The delivery truck driver dropped off a box at my front door the other day. The box label read “Goodman Games.” Inside, protected by redundant
SAVAGE JOURNAL ENTRY 13. The barbarian conceives of law in an entirely different fashion than the civilized man, dear diary. For the barbarian the model
I doubt it is possible to own too many books. Yet at times I peruse my shelves, see a volume, and ask myself if I
I picked up a paperback copy of Terry Carr’s inaugural Year’s Finest Fantasy. In all honesty I may have read this before, as a kid,
As you’ve no doubt come to expect from this hard-hitting, contemporarily relevant web log, today I’m wresting with yet another vital topic of global significance.
I took MBW and the HA to the local Oktoberfest celebration, hosted at a nearby golf course. It was rather smaller than I expected, especially