Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Baltimore Tattoo Convention

Hello, Specters. I just wanted to share with you all that this Saturday, the 26th, I will be attending the Baltimore Tattoo Convention in  Maryland in order to cover it for Obscure Ink Magazine. If anyone in the area is a follower of my blog and wants to say "Hi" just stop in at the convention, I'll be wandering around. It's sure to be a great time!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Zombie Jesus Day

This one goes out to all the ex-church-goers (like me):

Friday, April 18, 2014

The More You Know

So, if you want to get out of going to church on Easter Morning, just show your significant other the picture below, and tell them, "See Honey,  we don't have to go to church to celebrate Easter!"

Thursday, April 17, 2014

More posts soon!

Hello, Specters! I know it's been a while since I posted anything on the blog. Things have been very hectic at work lately, gearing up for the first issue in July. I just wanted to say I have not fallen off the face of the Earth, just been very busy. There will be more posts soon. I promise!

Monday, March 31, 2014


I had a fairly odd experience today. I was at the library, not doing much, when a black gentleman sat down next to me. He was tall, thin, with long dreadlocks and a small pointy beard. He looked at me as though considering something important, before speaking:
"You've had visions, haven't you?"
I told him I didn't quite now what he meant. He explained he meant exceptionally vivid dreams, that I had been having since I was a child, that proceeded to come true in some form or another. He described them as "downloads from God". That God was trying to tell me something. "You may not take them seriously, or other people may tell you that they're only dreams, but don't listen that. They are gifts." He spoke of sometimes the most vivid of daydreams are the closest thing to prophecies, that they give us keys to unlocking the future. He told to write down my dreams, as soon as they happened, describing them as "invisible ink - they fade over time." As he got up to leave, he turned to look at me and said, "You're gonna change the world. To make it a better place. Don't forget to write down your dreams." And he was gone.

Needless to say, this whole exchange left me a bit perplexed. The gentleman had seemed so intense in what he was saying, like he had to say it. It was a little eerie how he close to the truth he was about the vividness of my dreams, and other people's reactions when I described them. And in truth, I have always believed in the power of dreams, whether it be as inspiration for my art and writings, or, (for lack of a less dramatic word) predictions. A surprising number of my dreams have come true, but not in the typical sense. I have always felt that if a dream is a predication, it's going to be more symbolic than literal, as it has been with my dreams.

Now, I'd like to add something: I am in truth very skeptical of most things that could be considered "New Age" in tone. Very rarely have I seen evidence of there being anything other than the world right in front of us. But over the past year, I have grown less and less certain of that, the incident today just being another example of my growing uncertainty. Too many lucky breaks have come my way, one after another. A friend of mine at work keeps telling me that everything happens for a reason, and in my less cynical moments, I wonder if she's right. Anyway, I just to share this with you, Specters. Share your thoughts in the comment section, if you like.