Match Made in Hesitancy

I blame my kids for a lot of shit. I mean, they’ve taken so much from me. Time… money… okay, mostly time and money, but these are legit things. If I hadn’t had kids I’d… I don’t know, have more time and money? And just maybe having a tattoo. Just …

What Avengers: Endgame has to say about storytelling (and life)

I REALLY wanted to go see Avengers: Endgame on opening weekend. So badly I could taste it. So several days before the premier, I searched the whole of my favorite theater for the necessary block of seats for my family. Alas, it did not happen. As the captain of a …