This year, RV purchases went wild and prices soared astronomically. #VanLife is trending. People are working remote, thinking about their options. It’s the post-COVID normal. But if you’re living and working in the great outdoors like me, the surge of new, inexperienced campers has posed some unique challenges…
Far from an inconvenient mess, the ordeals all become part of the adventure. New experiences, new places, new faces, a few risks along the way – that’s the life we’ve chosen, the nomad life.
I’m not an alarmist. And I don’t seek my answers from political pundits in matters of health and safety. I have my own biases, certainly. But when it comes to critically evaluating information, I seek the truth.
The truth is, I can’t go home….
Free, transparent systems are the future. Control is achieved through opacity. An open society will set us free. But you can be free now…
With the West engulfed in flames, everywhere in between a Petri dish of toxicity, our once leisurely travel across the formerly United States more resembles a sequel to Fury Road…
A little embarrassing, but I just logged into ye olde website and saw my last post was in April with the release of Crimson Son 4: Legacy. As I type, I’m also noticing WordPress has seriously updated their interface. It’s… Read More ›
Stardate ???????? My absence requires a long and difficult explanation. I only hope the higher-ups at Starfleet will look favorably on my past record. My hope is that I shall not be deemed unfit for duty. Our first sign of… Read More ›
Universal translators are a fickle thing. Yes, they can provide a literal translation but they can’t revise and rearrange ideas. Anytime a maintenance query or systems report request begins with “Shaka, when the walls fell,” I’m out.
Captain’s Log, Stardate 100618 “We’re dead in the water. That,” I said, pointing to the umbilical linked to our dock, “is the only thing keeping us alive.” The situation since Farpoint Bronson had become dire. Our dilthium crystals drained, our… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 092918 Having barely escaped our encounter at Farpoint Bronson, we set a course for Federation space. As we departed, our antimatter clones watched with interest, their minds calculating, conspiring, but what? Our impulse engines humming just outside… Read More ›
RUSS LINTON 