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. Damn straight. Michele Surely someone out there cares that the last ten songs I listened to are. Surely......... Archives On a Carmine Unaware word to your mother Does Whatever A Spider Can Girl Bonfire of the Trigonometry Love the One You're With Jesus Christ, SuperBar Paradise Lake Tear Down The Wall! The Rock: A St. Patrick's Day Story from my Misguided Youth Happily 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 Disco Sucks Songs You Never Heard Of Saturday Mornings Ain't What They Used To Be Anger Directment Management Riverdale, 90210 Failure-Free Resolutions 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 |