I grew up in southern California in the 80s. Yes, I am a walking cliche.

Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us.

I am not responsible for actions of the imaginary version of me you have inside your head.

The story of how I left Huckleberry begins -- as do all worthy stories -- with a goat

The Scooby gang doesn't travel because they are looking for crimes to solve. They travel because they're one step ahead of the deprogrammers. Somehow, Fred's got them all snookered. It probably has something to do with the Scooby Snacks.

I both love and am terrified by Greg Van Eekhout's vision of Los Angeles. I already want to go back.

If your social consciousness seems stuck in 1975, 2014 is gonna be a rough ride.