Rich Goldsmith is the part-time dad to a zombie, ninja and video game obsessed son frighteningly close to teenager-status. Luckily, his time playing rugby prepared him for the nigh-certain pain of watching what was once a pure and innocent creature morph into a hormone-addled beast wanting naught but to empty the fridge and mope in a distressingly emo manner. Regardless, with a new wife willing to indulge his love for all things geek, a day job in PR and a home in the dark underbelly of Minneapolis, he indulges his tendency to rant about virtually any bright shiny object that catches his eye that day. Follow him on Twitter @richqb
