Episode 005: J.J. Shurte

  https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-cf68f-97a714 Welcome to episode 005 of From the Wastes.  I chat with J.J. Shurte, author and writer of Days Too Dark, a post-apocalytpic tale of a future Australia that has literally been turned upside down.  We talk about his book as well as PA video games, movies, and television shows.  I keep bringing up …

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Episode 004: Arthur Walker

  https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-z7w3i-94487a Episode 004 of From the Wastes...  it was my honor to talk to Arthur H. Walker, creator of the science fiction/dystopian/biopunk series, the Uroboros Saga.  His books quickly became some of my favorites among the indieauthor world. Arthur is also involved in the gamedev arena, poking pixels into proper shapes, and crafting user experiences for games …

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I was interviewed by Quiet Earth!

And I'll tell ya why that's a big deal to me.  Back in the early 00's, Quiet Earth was THE website to find out the latest news concerning post-apocalyptic media.  It's where I went to see what the newest movies were as well as read reviews of PA flicks from the past.  Between it and …

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Attack of the Killer B’s…

  Back in 1992-1993, I was stationed at Ft. Carson, CO.  Assigned to a small Cavalry Squadron, attached to the 4th Infantry Division. While it was normal for us to party on Friday nights only as soldiers can, my Saturday nights were dedicated to sitting in front of my TV with a pint of New …

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There was nothing left, just dust and stars…

The man who I called a friend even though we’d never met… I miss him terribly.

Walking Widdershins

A dear friend, David, passed away on the 22nd of November, and the days since then have been a slow calming of the disquiet. A yawning void has been growing, and it’s difficult to come to terms with the fact that there will no longer be any words sent when inspired, no more sliding in on lightbeams, or dialing in from the Sky Bunker. No more tales and photos from his travels. No more exhilarating surprise of finding a hand written letter in the mail, with his (sometimes hardly legible) scrawl and doodles. He was brilliant, kind, and funny. I would swear that he could make a friend out of anyone who crossed paths with him. The outpouring of love, and happy memories shared in the wake of his death are proof of that.
He will be missed by all that knew him, and remembered always.

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