C. Rommial Butler
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C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Life in Hades with My Oldest Daughter
In 2004 I was blessed with the first of my three children. In a way, we grew into the burgeoning new age of gaming together. I came of age in the 80s and 90s, wiling away my time first with an Atari 2600 Mom bought at a yard sale, and then moving onto the many classic Nintendo titles that still resonate with so many. By the time my daughter Phoenix was born, I was immersed in games that would have looked like Science Fiction to me at age 8 but were increasingly becoming commonplace in gaming culture. Diablo II and Morrowind were the best of the best to me at the time, and Phoenix would go on to enjoy the Elder Scrolls series just as much.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Humans
Learned Helplessness
I wrote this essay during a time when I was going through something extremely difficult which is way more common than people think and which many people still yet do not recognize as a societal problem. It’s been many years and I am still working through it, so for the sake of certain individuals who I love very much I cannot go into specifics about it, as it may adversely affect them if I am too candid. I can only point out that things are not always as they appear, and hope that these words will suffice as a general reminder that all who wander are not lost.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Humans
Trolley Problems
Hermann stood at his window, looking out on the city. A billboard right outside his apartment building advertised the incumbent President of the United States. It was an election year. Half the voting population hated the guy, half loved him. Hermann hated him and his opposition. All politicians were terrible, disgusting, pandering, lying, cheating, stealing filth in his eyes, but what was an independent to do but vote the lesser evil? Yet, this year there was no lesser evil, just pure shit. Pure shit, and Hermann was sad for the declining state of democracy.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Triad
Introduction Each video is a song which you can listen to for free. All of these songs can also be found on any streaming service, so if you like them, please add them to your playlist! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my commentaries on the music and listening to the music that inspired the commentaries!
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Beat
Christmas Music is Chinese Water Torture for the Soul
How many versions of John Lennon’s Happy Xmas (War Is Over) have to be recorded before war is actually over? I don’t know, but while John rolls over in his grave, artists will keep milking the song for Christmas cash, come hell, high water or… war.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Families
Atlantis
On the great lost island of Atlantis, of which Plato with reverence once wrote, there lived a Hermit as ancient as the ancient of days, whose name was Berm. At the edge of the island he dwelled, his hut just beyond the reach of the encroaching waves. Every day at high tide, Berm would step out of his front door, and gaze into the heavens as the water gently lapped his bare feet, and two footprints would remain, filled with the water from the receding tide.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Fiction
Wonder
Somewhere outside my window a catbird repeatedly mews its tortured cry. My backyard is a sort of aviary. There is a drainage ditch, between my yard and the houses behind me. Over the years living here I have seen many distinct birds. The catbird, for instance, I hear far more than I see, but I have caught sight of a few. Some house wrens made a nest inside my Victorian lamppost. Gulls and grackles pass through occasionally, all the way up here in Indiana. Black-capped chickadees, various woodpeckers. Tanagers, of both the summer and scarlet variety. Plenty of robins, finches, sparrows, starlings. Goldfinches usually migrate through in little flocks at some point, a wonder to watch, their bright yellow bodies darting in and out of the green foliage in the summer. There are also occasional hawks and many other birds, some I have not managed to identify. My favorites are the cardinals and the blue jays.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Humans
The House on Gray Street
“Indianapolis, Indiana. Also: India-no-place. More infamously: Naptown. Our greatest claims to fame are the Indy 500. John Dillinger. More recent, we’ve managed to field a good football team—the one we stole from Baltimore—the Colts. They won a Super Bowl back in ’06.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Horror
Ray Charles, Amazing Grace and Rommi's Wager
I cannot say for sure, as so many years have passed, but I believe it was November of 1999. I was working as an audio technician for a sound company based out of Indianapolis. One particular day two coworkers and I traveled to Richmond, Indiana with a truckload of gear to do a show about which, at the time, I was not too excited.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Beat
