This damn Hitchcock obsession
Alfred Hitchcock is the Shakespeare of the twentieth century.
I've been saying so for years, and now it's starting to catch on with others. I discovered Hitch when I was 12 and by the time I was 17 I was a full-on geek. After all these years, I'm committed. (Or I should be. Rimshot!) Check out the blog that critics say "pulls together the pieces in a way that provokes one "aha!" moment after another."
Turns out I'm not alone in my geekery. In 2010, I started a Facebook page dedicated to the Master. Last time I checked, it'd grown to over 200,000 fans.
Some of it's short, some of it's long, some of it's funny (I think), some really isn't. But the nice people at McSweeney's, Commerce Magazine, the Oregonian, Beliefnet and elsewhere publish my work from time to time. Pour yourself a tall one and start with my McSweeney's List of Secure Website Authentification Questions.
I self-publish random thoughts on medium.com. Here's a short piece about an easy way to save a salmon's life with just the flip of a switch.
This is my special blog for cult survivors, especially former Jehovah's Witnesses, of which I am one. Thousands have been disfellowshipped by this community for infractions as minor as questioning the decisions of its central Governing Body. This ritual shunning turns children against parents, ruins marriages and has even led to suicide. If you've experienced such religious abuse, you might be thinking about how to cope with all that anger. This could be a good place to start.