I ran a video game fan convention in 1997, one of the first big ones. It was a mess, but a mess I’m still proud of in some ways, especially as I’ve watched the success of similar conventions worldwide from what’s mostly been a polite distance.

Now, I haven’t put the whole original Electronicon web site back up here in untouched form (and I won’t; 20 year old HTML combined with broken links, dead email addresses and so forth don’t make for fun revisitation), and it’s also no longer viewable on The Wayback Machine, but I have put up sort of a remastered version of the original site in the Museum section of this site, so there will once again be some fairly static online proof that the convention existed. I did a little clean-up of the old code, admittedly, but it was mostly a matter of fixing inconsistencies in my initial coding efforts (little things, like not having all of the pages of a particular site displaying the same background color), along with fixing the aforementioned broken links and such. Don’t worry, it’ll still give you all the warm fuzzies of code written in 1997 (and graphic design that, in some spots, was very obviously ganked from other stuff; wasn’t me, I hired a guy…), but it also won’t look like COMPLETELY like it was built by someone who had less than 6 months of coding experience, almost no book-learning on the subject, no sleep, a bunch of drugs in his system and an emoticon problem. I know, I ruin all of your fun.

I also plan to do some sort of “20 years later” update to the Electronicon site at some point, because, fucking ‘ell, it’s been 20 years. Still figuring that part out, though.

For now, enjoy what’s here.


Some movies I’ve watched lately

A few quick reviews:

Love And Mercy: Really, really good. Watch it if you’re a Beach Boys fan, watch it if you like music movies, watch it if you’re a musician who had a breakdown of your own, or watch it if you just like good movies. It works on all of those fronts and more.

I Don’t Feel At Home In This World Anymore: This just got released straight-ish to Netflix. Melanie Lynskey! David Yow! WHO! WILL! WIN? Pacing could’ve been a little better on it, but I’ll watch Melanie Lynskey in pretty much anything. Really, I need to see more of her stuff.

Bad Santa 2: Y’know, it certainly had its moments, and was better than I expected it to be, but something about it felt hollow. Terry Zwigoff directed the first one with so much heart, and this tried to echo that, but didn’t get there.

The One And Only: I’d completely forgotten this movie existed, until I found mention of it during one of my late-night “fall down the Wikipedia pages about pro wrestlers rabbit hole” sessions. Movie’s both ahead of its time and cringeworthy in parts in the present day (I’m finding that a lot of movies from all eras run into that unless they had a really forward-thinking script doctor), but Henry Winkler’s great in it (not exactly a surprise, he’s great in pretty much anything), Hervé Villechaize has some really great comedy chops that I wish we’d gotten to see more of in general, and it’s a pretty cool period piece (not just as a 1950s period piece, but as a “1950s as filtered through the 1970s” period piece).

The Usual Suspects: Seeing this for the first time in 2017 was almost a formality, like “OK, fine.” Wasn’t bad. Owed both Hitchcock and DePalma a living, though.

The Witch: What the fuck is wrong with white people?


Thought I’m having right now, a question that doesn’t have an answer yet: if I had to prioritize the things I want to do with the rest of my life, and could only choose one single thing that is so important that I will feel like I blew it if I didn’t get it done, what would it be?

Has to be something currently achievable and can’t be a “live forever/infinite wishes” cop-out.

If I had an answer, I’d probably keep quiet about it, but I don’t have an answer and I probably should.

Critics, man.

After spending yesterday morning reading the Wikipedia entries for all of Bowie’s studio albums from “Young Americans” onward, for now on, whenever I do anything, and I do mean anything, I want people to refer to it as “his best since ‘Scary Monsters'”.


The older I get, the more I come to realize how impressionable I was when I was younger. I think I still am. People who know me may be stunned to read this (either that, or they’ll laugh a hearty laugh and say “No shit, Sherlock!”), but I think it’s pretty true, thinking back on how my personality was formed, the things that influenced me, the traps I fell into. I don’t think it’s all bad. I think I’ve had some remarkable experiences by way of my being more easily led than I realized I was.
As is often the case these days, if you put me on the spot and asked me to cite an example, I’d have a hard time, because my brain doesn’t work well within those parameters, but I know myself a little, and as I review the events of my life, my lack of originality and independence is kinda glaring in a lot of ways.

Younger Me would’ve hated me for saying this, called bullshit on it all and so forth, but he’d eventually know that I had him found out. Younger Me would’ve despised me for all sorts of reasons, truth be told, but I’d hope he’d actually learn something, were he and I ever to meet.