Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘as the twig is bent’

Home is where the chaos is

November 3rd, 2017

None of my family’s living spaces had a unified “design aesthetic” when I was growing up. My mother tried to impose a retro Thirties style on the duplex we moved into during the mid-Eighties, but the project got sidelined by the intensifying maelstrom of domestic dysfunction. Our places were decked in a catch-as-catch-can hodgepodge of […]

Every dysfunctional family is dysfunctional in its own way. There are some who hide the nightmare behind a facade of normality and others who romanticize their bizarre behaviors. My family fell into the latter category, glossing over the pain and self-destructive behaviors with a proudly bohemian narrative. It was rationalization as a form of pride, […]

(from the 11/12/1977 issue of Billboard) While the glitterati cavorted in a costumed coke-haze and New York’s finest tried to prevent a real-life disco inferno, an equally absurd scene was going down in the suburbs northwest of Boston. A downside of having an artist for parent is that you tend to find yourself serving as […]

Nothing speaks to the myriad distractions thrown in my path this October than it took three weeks for me to realize I hadn’t yet revisited an essential piece of my annual Halloween experience. Twilight Zone Magazine played a huge role in shaping my younger self’s interest in and engagement with all things horror, fantasy, and […]

When I started my ongoing autobio series about role-playing games, the plan was to cover everything. Each box set, system, module, sourcebook and so forth from my teens and early twenties would get a write-up regarding its personal significance. In practice, however, that proved to be an impossible task. There were a number of items […]

While I was up surveying my grandma’s attic last month, I pulled a copy of William Hope Hodgson’s The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” from my late grandpa’s stash of old fantasy novels to take home with me. I picked that book in particular because I knew Hodgson was one of my grandfather’s favorite writers, […]

The Seventies were a boom time for paranormal wankery packaged as documented truth. The stuff was ubiquitous and inescapable, and it propagated itself across every available medium. Even respectable news venues got in on the act with bits of dodgy nonsense about UFO sightings and ESP filling the gaps between reports on more mundane manifestations […]

I had an ambivalent relationship with spooky stuff as a kid. It was equal parts fascination and terror, and favored bite-sized doses over longer-form material. I didn’t have the patience to read novels or watch a full-length movie, so most of my chills and thrills came from various Scholastic Book Club anthologies, various clip shows, […]

Looking back at my RPG purchases from that year, 1989 was apparently “The Year of the Expensive Hardback.” I bought three of the damn things during those twelve months, each one wielding an outsized influence that went beyond the gaming table. While I underwent a good deal of buyer’s remorse over Realm of Chaos and […]

Despite the upheaval caused my my mother’s death, it didn’t take long for me to adjust to the new abnormal. My grandmother had the spare room done over into a proper bedroom, which I shared with Lil Bro and the one family cat we were allowed to keep. The situation felt unreal and unsettling but […]

Proudly powered by WordPress. Theme developed with WordPress Theme Generator.
Copyright © Armagideon Time. All rights reserved.