Some kids wanted to be astronauts.
Some kids wanted to be cowboys.
Me?

I wanted to be a Ghostbuster.

And I don’t mean that as a casual fan thing. I mean that in the “this is a core piece of my soul” kind of way. When that movie dropped in 1984, it didn’t just entertain me—it possessed me. It gave me a roadmap. A belief. A blueprint for what kind of man I might become.

Not a superhero. Not a soldier. But a weird, stubborn, creative ghost hunter with a smirk and a homemade particle thrower.

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The Power of the Paranormal Everyman

Ghostbusters taught me that you don’t have to be a chosen one to change the world.
You can be a snarky, underfunded scientist with a dream and still take on the apocalypse.

That stuck.

And honestly? It’s the same spirit that’s behind everything I’m doing now. Eerie Entertainment. Maxwell Marx. The novel. The audio stream. The logo. The lore. It’s not a brand—it’s a containment grid for every strange, inspired, and haunted idea that’s ever followed me home.

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From the Field to the Fiction

Here’s the twist: I spent a good chunk of my life doing real paranormal investigations. And while I still love watching those ghost clips online, I’ve let go of that need to chase. It’s not where my passion lives anymore.

Because somewhere along the way, I realized—

I don’t need to go looking for ghosts.

I’ve been building a home for them all along.

And that’s what Ghostbusters was always about for me. Not busting ghosts.
But giving them a place to belong—in a story, in a symbol, in something that lives beyond us.

So yeah. They still own me.

And maybe, just maybe…
That’s the point.

Jim 04/21/2025