The Archive Awakens
The Midnight Archive awakens… A newly reimagined home for personal stories, creative reflection and the written word, preserved somewhere outside the ordinary.
Memories, creations and curiosities preserved from a life lived somewhere outside the ordinary.
The Midnight Archive awakens… A newly reimagined home for personal stories, creative reflection and the written word, preserved somewhere outside the ordinary.
As if the annual summer inferno in the Ohio Valley couldn’t be more annoying. Normally on these countdowns I do my usual ranting and raving about how much summer sucks, and all of us who share the opinion about these dreary, torturous months (regardless of where you live) look ahead to Autumn with endearing anticipation.
🎶On the first day of summer my true love gave to me… heat stroke and dysentery.🎶
One of the most frequent questions I get asked in my life is “why do you hate summer?” (Laughing) In my world, that’s like asking me why I hate ticks, traffic, houseflies, allergies, sinus congestion, insomnia, fireworks, humidity, yard work (you see where this is going).
Counting down the days, hours, minutes and seconds to the Autumnal Equinox of 2023.
here’s to another round of counting down the miserable inferno of summer, one painstaking day at a time. As always, the autumn equinox will set us free and officially begin the best time of the year. Till then… cheers to a nice, chilly solitude
Literally, we’d shoot on VHS. If I had four hours of raw video, it took four hours to feed it all into my editing machine, as I had to play it real-time while my hard drive recorded it (like a VCR).
First and foremost, this was the slowest shipping I’ve ever experienced in my life. 44 days from the time I ordered to when the product finally arrived at my doorstep. That’s over 6 weeks.
That Christmas week I spent immersed in the Friday the 13th beta had come to life all around me. I remember yelling “Tommy!? Tommy!?!? Where are you???”
One could easily understand the apprehension a fan might feel as they cautiously approach Jim’s table at a convention. My wife wasn’t shy about letting me know she was flat out terrified to talk to him.