Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
This Weight Upon My Shoulders
Every couple of weeks or so I go through a spell of feeling like the weight of the world is resting solidly on my shoulders. During these times I feel tired and overwhelmed, certain that I'm doing too many things, that my hands are in too many projects. These are the...
Responsive Design
I've been playing around quite a bit with responsive web design the last few days as a result of a recent client requesting their new site be mobile-friendly. I've had to read up quite a bit on responsive design, but I've learned a lot both about what makes it a...
Backing Slowly Away From Facebook
So, everyone knows that Facebook has been on a tear the last couple of years to force their user base to use Facebook the way they think you should use it. (Right? This is pretty much common knowledge at this point, yes?) Every design update and developmental decision...
Fiction
Grim Destruction
Malika took the creature’s arms in two quick strokes, toying with the monster in an almost vindictive manner. Then she followed it up with a blindingly fast sweep, lopping the deathless’ head from its shoulders, banishing it back to Ashmar.
Duty and Death
Orthael had seen more than enough of the Dead for one lifetime by the time he had left the paladins for the quiet contemplation of a vicarage. It had been a blessing and joy to focus his mind anew on the sacred duties of sermon and visitation.
Grim Determination
Moments later, Malika stepped from the forest and stopped at the top of the hill looking down over her village.