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Signal Drift: Chapter 1

Signal Drift: Chapter 1

The hiss of the transmitter filled the small, cluttered room, a soft white noise that never quite went silent. Cronauer sat hunched over the control board, fingers absently tapping dials he could adjust in his sleep. The battered mixing console still bore the...
Digital Molotov Cocktail

Digital Molotov Cocktail

If you’ve been on the Rolling with Scissors website in the past couple days, you might’ve seen the 4/20 post. If not? Well, let me guess—you rely on Instagram to tell you what’s new. And Instagram, being the perfect little content cop it is, decided you didn’t need to...
Above My Security Clearance

Above My Security Clearance

This one’s hard. It’s been floating around in my head for a couple of days now, and I honestly wasn’t sure if it belonged on the blog. But the Life in the Studio section has become more than just behind-the-scenes snapshots—it’s also a space for me to talk about...
Where Are My Glasses, Apple?

Where Are My Glasses, Apple?

Let me start with a confession: I assumed by now—in the year 2025—we’d be living in a world where I could walk down the street, glance through my glasses, and read a text message. Or check my email. Or pull up a map on my face like some cyberpunk badass. Not in an...