Hi, I'm Simon Reynolds. To look at me, through what could be characterized as a gaunt exterior, lanky brown mop, baby blues, and stick figure frame on a 5'9" body, one wouldn't think me to be a writer. Which is what I am...columnist and occasional investigative journalist at that. No, they would see the geek gamer, often not looking beyond his blank stare and uncertain gaze. Not that I think myself uncertain, but I've heard the talk. While that assumption too is true, I am more. Video games have comprised about half my life: beta testing, playing, collecting, reviewing...it’s what turned me on to column writing about cyber liberties and any endangerment to the virtual worlds I hold so dear, which in turn led to the my need for investigation of said violations.

While half of my life has been spent online and in front of a console, the other half has been spent revolving around small city living and everything incorporated in a rural town...my occasional “Western slang” and country boy way of speaking occasionally shows up in my writing. I've known the ways of no privacy and everyone knowing each other’s business. They know all about my tendencies to sit in front of a screen for hours on end, either in deep concentration or
a mild depressive state. My life as a journalist is slow. I do what I can when I can, but sometimes months will go by before a decent hit.
In my writing I tell what I see, comment on that. Don't know if I have the persepective on everything right, but I call things as I see them. If there’s a story to tell, nothing will keep me from it. That is where I certainly don't go wrong. No lead will go left untraced, no story left untold. Perrsistence is key. I’ll go until I can’t go anymore, and then will find someone
to carry me the rest of the way. Until then I ponder, locked away until the next break catches up.