MrNepathy's Blog

In the interest of full disclosure, I should point out that I know Jonah Knight. His wife, Lisa, has been a friend of mine since high school. When asked about writing a review for his album, I was a little hesitant at first because it’s a little hard not to be biased. Or hard to be honest, if you’re timid. (more…)

I was doing a seven-million-dollar bid at work and while on a conference call that was mostly about biking strategies followed by thirty seconds of, “oh by the way, bid like this…” when I heard reference to a bid we had just won through Bacon World. Bacon World is a big third party that controls quite a lot of business. Another analyst had done a bid through Bacon World for Chuck’s Waffle Hut. Chuck’s Waffle Hut is some company you’ve probably never heard of, but you all probably have waffles in your house. Maybe they’re not Chuck brand, but by the size of the business it’s safe to say Chuck moves a lot of waffles. (more…)

Now before you all send me angry little comments defending your precious computers and telling me that computers save lives, make things more efficient, helped put humans on Jupiter and let you master rhubarb in Farmville, I’ll remind you that they also made Jar Jar possible. ‘Nuff said.

Well not really ‘nuff said because there are more paragraphs coming, and here they are. (more…)

I won’t pretend that being born in the 1970s and growing up in the 1980s made me strong or brave. My biggest challenge was trying to figure out how to help Yar get his revenge or only having two of the Predacons which meant not being able to form Predaking. But I did grow up in a time when we still had the vague threat of nuclear annihilation. Growing up I had a poster on my wall of a mushroom cloud. To this day I’m not sure why I had it. Perhaps I had it as a testament to how I wasn’t afraid of such a thing. Maybe I had it because on some level, I actually was afraid. We had movies and novels all about the Soviets trying to launch World War III. The perceived invincibility of youth kept those fears back. Or maybe it was a simple understanding that most people, if given the choice, wouldn’t blow up the planet. (more…)

 I was sitting on the porch of the house on Kennedy Street when my brother came out to sit next to me on the bench swing. I was pushing myself by stretching out my legs to touch the railing. At the time I was five and had to tilt my feet downward so that my toes could touch. It must have looked like I was some sort of misplaced ballerina. When I put my feet down, they dangled above the porch and I would listen to the sound of the plastic tips of my shoelaces scraping on wood. (more…)

He lined up the scuff on the side of the heel of his shoe with the end of the ledge. It was his third pair of the same type of shoes. The last pair had separated at the front, the sole flapping whenever he walked. It was like some mute puppet whose only wisdom could possibly be to say not step in gum. (more…)

                Welcome to my blog. I suppose I should say a few words about it and about me. If you found this site by accident, well, I apologize for everything you’re about to read. Also, I apologize for nothing you’re about to read. Mostly this place will be used for fiction, but I’ll also throw in some reviews, some personal stuff and what my friend Dan calls, “Chicken Soup for the Nepathetic Soul.”
                 If you’re wondering what nepathy is, here is the basic definition. It’s negative caring, or basically the opposite of sympathy. For instance if you want the Olympic basketball team to win gold, you are sympathetic to the team’s goals. If you don’t care one way or another, you are apathetic. If you want the team to lose, you are nepathetic towards the team.
The funny part about nepathy is that I’m generally not nepathetic, but it’s a word I made up and when it came time to create an X-Box Live account, that’s the name I used. Then I used it for MySpace and so here we are.
Hopefully you will be entertained by what you read here.
                Special thanks to Dan who set up this whole shebang. As much of a geek as I am, I do not understand the internets. I thought HTML was the prefix for British ships up until a few months ago. I can probably still code a bit in Fortran but that’s about as useful as knowing how to fix a record player.