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My introduction to the wonderful marginally adequate world of Charlton Comics came by way of a stray issue of Judomaster passed onto me by Uncle Steven. I can’t remember the issue number or cover date (though I suspect it was a mid-Seventies reprint timed to cash in on the Kung Fu craze) or really anything […]

My purchase of the second edition Warhammer 40k box set in the autumn of 1993 was followed by the acquisition of the Dark Millennium supplement (containing shit that should’ve been in the core game), various “army books” containing unit lists and force composition rules, and a staggering array of figures and vehicles purchases through Games […]

Many moons ago, there was an enthusiastic em-pee-three blogger who leveraged the discovery of the most amazing magazine cover ever… …into a delicious but fleeting moment of fame. At the time, thay grey area gunslinger was still affectedly hip enough to lay down some irony-drenched firewalls against any insinuations that he might actually enjoy the […]

Image is everything

April 13th, 2018

It’s the spring of 1995, and I am nearing the end of an agonizingly long Green Line trip to Brookline. I’m doing it to meet a friend, one I had been estranged from for a couple of years but have recently reconnected with. In the time since we went our separate ways, he had moved […]

The second edition of Warhammer 40,000 dropped in the autumn of 1993. Unfortunately for me, Games Workshop’s pre-release hype-storm had attained its desired effect and made finding a copy of it nigh impossible for a few weeks following the game’s release. I did eventually come across one at Pandemonium Books in Harvard Square (back when […]

The little oddity that could

April 10th, 2018

Gift cards are the low-hanging fruit of holiday shopping, offering an easy out when one’s time and inspiration reserves have been depleted. “Here’s $25 for TGI Fridays!” “Thanks, here’s $25 for Target!” And thus the lateral transference of bespoke wealth carries on, sustained by a sense of obligation and the notion that gifting cash is […]

When I started assembling my list of “essential” albums to seek out on vinyl, Lush’s Gala was one on the first entries I added to it. The 1990 debut (actually a compilation of singles and the Scar “mini-LP”) by the shoegaze scenesters possesses all the qualities I look for in a record — a consistently […]

By the time the summer of 1993 rolled around, my days as an active member of UMB’s Sci-Fi Club had come to an end. I still maintained friendships with a handful of members, but disengaged from the org’s day to day business and the churning clouds of geek-drama which surrounded the Cool Dude’s ascendency to […]

Back to Wax #16: Bjorn free

April 2nd, 2018

In the late summer of 2001, I was sitting with Maura and my dad at my brother’s wedding reception on Salisbury Beach when Boston’s “More Than a Feeling” started blasting from the sound system. “I used to make fun of this kind of music,” I told my old man. “Now it makes me nostalgic.” “It’s […]

As a registered student organization, Sci-Fi Club was entitled to an annual disbursement of cash to buy “essential supplies.” The amount of the allotment was never particularly large. By the time of my second term as club president, it amounted to the grand sum of fifty bucks which could only be spent at “Boston-based” vendors. […]

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