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Journalists and marketers love to emphasize generational tags for their own nefarious (or just plain lazy) purposes, but blanket descriptors such as “boomers” or “millennials” tend to be a whole lot of hogwash. At best, these designations are useful in the way terms like “new wave” or “electronica” are useful — a handy little bit […]

The close triumvirate of Leech, Maura, and me remained tight up until the final week of the Spring 1992 semester. There were plenty of signs that things were leading up to a regrettable outcome, but most were only clear in hindsight. As Maura and I grew closer, Leech’s role transitioned from useful buffer to third […]

A Many-Splendored Thing: Day 14

February 14th, 2018

Recommended listening:

Marshmallows in the morning

February 13th, 2018

We live in an age where, for better or worse, decades worth of popcult flotsam can be revisited with a quick internet search. That weird PSA you remember from grade school? The public television edu-program you watched while home sick from school? Some power pop song that was a regional hit for all of five […]

Back to Wax #10: Twinkle twinkle

February 12th, 2018

I got into the Throwing Muses because I was sweet on a girl in high school who was a fan of the band. Though it turned out her fandom began and ended with a copy of Hunkpapa she picked up on the recommendation of some music rag, my interest in the band managed to outlive […]

As great as I’m told my memory is, things to fall through the cracks on a regular basis. This is especially true when there isn’t a Big Event to help me fix the proper sequence of events, and I don’t notice the omission until some stray stimulus eventually jars it loose. The early months of […]

From Brinstar with love

February 6th, 2018

(Today’s topic has been rattling inside my skull for a few weeks now, but pal Rusty’s latest P-Swap entry moved to action with its magnificence.) My buddy Damian was the only other kid in our junior high who owned a Sega Master System. It (alongside a shared love of Robotech and role-playing games) was the […]

Back to Wax #9: True love ways

February 5th, 2018

Our weekday evening routine tends to be fairly consistent. We get home around seven, scoop any mail or packages from the front porch, flip some lights on, and make sure the animals haven’t caused any mischief. Maura sets about prepping the critters’ food (I do the morning shift) and I grab a cold tonic from […]

Armageddon flashbacks

February 1st, 2018

My undergraduate mentor was an ex-marine who was to the extreme left of the political spectrum. He was fond of using words like “hegemonic” and warn about the day “when holy hell rains down, and I say when not if” to a bunch of undergrads who thought a class titled “The Sixties” was going to […]

My early 1992 schedule of romancing Maura and slacking off with my punk rock pal Leech didn’t leave me much time for participating in role playing games, but I did manage to keep my toes in the hobby on a more conceptual level. As successful and popular as my Warhammer Fantasy Role Play campaign had […]

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