Monday, October 31, 2016

A Fright Dome Experience @frightdome #frightdome #lasvegas

(I have cross-posted this post on my Kyndra Hatch blog as well.)

We went to Fright Dome last night and, wow, what an experience! We showed up early. Right before they opened the doors, clowns and ghouls ran by the crowd with chainsaws. It reminded me of childhood Halloween at home, waiting for John Snook's Haunted Hotel to open its doors and my oldest brother running through the street with his chainsaw. I do believe the difference is that my brother kept the chain on it, lol. That nostalgic moment aside, it was pretty electrifying with a thousand people cheering and getting more and more excited to be admitted to a night of terror fun.

Fright Dome is housed in Circus Circus's Adventuredome. I've seen advertisements for Adventuredome around town, but I may be the only one who didn't actually realize it was a full-on amusement park, with actual roller coasters. Not dinky little town-fair twirlers and merry-go-rounds, but no kidding Six Flags quality stuff. Because, honestly, even with the advertisements, I thought it was of the dinky town-fair variety. 

So, as we go inside, I'm blown away by the roller coasters. And, well, my husband was too. We're totally going to go back when it is simply the Adventuredome, just for that.

Of course, the difference with it being turned into Fright Dome is that you get to ride the roller coasters in the dark. So, it's like Space Mountain... on steroids, which is glorious.

But, we weren't exactly there for roller coasters. We were there for the six haunted houses. Finding ourselves in an entire theme park transformed into a giant Halloween horror zone where the roller coasters are still running throughout the night was more than we thought. There aren't many videos or pictures to truly get a feel of what this is. I think that's done on purpose, because the unexpected was so much more fun and a better overall experience.

Anyway, they warn on the Fright Dome website that it's dark and smoky. Well, that's entirely true. Our eyes adjusted to the darkness, but it was still hard to figure out where the lines started for each attraction, especially the difference between the general admission lines and the fast pass lines. And sometimes the smoke was so thick, we simply just had to keep walking forward and hope not to bump into a wall or a table or something. Bumping into people was a constant. But, the smoky atmosphere led one janitor to wear a surgical mask while he went around cleaning up bottles and such and even though he wasn't an actor, he was probably the most creepy person there.

At any rate, there were helpful employees at haunted house to let us know where to go, as well as scary clowns, chainsaw killers, and creepy dolls ready to jump out and scare everyone at every turn. There was even a lady, who had no legs, chasing people on her hands. She was so fast! And her creepy zombie makeup and dress were very well done.

The haunted house I was looking forward to the most was Krampus. I haven't actually seen Krampus, but I know the story and mixing Christmas with Halloween horror is one of my favorite things. So, we went to that haunted house first. It did not disappoint! Christmas music along with killer grandmas, chained children, corpses wrapped with wrapping paper were the kind of Halloween/Christmas horror fun I was looking for. 

A life-size doll standing in a corner that turned out to be a real person totally got me! I wasn't expecting it to be anything other than a prop, so it was perfect. I laughed and clapped and told him/her "That was good." The only thing I was disappointed with in this one was that I wanted to see someone all dressed up as the creepy devil-looking horned Krampus seen on the advertisements. Instead, it was some animatronic thing in the end that you couldn't see because of too much smoke shielding it.

We made our way to Clownz next, where they gave us glasses that distort light, so every blacklight glowing dot, spatter, or line in the place looked like it was 3D, especially the orange coloring. Even the floor had glowing paint that seemed to move as you walked over it. The clowns were, or course, wonderfully creepy and there were corpses wrapped in cotton candy and it was all craziness. It reminded me of "Killer Klowns from Outer Space," with all its creepy hilarity.

At the end, there was a large spinning tunnel to walk down that messed with the senses and made you feel like you were going to fall. I tried running through it, laughing the whole time, of course. At the end, there was someone with a survey that asked what my favorite part was and I said it was the spinning tunnel. But then I wished I had said that it was the people dressed in all black with glowing dots on them that made the walls look like they were closing in. Really, that was a good special effect.

Then we went to Five Nights at Freddy's. Neither one of us knew what this was. A couple of years ago, my great nephew wanted me to play the game with him while I was visiting, but we never got around to it. Even then, I thought it was some kind of Nightmare on Elm Street thing. Wrong. And, boy, were we super delighted by what we found!

When we walked into the haunted house, it was a pizza joint. It had everything from a hostess table to menus to kids play areas to a ball pit and prize tables, games... 

So, here is the mid-age person analysis. Remember Showbiz Pizza, with that ape and his animatronic animal band, the Rockafire Explosion? This was before Chucky Cheese Pizza, but Chucky Cheese is another great analogy to this. Oh gosh, here we go:



 

I imagine that the creator(s) of Five Nights at Freddy's used to go to Showbiz as a kid and that animatronic band scared the piss out of him. I mean, look at that these photos, LOL! 


                                                                                                                                                                     

The manifestation of his childhood terror must have turned into the creation of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where the animatronics come to life and kill everyone. We were so delighted with it that we laughed all the way through. I mean, I think many kids of the 80s were traumatized by that band at Showbiz.

Hellcatraz was next. It was shorter than the others and my least favorite, but there was a lady on a body of bones and gore in a jail cell that made me smile. This was getting closer to the cut-'em-up Halloween gore I expect and look for in a haunted house. I so wish I could have seen the Insanitarium from a couple of years ago, because that would have been right up my alley. As it was with Hellcatraz, I was the last in line and someone waiting until everyone passed to unexpectedly jump out of a corner totally got me. I laughed. "You actually got me!" I think that person was pleased.

After that, we went to Wasteland 2. Another haunted house based off of a video game we don't know anything about, but Freddy's was a fun surprise and we had fast passes, so we wouldn't have missed it. I still don't know much about Wasteland, but this was exactly the gory, cut-'em-up, body parts everywhere kind of haunted house I love to see during Halloween. And in the extreme. There were body parts, bloody gore, even lifesize foamy pigs hanging from the ceiling that you had to walk through. I was last again and this guy with a chainsaw was really trying, putting it very close to my back and neck, close enough where I could feel the heat and got choked by the exhaust. Sorry, dude, chainsaws aren't scary, but I do love them in a haunted house and you really tried, so kudos. 

With the fast pass, we had exclusive access to the Ouija haunted house, but there was a giant airline quality strobe light blinking blinking blinking, blinding blinding blinding right on the crowd standing in line for that one. Even with fast pass, the wait was 90 minutes and we physically were not able to stand there with that strobe intensity. We were either going to A: go blind, or B: have a head explosion, so it wasn't worth that to us, which is regrettable. 

With the fast pass, it only took an hour and a half to get through the 5 haunted houses, so we walked around and watched the performers scare anyone that could be. Then we looked for access to the roller coasters, which it did take us some time to figure out in the dark. We made it to El Loco first and the confusion of which line was the fast pass for that, but figured it out after asking someone. 

There was a wait, but not too bad and we jumped right in the front of one of the cars. It speeds up an incline and immediately drops us into a negative G drop that is, of course, thrilling, but then we go up another turn...and the whole thing stops.

So, we're sitting there on top and the view of the rest of the dome is pretty good. We could see the Canyon Blaster fairly well and the Circus Circus sign through the dome glass, the lighted lettering on the hotel. And all the smoke and strobe lights, etc., etc. For the most part, it was just dark. That's when I say, "I'm keeping my head against the seat, because it's getting ready to blast us over."

My husband says, "This isn't right."

We sit there a little while longer and I'm still talking about how it's getting ready to shoot us through there. There are some electronic sounds and clicking. A few minutes go by.

The husband. "I don't think so. Everything is all wrong."

Ten minutes go by.

Next thing we know, lights come on on the catwalk next to us. Then two safety people climb up and ask, "Is everyone okay?"

We're good, "As long as we're not going to be here for an hour." Because, now it's clear we're stuck.

The guy explains what they are going to do with our car and how we're getting off of there. After about 10 or so minutes talking on a walkie talkie, he asks if we're ready and the car slowly starts moving, gradually corkscrewing around the next loop. Let me just say that a slow-motion corkscrew leaves a lot to be desired. Once it stops at the next flat scaffolding, just a little ways closer to the ground, another person comes up and gives us a safety speech on how we're getting off the ride. That's when I realize, "Oh, you mean, we're getting off from way up here."

The restraints come up and we slowly climb off the car as we're being coached how to do it, preferably not to our deaths straight down. There was a railing they made us hold onto and once everyone was off and standing there single file, they led us down the scaffolding and off the ride. What an experience that was!

We weren't deterred from the ride in the least. We told them we still wanted to ride when they got it fixed, so we were led to the exit area where we were allowed to get back into a car right away. We're sitting in the car and nothing is happening and this is about the time I was thinking maybe it wasn't a good idea. The restraints come up again and they say we have to get out. Lots of people moved on after that, but we decided to give it another 10 or so minutes. They sent the cars through a couple of times without anyone on them and then we were allowed back on.
 
The funny thing was how short the ride turned out to be, but it was a good one. After that, we were pretty hungry and it was 10pm and we had had no dinner. That's when we found out that food is where the Fright Dome is lacking. They could really do a good hot dog and hamburger business if they'd just had them. So, we left the dome to go see what we could eat in Circus Circus. 

Fright Dome was an awesome experience! Once we move away from Vegas, I would fly back just to go to the Fright Dome. One thing I would highly recommend for anyone wanting to go would be to pay the money for the fast pass. With fast pass, we were able to get through 5 haunted houses and 1 roller coaster in 2 hours. With general admission, the line for each thing was no less than 90 minutes, which means general admission folks can't get through everything in the 5 hours that Fright Dome is open each night.

People often ask why haunted houses and horror experiences don't scare me. As an archaeologist, I have excavated entire cemeteries in my career. People dressing up like zombies, fake body parts, and general dead are simply not scary. But, I'm always fascinated by the creativity of Halloween horror and Fright Dome was a step up. Bravo!

Friday, November 6, 2015

Cover Reveal! "...Walk Into A Bar"

 
 


Harry's Bar was always in need of bartenders. Josh wanted the job because he thought the bar had character. He just wasn't prepared for the characters that walked in.

A paranormal, scifi, horror comedy, "A Zombie, An Alien, and A Vampire Walk Into A Bar" will be available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, and Kobo on November 13, 2015. Friday the 13th!

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Re-release of My Past Life as a Dung Beetle!




Hello! Today is the re-release of My Past Life as a Dung Beetle. I'm very excited. It has a brand new cover, by artist Ashley Atkins, and a few minor additions. The story was inspired by my brother, who buys storage units and collects all kinds of stuff. I was afraid to admit that before because I didn't want him to think I was making fun of him. Quite the contrary! My brother is quite a character and has a wonderful wife. I have added a dedication to him.

I absolutely love the new cover. Ashley Atkins read the story and created a perfect representation of it.

BLURB:

Jim Williams loves to collect stuff, but his wife thinks it's all crap. He may have led a past life as a dung beetle.

REVIEWS:

RamenNoodleBookReviews.com

Yes, it’s only 11 pages long, but in these 11 pages is a truly wonderful, unique story that has you thinking and laughing with every sentence. It’s about a man who believes that in his past life he was a dung beetle, of which he is quite proud. Why would anyone want to be a dung beetle, you are probably asking? I know I was. By the end of this book, you’ll have that answer, along with a warm feeling in your heart for the man and his family.

(The 2nd edition is 13 pages long.)

H. Temple 

Finally a book of hoarder justifications! Junk collectors and their families would appreciate this book. This book won’t cure junk retention, but it might make you laugh.

Maria Hammarblad

My past life as a dung beetle is about a collector of random stuff and his family. I had no idea what to expect when I started reading it, and the first couple of pages both amused and confused me. They were funny and cute, but I didn't get it. Then, the story really got going, and I hurried through it with a smile on my lips. All the pieces fell into place and everything made sense.

I'm sure I stem from a genetic line of gatherers. I save all sorts of crap because it might be useful at some point in the future. My husband has a collection of collections. My past life as a dung beetle made me smile with recognition, root for the hero, and sympathize with the heroine. It is a touching story about life, well worth reading.

BUY LINKS:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00GP3HF5O

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-past-life-as-a-dung-beetle-lk-hatchett/1122768575

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/my-past-life-as-a-dung-beetle

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1047811384

This story was edited by Michelle Browne at Magpie Editing.
 
Thanks for stopping by!


Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Covet Blog Tour: Author Interview





Hiding in an isolated Newfoundland outport, Scarlett Winters is the living bearer of the secret of immortality. Sebastian Sinclair, vampire and stealer of souls, might be her only hope to escape a deadly power struggle. But can she trust him? Caught between sacrificing her morals and betrayal by those she trusted, Scarlett will risk everything to escape...unless she dies trying.
  


Tina Traverse fell in love with writing at the age of eight when she wrote her version of the bible story, The Good Samaritan, for a homework assignment.
This love grew into a passionate affair and has been ongoing for thirty years; and there are no signs of it waning.
Though, she admits, when she was pregnant with her son Christian, the affair cooled.
Tina’s desire to write came calling once again when she needed to find a way to cope with heartbreaking news.
Christian was diagnosed with autism in 2010.
Her method of coping was to write a story about his journey called Forever, Christian.
Tina likes to joke that a girl can only write about real life for so long without jumping back into the world of make believe.
She loves to venture into the world of the supernatural; vampires and witches are her favourite!
Tina enjoys all sorts of vampires but admits that she is fascinated with the modern romantic vampire (think Twilight and The Vampire Diaries).
She is currently working on a vampire series based on her first published book, Destiny of The Vampire and has other projects in the works.
When Tina is not at the computer creating her exciting, magical worlds, she is kept on her toes by her two sons, Christian and Brandon.

Sometimes the author manages to curl up in her favourite chair with a good book.



            


1) What is your next project?
My next project is book two in the Scarlet Desire series.

2) What do you measure success to be?
For me, success is not how many books one sells or becoming the next J.K. Rowling. It’s having a dream and sticking with it through the hard times.

3) Who inspires you?
 My family, friends and my awesome editor who has encouraged and supported me into becoming a better writer.

4) Who is your favourite author?
I enjoy many of my fellow indie authors but my favourite is Stephen King. While I enjoy is novels, he’s my favourite because of his life story. Knowing how he struggled at first but kept his dream going inspires me to do the same through my own struggles.

5) Who are you as a person? Tell us things about you that are not already in your bio?
Wow, that’s a toughie. My life is an open, but short book, more like a novella actually. My bio says it all. Almost. Heh. I suffer from depression and for a while I lost interest in writing. It was seeing Stephen King’s life story on TV that inspired me to dive back into my passion.
I want to try screenwriting.
I had a dog for 20 years. He died a couple of months before my eldest son was born. I miss him every day and wish I can have another dog but my youngest is terrified of dogs.
As a young girl I spend hours dancing and singing outside on the front lawn for the captive audience of my teddy bears. When I grew into a teenager, those performances went behind a closed door.
I’m a tart for the spotlight. Which is funny because most of the time I’m shy and reserved.
I’m going to literally die from laughing. Trust me. When I laugh hard, I stop breathing for several seconds before I can regain my breath. I also can cry so hard from the laughing that my eyes swell just like if I had been upset.

Things that may or may not be true…

I keep vampires in my basement to do my bidding.
I’m a powerful witch.
A certain TV vampire actor is my secret lover.

That’s all I’m allowed to tell you about me! LOL.

I like to thank you for this interview, it was a pleasure and an honour.


Long may your jib draw!




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Saturday, May 30, 2015

QR Review: Regarding your Position as our Third Year Teacher by Sylvia Spruck Wrigley

There is a new site for short fiction that has a lot of great stories waiting to be discovered. It is called QuarterReads. I am both a reader and a writer there. As a reader, I have found numerous stories I'd love to comment on. There is no review system on QuarterReads, which I find is a good thing, especially with so much abuse of the review system on other sites. So, I've decided to start reviewing QuarterReads stories on my blogs (yes, I have two. I'll figure out the logistics later.). This is going to be fun!

The first story I'd like to present is "Regarding your Position as our Third Year Teacher" by Sylvia Spruck Wrigley. This story is written as a termination letter of the humorous misadventures of a third grade school teacher, we know only as Miss Vesta. Even more amusing is the fact that the teacher teaches at no ordinary school. Miss Vesta teaches at the School for Off-World Learning for Space Station Children.

The letter outlines a few things the teacher has done to get herself laid-off. They were so funny, I was grinning from ear to ear the entire time, even laughing out loud. The teacher wanting to impart on the third grade children of the School for Off-World Learning for Space Station Children the error of their ways, of things they cannot possibly understand (having never even been to Earth), was hilarious.

And to find out the length of the teacher's contract and how long she actually lasted was too funny!

The story is labeled as Science Fiction, but it could easily fit in the Humor (fiction) section too.

QuarterReads has a rating system of 1 to 4, with 1 being "Didn't work at all for me" and 4 being "Loved it." I give this story 4 quarters for "Loved it!"





Read the story here: https://quarterreads.com/story.php?id=250

Favorite and find more QuarterReads stories by Sylvia Spruck Wrigley here: https://quarterreads.com/writer.php?id=102

Sylvia Spruck Wrigley's Website: http://www.intrigue.co.uk/

Follow her on Twitter: @akaSylvia



Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Cover Reveal: Zombies in Love by Nora Fleishcher




Blurb:

Jack Kershaw just wants to hold on to his new job at Lisa Alioto's pizza parlor, and to keep Lisa from finding out that he's a zombie. But Jack learns that he and Lisa are in serious danger. His second chance at life is the inadvertent result of a lab experiment by two graduate students, and Winthrop University-- a school which knows how to keep its secrets-- will do anything necessary to conceal that someone on campus raised the dead. With the help of Boston's zombie horde, can Jack and Lisa escape Winthrop's sinister clutches?

Excerpt:

All the peace that had come over Jack in the morgue was gone. Even though he was jogging back to Lisa’s apartment-- and getting some strange looks because he was wearing a set of scrubs and a pair of flip-flops he’d liberated from the hospital-- he felt a terrible restlessness. Like he couldn’t be still, ever again.

No, that wasn’t it-- he felt the sort of prickly awareness of a mouse being watched by a owl. It felt as though something was after him, something with a stride matching his own, something that reached out with a pale cold hand...

He reached the door of Lisa’s apartment, thudded up the stairs, and pounded at the closed door. She opened it like she’d been waiting next to it for hours. Out the door came the rosy scent of her body, the heat of her, and in the center of the candle flame, Lisa’s beautiful daredevil smile.

"You're back! How'd it go? I dropped off the satchel, just like we planned, and the guy seemed to know exactly what it was for," she said. He followed her in. "I’ve never done anything like that in my life. Wasn’t that crazy, wasn’t that wild?"

"Stick with me, honey," he said. "We’ll have fun."

She smiled and squeezed his bare upper arm roughly enough for him to feel it. Heat seared his cold skin. "And tomorrow, we go back to work, and I know I’m going to be standing there, giving people their pizza and thinking, ‘All you people, you don’t know a damn thing about me, you don’t know what I’ve been up to.’ Me and my secret life."

And then it all made sense. He knew what he wanted. He reached up and kissed her. For a moment she seemed surprised, but then she pressed closer to him, and he became aware of how thin his scrubs were, and that her body heat flew through them as if he were naked. And the way her mouth tasted! He could feel it over his tongue, the unique taste of her body, as if it was sinking into his body, changing all of his cells, drawing a little of her into him, forever...

"You smell like lilacs," he said, "did I ever tell you that? Like lilacs and cinnamon. And you’re so warm."





Bio: Nora Fleischer has a PhD from Winthrop University, and promises every word of this story is true. She lives in Minneapolis with her lovable husband Sven and children Wolfgang and Anastasia. She’s on Twitter as @zombinanora and blogs (sometimes) at norafleischer.livejournal.com.



The book is available at http://www.amazon.com/Zombies-Love-Nora-Fleischer-ebook/dp/B00NUA5CJQ/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8


Thursday, May 29, 2014

GUARDIAN - Release Day!



GUARDIAN (Proxy, #2) by Alex London Release Date: May 29, 2014 Hardcover, 352 pages Publisher: Philomel Genre: YA / Dystopian / LGBT
The pulse-pounding sequel to Proxy! Inspired by The Whipping Boy and Feed, this adrenaline-fueled thriller will appeal to fans of The Hunger Games and Divergent.
In the new world led by the Rebooters, former Proxy Syd is the figurehead of the Revolution, beloved by some and hated by others. Liam, a seventeen-year-old Rebooter, is Syd’s bodyguard and must protect him with his life. But armed Machinists aren’t the only danger.
People are falling ill—their veins show through their skin, they find it hard to speak, and sores erupt all over their bodies. Guardians, the violent enforcers of the old system, are hit first, and the government does nothing to help. The old elites fall next, and in the face of an indifferent government, Syd decides it’s up to him to find a cure . . . and what he discovers leaves him stunned.
This heart-stopping thriller is packed with action, adventure, and heroics. Guardian will leave you breathless until the final page.
A fast-paced, thrill-ride of novel full of non-stop action, heart-hammering suspense and true friendship—just as moving as it is exhilarating. Fans of Anthony Horowitz's Alex Rider series, James Dashner's Maze Runner, Patrick Ness's Chaos Walking series, and Marie Lu's Legend trilogy will be swept away by this story.


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Chapter One – GUARDIAN by Alex London
At night, they disposed of the bodies. There was no ceremony, no ritual, no remembrance.
“They’re human,” some argued.
“They were human,” said others. “Now they’re meat.”
“We have to study the infection,” said the doctor.
“We have to contain it,” said the counselor and gave her orders. “Burn the bodies.”
A work detail was tasked with the burning. One by one, in the dead of night, green uniforms with white masks hauled corpses to the pile. The corpses were webbed with black veins, their entire network of blood vessels visible through the pale skin. Dried blood obscured their faces and each had a single hole in the temple by the eyes, where the killing bolt went in. They were put down like livestock, burned like sacrifices.
As the bodies crackled, the doctor watched the flames, her face half in shadow, half dancing in firelight. “I believe there is a cure for this,” she said.
The counselor, standing beside her, nodded, but did not turn to look her way. “Your cure is worse than the disease.”
“You believe that?”
“It’s the truth. Your way is treason.”
“You’re in denial,” the doctor said. “This is going to get worse if we don’t stop it.”
“It’s a new world, Doctor,” the counselor replied. “We can’t turn back the clock.”
“Even to save people’s lives?”
“These”—the counselor gestured at the bodies—“are not people.”
“If it spreads?”
“Is it spreading?”
The doctor watched the young members of the work detail tossing the bodies on the pyre. They moved with the assurance of youth, the kind of attitude that allowed them to stare infection and death in the face and believe it would never touch them. “I don’t know.”
“It is your job to know.”
“I can hardly understand it. The blood turns against the body. Itching, burning. Then, expulsion. Half of them bleed out.”
“And the other half?”
The doctor clenched her jaw. “They haven’t bled out yet.”
“They are in pain?”
“They can’t communicate, but we have to restrain them to keep them from scratching their skin off with their fingernails.” The doctor sighed. “So, yes, they are in pain.”
“Put them out of their misery,” the counselor ordered.
“But, we can still learn—”
“Those are the orders.” The counselor walked away, two green uniforms trailing her into the jungle. The doctor took off her white smock, pulled the blue gloves from her hands with a loud synthetic snap, and stood before the flames. She watched her latest failed experiments turn to smoke and ash in the bonfire, every bit of blood boiled away, with all the information it might have contained.
She had ideas, dangerous to share; but if she didn’t find a way, she feared, this sickness would go further than any of them could imagine. She would record a message in case she failed. She hoped that someone would still be alive to receive it.
Read the Exclusive 3 Chapters from London’s new release, GUARDIAN here: http://bit.ly/SgMw3b 
You can read the short story PUNISHMENT, the PROXY prequel on Wattpad for free right now! Meet Syd, Knox, and Liam (from Guardian) at 15... http://w.tt/1mtouLm
C. Alexander London grew up in Baltimore, Maryland. He's an author of nonfiction for grown-ups (under a slightly different not very secret name), books for teens (as Alex London...see above), and, younger readers. He once won a 12-gauge skeet-shooting tournament because no one else had signed up in his age group. He's a Master SCUBA diver who hasn't been diving in way too long, and, most excitingly, a fully licensed librarian. He used to know the Dewey Decimal System from memory.

He doesn't anymore.
While traveling as a journalist, he watched television in 23 countries (Burmese soap operas were the most confusing; Cuban news reports were the most dull), survived an erupting volcano in the Democratic Republic of Congo, a hurricane on small island in the Caribbean, 4 civil wars (one of them was over by the time he got there, thankfully), and a mysterious bite on his little toe in the jungles of Thailand. The bite got infected and swollen and gross and gave him a deep mistrust of lizards, even though it probably wasn't a lizard that bit him.
Although he has had many adventures, he really does prefer curling up on the couch and watching some good television or reading a book. He enjoys danger and intrigue far more when it's happening to somebody else.
He lives in Brooklyn, NY.
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