Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘as the twig is bent’

As distressing as recent events have been, I think it’s time to return to the Feature That Refuses to Die with a character who exemplifies the kinder, gentler side of Nobody’s Favorites…. …the splendorous Stingray. The second-rate scourge of sea-borne villainy started his career as Walter Newell, a government scientist and surface-dwelling pal of the […]

Leech and I first crossed paths with the Lone Punk in the spring of 1992, shortly before our friendship-ending blow-up. We were passing through the cafeteria on the third floor of Wheatley Hall (since converted into the school’s “Venture Capital Center”) when we spotted him eating alone at a corner table. Being two of the […]

Know thy self, inc.

February 22nd, 2017

I’ve been dicking around on the internet for almost twenty-five years now. In that time, I’ve seen multiple childhood mysteries clarified by either active searches or chance encounters. Stuff that was once confined to the realm of hazy memory or dismissed as ancient fever dreams have been given names faces, titles or — occasionally — […]

The last Noel

December 23rd, 2016

The 1987 holiday season was the last one I spent with my mother, and gave every impression of becoming the worst Christmas ever. My father was away at the time, sent up to a court-mandated stay at a rehab facility after a cop found him pulled over on a roadside. My dad was trying to […]

Have a mellow, jello Christmas

December 19th, 2016

A good percentage of my childhood comics collection came from flea markets, this site where the unsalable overstock of the still-unfolding Bronze Age was dumped into battered longboxes and sold for two bits a pop. New issues were a prized rarity — and a double-edged sword, because a cliff-hanger ending could leave one dangling for […]

A scar is born

September 29th, 2016

On the left side of my head, erectile right below my hairline, treatment resides a prominent scar in the shape of a lopsided “v.” It’s most noticeable after I get my gradually graying locks buzzed, as it surrounded by a hair-denuded halo that makes me look like I’m sporting an asymmetric widow’s peak. The scar […]

In the corner of my grandma’s attic rest two storage crates which contain roughly two decades’ worth of my life as an RPG player. Barring some victims of entropic attrition or deliberate destruction, health it’s all in there: well-thumbed rulebooks, pilule grease-stained character sheets, smudged graph paper maps, and all the other detritus that comes […]

We’re down to the last couple of bolts in this particular quiver, approved so let’s start wrapping things up with a look at the literature that shaped the most formative year of my childhood. The top of that particular heap was Twilight Zone Magazine, purchased with scrounged pocket change at the convenience store across from […]

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