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Checking in

August 19th, 2019

…and I’m back, sort of. The past two and half weeks felt like they went by in a flash yet lasted an eternity. There were appointments to attend and pressing matters to deal with and an unexpected ear infection that blindsided me in the middle of it, but I can’t remember that last time I […]

Armagideon dad

July 29th, 2019

After a month of weekend stays, the kid — my daughter — will be permanently moving into the House on the Hillside this Friday. She’s a remarkable young woman, with each visit further reminding us how truly blessed we are for having her in our lives. I’m proud to be her “Pop.” I’m going to […]

My sixth grade yearbook is a stack of mimeographed sheets stapled between two pieces of colored construction paper. My entry for the front cover illustration — a row of inelegantly rendered arcade cabinets with “GAME OVER” scrawled above them — didn’t get the top prize but did make it onto the final page. The document […]

Getting to know her

July 17th, 2019

The kid likes leaving notes for people. The kid likes Dig Dug, and wears a Tiny Arcade machine I got her on a lanyard. The kid likes throwing one of my flannel shirts over me when she finds me napping on the sofa. The kid likes sequins. And glue guns. And canvases to which she […]

Gaming the cube

July 9th, 2019

In November 2001, Lil Bro issued me an ultimatum regarding the fate of his former ride, a rusted out 1990 Olds Cutlass. The car had previously belonged to our grandmother, and had seen Lil Bro through his grad school years and a cross-country road trip. After he got married and moved into neighborhood where parking […]

It was the week that put the work in “working vacation — eight days to finish getting the house in order before the Kid’s first overnight stay with us. It was also the first truly sweltering stretch of the season, coming right on the heels of having four of my teeth extracted. By the time […]

Twist and grind

June 20th, 2019

Rotten teeth have been part of my brand since the earliest days of this site, when I live-blogged my way through an abscess and subsequent root canal (while a bunch of regular commenters begged me to stop). I didn’t visit a dentist until I was almost seventeen, and only inconsistently after that. Either money was […]

By my entirely subjective standards, there are few albums as “essential” as Belly’s Star. The fancy-pants 180-gram double-LP reissue of the band’s 1993 debut was one of my first “new” vinyl acquisitions, which was covered (among other tangential ramblings) in a previous post. It has also been spun a grand total of four or five […]

An 1982 article about John Carpenter’s reaction to The Thing‘s disappointing box office results has been making the social media rounds, with all the “what fools those ancients were” commentary one has come to expect on these occasions. The gist of it is true. The movie — along with fellow Class of ’82 alums Tron […]

“There is always a disco version.” That qualified truism became a recurring in-joke in our house last autumn, as my excavation of childhood nostalgia hit a rich vein of film and TV soundtrack singles from the latter half of the 1970s. The film-score-to-dance-floor phenomenon didn’t start with Meco’s “Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band,” but the stratospheric […]

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