I’m broken. That’s not a cry for help—it’s just a matter of fact. I’ve been broken for years. Truth be told, most of us are. Life cracks us in different ways. Some of us just chip a little—like overdrawing a bank account or getting a speeding ticket. Small fissures. Manageable. Forgotten. Others among …
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Well, back from fishing in the Wasteland—yes, it’s a real thing now in Fallout 76—and I decided to revisit some journal entries from about 20 years ago. This was pre-MySpace, peak LiveJournal days. That platform was a chaotic mess in the best way. Looking back now, I can’t help but notice how some of my …
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As many people who are closer “Here We Go Again”: Fallout, Fantasy, and Why Escapism Isn’t a Dirty Word As many people who are closer friends with me know, I’m all about Fallout right now. Specifically Fallout 76, because it’s the latest in the series and still has some developing gameplay. Occasionally I’ll drop back …
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Okay, another Joan Rivers moment—can we talk? Let’s talk about fireworks and PTSD. I know a lot of folks have what borders on a fetish-level love affair with fireworks. They hit the stands like it’s Christmas morning, dropping hundreds of dollars on colorful explosions for the 4th of July and, here in Utah, for Pioneer …
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