Back in the Saddle, Kind Of

Last night in Appalachia reminded me that not every dream has to go viral. Sometimes yelling into the void—or into the wasteland—is enough.

Fishing, Radroaches, and Nursing Regrets

During a nice relaxing evening fishing in the wasteland between nukes, I had a few odd thoughts running through my mind. I get a lot of time to think and hash through some of the day’s more esoteric questions. For example, what would you have the toughest time doing in the wasteland? I think mine …

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Greetings from the Wasteland

Well greetings from the Wasteland. Have a lot of tasks to do in the non-wasteland but I am choosing a little bit of escape right now.   The new fishing in the game is fun and I actually caught one of the local Legends just now. For those of you playing along at home it …

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The Stages Aren’t Stages

Well, after today’s first round of Fasnacht parades and some early morning fishing, I took a minute to look over my recent brainstorm writing to figure out how I’m really feeling. After reading through it all, I realized I’m still really angry. I’m not even sure why exactly—so many things have happened since the start …

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