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Narrative Director for video games and writer of fiction and TTRPGs. Author of A MEETING IN THE DEVIL'S HOUSE, among others. Former Ubisoft & Crytek narrative specialist, former White Wolf game developer. Lover of scotch, books, Sasquatches and cats.
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I have reached the point in my career where I prefer the simple honesty of "There is nothing on your table that interests me in the slightest" to the polite fiction of "I'll be back to buy stuff on Sunday!"

It is perhaps inevitable that the moment your slot opens up in the GenCon Housing Lottery is the moment when someone walks up to your table and says “I want to buy some books!”

When a rich man starts telling you that the workforce that made him rich is “lazy” or “poor performers” or “parasites”, he may in fact be lying.

Your job and your work are not the same thing. Never confuse the two. A good job provides a framework and direction for your work, but your work comes from you, always.

Tonight, I took an elevator ride with Lou Ferrigno. I did not acknowledge that I recognized him. I did not ask him for an autograph. I simply directed an older gentleman with a bunch of luggage to the elevator, as I would have anyone else, and rode up to the 4th floor with him in polite silence.

New Squatch, who dis?

Racked up and ready to go at Ret-Con!

Who am I going to see at Ret-Con this weekend? www.ret-con.org

“I support getting rid of government waste” is the new “Eggs are too expensive”, because that whole “eggs” thing isn’t really working out for them.

A rubicon has been crossed. I have placed the first batch of leftover Chinese food in my new refrigerator. It is truly mine now.

Really happy to say that the GoFundMe I've been running to help my friend, the super-talented writer and artist Angi Shearstone out has reached goal! Thank you to everyone who supported it! And if you haven't chipped in and you feel like it, it's not too late :-) gofund.me/3b8ec667

Why the fuck does Muskrat even care about the IRS? It’s not like the fucker actually pays any taxes.

Cool unexpected thing happening: A theater troupe in Texas is putting on a play based on The Lion and the Aardvark, an anthology of modern fables that includes my story "The Unicorn at the Soiree". If you're in the neighborhood, check it out! www.newvoicesdfw.org/upcomingshow...

Muskletrumpskin appear to have resolved the border issue by turning America into a country no one wants to come to. Well done, fellas.

Things I Did Not Expect To See Yesterday: A Johnny Cash-themed bathroom. I felt kind of judged. And no, I did NOT take pictures, you filthy degenerates.

That….was one hell of a concert.

Rock Show time at the 40 Watt Club in Athens, GA

I may have bought some art at the Nuci’s Space charity auction today. Some very large art. I regret nothing.

I remain inordinately proud of the fact that I snuck a Drive-By Truckers reference into a Tom Clancy-branded novel.

Downside of a 5 1/2 hour solo drive: I should not be left alone with my thoughts in a place where I cannot immediately turn them into writing. That stuff gets real dark, real quick.

Back home just long enough to swap out laundry and grab caffeine. Next stop, Athens Georgia for the Rock Show.

Philadelphia. Mission accomplished.

Hey Albany: I don’t mean to alarm you, but you appear to have a giant BDSM-themed katamari in your airport. Just thought I’d mention it.

Headed home from Albany today. When I hit ground at RDU, I am then immediately hopping in my car and driving to Athens, GA for the Drive-By Truckers’ HeAthens Homecoming celebration, because deep down, I still think I am 27 years old and immortal. (I know better. Just don’t remind me.)

Deeply vexed that my moments of greatest personal happiness and professional fulfillment come as the country is being vivisected by a flabby ketamine addict Nazi and a senile Russian sock puppet.

My girlfriend just brought me a cheese plate to sustain me though my morning meetings. I am the luckiest man on this earth.

Re-watched Lord of the Rings: War of the Rohirrim last night and it is clear that the fundamental lesson of that movie is “strangle the incel when you get the chance”.

The moment when your lady fair chooses to join you on a magical journey into the realm of cheese…

I would like to thank the members of the sports media whose first reaction to the Eagles winning the Super Bowl was to reach for the “Philly fans threw snowballs at Santa Claus!” angle. It’s nice to have something in this world you can always rely on.

To all the sportswriters out there who said you couldn’t bring yourself to pick against Mahomes because he just doesn’t lose, I have some good news for you….

Last two thoughts on the Super Bowl before gametime: 1-May the Chiefs be guided in word and deed by the spirit of Marty Schottenheimer. 2-Great googly moogly. If you know, you know.

I have been getting blurbs back on my book on being a game writer from some peers whose work I admire and respect immensely. It is simultaneously a humbling and an uplifting experience.

Have read roughly 500 analysis pieces on the Super Bowl. 498 of them say “The Eagles have a better team and a deeper roster so I’m picking the Chiefs.” The other two were written in Philly.

Valentine’s Day presents from my amazing girlfriend. Yeah, she really, really gets me.

…the moment you realize it has been well over a decade since the last time you wore your winter coat and you may have put on some weight since then.

My girlfriend gets me.

Think they’re going to try to ban this next?

Have reached the “I hope we land soon because I am a middle aged man and you gave me fluids an hour ago” portion of the flight.

Wandering through the Charlotte airport calling out “Fly, Eagles, Fly!” to random passersby wearing Philadelphia Eagles gear. Have gotten a smile and a “Go Birds!” from every single one of them.

On my way to the frozen north!