I feel that heavy, low-pressure dread hanging in the air — you know how it feels just before a storm breaks.
This casual slide into American Fascism isn’t just headlines—it’s in the eyes of the neighbor who suddenly won’t talk to you, the quiet threat in every government form, the constant whir of surveillance overhead, the breathing on the other end of the phone.
They want us all to live like undocumented people — guilty, until proven lucky. Continue reading
I’ve developed a whole series of new soundbytes for our video games and godd levels, and I’m hoping we can send them out to you soon for your totally fun use. Makes all games more fun!
I have six levels of boss engagements, 12 levels of exploration, a total of 18 mp3 soundbytes. Continue reading
Thought I’d start out there and work my way toward today’s blog, the subject of which is “how about your own podcast?” Continue reading
There are days when it feels like the world is unraveling faster than we can stitch it back together. Headlines scream about billionaires buying up suddenly available public lands, politicians auctioning off sacred burial grounds, and entire ecosystems being signed away with the flick of a pen. You can protest, write letters, donate, scream into the void—but there’s another option that cuts through the chaos: step into the God State and just get away from it all. Continue reading
When You Read Norton Str33t Aloud:
Reading the Norton Str33t script isn’t just performance — it’s higher vibration, higher consciousness, higher scale frequency alignment. Continue reading
“…and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, shuffles toward Bethlehem to be born?” — William Butler Yeats
Well, now we’ve seen it, and it’s plenty rough and beast-like, and it’s headed toward the battleground of Megidda Plains, so there’d be no mistake. I have a plan: Continue reading
That’s the idea! Remain calm at all times. Of course that means disregarding anything that happens to be happening at the time, but since that’s mostly bad, we lose nothing. Continue reading
Ah, the eternal question from the edge of the spiral arm—what are folks like us looking for today? Continue reading
I’m temporarily without my desktop computer, and everything is off-size for me tonight. Margins are wrong, type size is wrong, the whole thing is an inscrutable mess, so bear with me. Continue reading
“What happens here, stays here”. That’s what the sign reads on all the Las Vegas check-in/out counters at all the hotels, casinos, bars, cafes, art galleries, fast food joints, and houses of prostitution, of which there are many.
Mostly that sign saying “we won’t tell” is addressed to the many cheating husbands there for a convention, which they attend remotely from the local whorehouse. “What happens here, stays here” is the promise of Las Vegas and all its service people. Continue reading