Our heroes, or theirs?

They arrived quietly. It wasn’t hard to do, we were barely banging sticks and rocks together at the time. Their built-to-purpose spacecraft landed effortlessly on the surface of the ocean, settling eventually at a depth we would not be able to reach for centuries. It was from this vantage that

Doing things is hard

I went to CharCon over the past weekend, and did more walking and more drinking than I've done in a long time. The whole experience was a whirlwind of befriending strangers, teaching my board game, discussing pop culture topics, learning other peoples' games, and refilling drinks. I came home fulfilled

The Zen of Unemployment, an open thread

I've been unemployed for exactly two months as of today. In these two months I've learned a lot about what matters to me, and have gained some interesting perspectives on health, happiness, and life's greatest antihero, the unstoppable force of time. I think I willfully ignored the amount of my own

Chapter 5: Alive in Dove Valley

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4]   Russell Wilson awoke to the sound of Sports Center. Clean white sheets and sanitary plastic bed-rails enshrined him. He heard the sound of his daughter enjoying a game on her iPad, and his wife trying not to argue with a nurse. An oxygen mask sat snugly

Chapter 4: Beneath Dove Valley

[chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] ---------- Russell Wilson awoke to the sensation of dripping water. As his hands searched for purchase on the slick stone floor, they scraped across several crusty pores and sharp cracks in the uneven surface. He picked himself up slowly, stifling a cough and begging for relief from his