More Random Questions

Once again, I find myself stumped for something to post on here. I don’t know why I’m finding it so hard to come up with things to put on here. So, I plucked some more questions to answer from a random question generator. Let’s see how this goes:

  1. Have you ever eaten sushi? – Hell no! I don’t eat cooked fish. Why the hell would I eat it raw?
  2. What are your favorite books? – My favorite book is The Erratic Sun by Michael Hansen and Matthew Blashill, available for purchase on Amazon. It is the greatest book of all time. Although, it does say “books”, so I should probably add more to make it plural. Timeline by Michael Crichton, the DragonLance Legends trilogy by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, and all of the Myron Bolitar books by Harlan Coben.
  3. Are you religious? – I dislike any and all organized religions. 
  4. Have you ever eaten food from the trash? – Hell no! That’s disgusting. Although, to be fair, I may have done it when I was a kid and just don’t remember doing it. 
  5. What is your favorite holiday? – I’m not a big holiday guy. I used to love them all when I was younger. Now, I only care about them if they get me a paid day off work. I enjoy my daughter’s reactions to the holidays far more than I like the holidays themselves.
  6. If you could have any kind of pet, what would you choose? – One that takes care of itself.
  7. If you could become invisible, what would you do? – Honestly, I don’t know if I’d do anything with that power. My teenaged self would’ve probably said that I’d use it to steal money or sneak into the girl’s locker room at school. Nowadays, I know better than to do either of those things. 
  8. Do you have any allergies? – I’m allergic to cats.
  9. What is your favorite sport? – Football. 
  10. which do you like better, being a passenger or driver? – That depends entirely upon who would be driving if I wasn’t.
  11. Have you ever been to Comic-con? – No. I wouldn’t mind going to one sometime, but I have yet to do so.
  12. Have you ever been to Africa? – Nope. Never left America before.
  13. What is your favorite sandwich? – The Italian BMT from Subway is pretty good.
  14. What is your favorite breakfast meal? – BACONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  15. Have you ever sewed? – A few times during a home ec class back in middle school, but that’s it.

There you have it folks. Answers to questions you didn’t ask.


The Air Inside

The air inside the room was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Each deep gulp brought only a fraction of the oxygen needed to sustain life. Black smoke made up the rest. Hacking coughs followed every attempt to draw breath. Darkness swirled around and around the flames.

“He’s in here,” came a voice from somewhere in the inferno.

A figure clad in black came to take him away. Was it the Grim Reaper?

“He’s not breathing,” the voice informed the world.

Strong hands pushed down on his chest. He was strangely aware of this, despite a numbing fear that washed over him. The hands moved away for a few moments, but soon came back to crush his ribs again. It did nothing but hurt him. He was dying. There was no light. Only darkness awaited him.

Then, he gasped. His lungs expanded greedily. Another fit of coughing shook his whole frame. His throat burned. His head throbbed. Despite the air inside of him, he still felt as if he was suffocating. A fire fighter sat over him. He wondered why his savior wasn’t giving him any oxygen.

Once he finally caught his breath, the fire fighter took his helmet and breathing apparatus off, revealing his face. “Where’s the money?” the fire fighter asked.

His heart dropped. That wasn’t a real fire fighter. Well, he was a real fire fighter. He just had outside interests, as well. A sting erupted in his left cheek as the fire fighter slapped his face. “Where’s the money?”

Feebly, he pointed at his home, which was now fully engulfed in flames. The fire fighter shook his head. “You dumb bastard.”

He almost didn’t register it when the fire fighter pulled a gun out. There was no reaction when the trigger was pulled. No pain came when the bullet entered his chest, only a feeling of cold.

Once again, it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. He looked down at the bullet hole and watched as his blood poured out of him. His head fell back down and smacked into the ground. The darkness came back. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the last bit of the air inside of him passed over his lips.

He knew no more.


My wife and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. From across the house, I hear my daughter yell, “Daddy, come here!”

I go to the kitchen, because that’s where it sounded like it came from, but she wasn’t there. I peeked around the corner and saw the bathroom light on. So, I looked in. There she was, sitting on the toilet. Was she out of tp? What else could it possibly be? I asked, “What, honey?”

 “What’s 2+2?”

That’s what she made me get up off the couch for? So she could ask me math questions while she was on the toilet? “Don’t worry about it, Baby E. Just finish what you’re doing.”

“Come on, daddy. (Grunt) What’s 2 + (Grunt) 2?”

“You don’t need to worry about what 2+2 is right now. The only number 2 you need to be worrying about is the one you’re dropping in the toilet.”

Baby E fixed me with a blank stare while I hear my wife laughing in the other room. Ah, the joys of parenthood. 

I Don’t Have the Words

If you look at my latest posts, you’ll notice that, with the exception of the last one (which was wholly depressing), they’ve all been about my Versus posts. The reason for that is simple: I can’t think of something that I want to say on here.

The Versus posts are easy, especially since you wonderful people out there contribute to them. There’s very little to them and they only take a few minutes to throw together…. usually.

As far as other things go, I’ve been coming up empty lately. Maybe it’s because I’ve put in so much energy doing non-blog writing. I have multiple stories either in the writing or editing process that I’m hoping will be published soon. I also have plans to start writing more of them once these are finished. I love writing these stories.

I’m not feeling the love when it comes to blog posts lately, though. Nothing jumps out at me anymore. I used to see something and get excited about writing a post about it. Now, I feel like I have to put a post up every once in a while. To be honest, the only reason I’m even doing this post is because I forgot to upload the file I want to be working on to my phone.

I’ve gone through funks like this before, where I just don’t feel like posting anything. This one feels different somehow. 

Hell, I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wake up with an exciting idea for a blog post and this little post will look ridiculous. I highly doubt it.

But, you never know…

A Bad Phone Call

Back in August, I was going through some of my old posts when I came across this one, about my old D&D gaming group. I hadn’t talked to any of them for eight to ten years. I felt bad about it, because I was pretty close with them for a while. So, I decided that, if I could, I’d try to find them again. Two of them I was pretty sure I could locate on Facebook, but I really only wanted to get back in touch with one of them. The other guy and I didn’t part under the best of terms.

After a quick search for the name of the guy I actually wanted to talk to again, I found him. I sent him a message apologizing for losing touch with him and asked him to message me back if he felt like reconnecting. I wasn’t expecting an immediate response, so it didn’t surprise me when I didn’t hear back from him right away. As the time went on, I figured he was mad that we had drifted apart and just didn’t want to talk to me. I gave up. At least I tried, I thought.

Then, I got a response last night.

The profile I had sent the message to was actually his son’s (they have the same name). His wife was the one who wrote back to me. She gave me her number and told me to call her because his story was too long for her to tell me over text. After hearing that, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, because it was obviously bad, otherwise he would’ve been the one to get back to me. But, I had to know, so I called her.

It was weird hearing her voice again after so long. We made small talk while she walked outside so her kids couldn’t hear what she was talking about. Once more, I was dreading what I was going to hear. As soon as she was alone, she dropped the bomb on me. The guy I used to play D&D with, who I spent around 80 hours a week with for over a year, was in prison. While that was shocking enough, it wasn’t nearly as shocking as what he was in prison for. I won’t say exactly what it is, but I will say that, from what I’ve heard, it’s a crime that other prisoners will abuse you for committing.

Out of all the things she could’ve said he was in prison for, that was pretty much the last thing I expected her to say. I never would have thought him capable of doing something like that.

While I was still trying to process the first bit of news she told me, she dropped another bomb on me. The other guy, the one I had a falling out with, was dead. He died five years ago from colon cancer.

When I stopped hanging out with him, it was because he was battling an alcohol addiction. Normally, I wouldn’t abandon a friend when they needed help, but he, for reasons I will never know now, took all of his anger out on me. Every time he was drinking around me, which was most of the time, he’d get belligerent and nasty with me. He still resented me for moving away for a year to be closer to my family, he once told me, but the level of anger he displayed made me think it was something more than that. Although, what that could’ve been, I have no idea.

She told me that a few years after I stopped talking to him, he managed to get sober, and stay that way. Not long after that, that’s when he found out he had the cancer. That is horrible. He fought hard to get to sobriety only to fall to something even worse.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could listen to, but thankfully, she closed out the phone call with some good news. She had divorced the guy in prison and had found someone new. They got married around six months ago and were happy together. After all she’s had to endure, she deserves it. I sincerely hope things stay that way for her.

Versus: FG Wizard Results

Sorry I didn’t do this post last night like I said I would. I had a family emergency I had to take care of. Everything’s fine now, so here we go.

I asked for your nominations for Fiction’s Greatest Wizard. You gave them to me. I put them in a poll. You voted. And the winner is…..


With an argument like he got, it’s easy to see why. It was deep and eloquent. Because of it, Gandalf garnered 31.6% of the vote.

Raistlin Majere and Merlin tied for second with 21%. Harry Dresden came in third with 15.8%. Harry Potter and Gromph Baenre tied for last place with 5.3%.

I wanted to thank everyone who participated, either in nominating someone or voting. I hope you all have had fun doing this.