This is a column about everything and nothing. It's different every week, so there's really no explanation. It was named after the video game Gauntlet because, well, this explains it.
This is the thing about Gauntlet. It’s a cooperative game. You play with someone else and you depend on that person you are playing with to help you through the levels. Cooperation. Working together to meet common goals. Food, health, ways to escape. If the person you are playing with doesn’t have your back, you die. Simple as that. So you work together, looking at what your individual strengths are and figuring out how to best use each other’s skills to stay alive and move on to the next level. You don’t give up on each other. You don’t bail. Because you depend on each other.
That's life, you know?
Stuff about me: I live a sort of typical surburban lifestyle on Long Island with my two teenage kids. I work in the court system. I like action movies and bizarre cartoons and video games and music that makes your ears bleed.
And I have a Turtle. A Turtle who knows that the rules of Gauntlet are the rules of life.
He's a keeper. And he's the reason this site is here. Long story short: I used to have a weblog. I closed it down after five years. A while later, I met Turtle. He encouraged me to start writing again. I asked him to write with me. And a site was born. Not just a site, but something that kept us close while we were 3,000 miles apart. FTTW means an awful lot to us. It's part of our lives in a way I can't describe.
We're no longer 3,000 miles away from each other. We're about 3 blocks away. We now have a FTTW headquarters at my house and really nice life together. He moved across the country to be here with me and really, that's the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me. Life is good. Very good.
Those who knew me through the five years of my previous site all say the same thing to me; that simmering anger, the aggression and hardness are all gone from my writing. That's a good thing. That's the Turtle influence.
Have I mentioned on this site before that I'm in love with him? Because I am.
Surely someone out there cares that the last ten songs I listened to are. Surely.........
On a Carmine Unaware
word to your mother
Does Whatever A Spider Can
Bonfire of the Trigonometry
Love the One You're With
Jesus Christ, SuperBar
Tear Down The Wall!
The Rock: A St. Patrick's Day Story from my Misguided Youth
Skyrockets In Flight! Or: We Have No Shame
The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking
The St. Valentine's Day Massacre
The 80's: Birth, School, Work, Death
Songs You Never Heard Of
Saturday Mornings Ain't What They Used To Be
Anger Directment Management
Bah Fucking Humbug
Christmastime in Hell
Alternative Christmas Music
Do Not Want
Giving Thanks and Getting Gas
..And Restore Freedom to the Galaxy
We Have A Date With an Ambulance
The High Cost of Living
Screw Halloween, Let's Get Ready for Christmas
The Fine Art of Worrying
112 Ocean Avenue
Halloween Can Be A Drag
Elf Needs Food Badly
Flash Fiction: The Owl and the Mouse
Collage of Horrors, Part II (The Reckoning)
"Open the window. Open the window, Mark!"
What Song is it You Want to Hear?
Donald Duck and the Column With No Name
ms. pac-man is a whore