All posts by bonehead

Miss Scarlet In the Kitchen with the Glass Mug

I killed a baby lizard. Part of the reason I’m a vegetarian is that I can’t stand violence. I can barely tolerate anger, because I know the vast wells of anger I dip into can make me so blind with rage that I wish violence on people and things. So to kill something has left me incredibly sad. I wasn’t angry (I hope … a dog had just chased Tigrito, so my adrenaline was pumping). The tiny thing was so fast, it darted under the…

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Enter Sandman

For years, I’ve suffered from pretty intense headaches. Usually behind one eye or the other and they lasted for hours until I could sleep it off. Generally the only thing that ever helped was an extremely hot shower, and even that only helped temporarily unless I could fall asleep quickly enough. Last year, at a comic convention, I started seeing circles of light in my eyes. The interwebs quickly told me this is ofter a precursor to the worst kind of migraine, so I enjoyed…

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Done is Better

One of the things about being a writer, especially one with one foot in the semi-corporate world and one barely in the entertainment (if mainly licensed) world, is – what can you safely blog about? Reviewing things (films, TV, incredibly heavy paperback copies of Game of Thrones) is dicey. If I tell the world what I REALLY think of an intellectual property, the world of the internet guarantees my snark is available forever (for the record, I happily carry those incredibly heavy paperbacks around, Mr.…

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New look, new book!

A new logo and new look for Chip Carter.com! I’m so stoked, I love this new icon, designed by the awesome folks at The MindLabs! Also … my new book (yes, it’s small – but it IS a book, gosh-darn it!) comes out this month. The Star Trek Light-up Phaser and mini-book is on Amazon and will be in stores soon! Off to Phoenix for a conference, so no time to discuss this week’s Justified, RuPaul OR the Real Housewives of BH reunion!

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The Salmon Mousse

“It’s a Mister Death or something.” Heartbreakingly, my dad (gone just over a year now) warned me there would come a day when I was old enough to spend more time going to funerals than weddings. Two people I know – it may be romanticizing to call them friends, perhaps – but people I knew, worked with, partied with – both gone within the space of a week. It is enough to make you climb back in bed and pull the covers over your head.

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