Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘existential dread’

On days like today, when faced with real-life horrors perpetrated by real-life monsters, it can be difficult to indulge in silly frivolities about ghosts and ghoulies. I’ve whistled past plenty of graveyards in my limetime, but the sheer enormity of events can overwhelm even the most centered (or jaded) of us. I start wondering “what […]

All the reminiscing about the “good” old days lately has set my thoughts wandering into some weird and uncomfortable territory. Dredge a stagnant pool and all manner of stink is going to surface. In my case, it’s a lot of painfully embarrassing crap reeking of ancient regret. It’s stuff had been resolved — for better […]

Do you remember?

September 14th, 2017

Hüsker Dü filled the same niche for me that Depeche Mode or the Cure filled for other alt-leaning Gen X teens, a vicarious vehicle for the sentimental side of adolescent angst. I discovered them through an episode of 21 Jump Street, where a promo poster for Zen Arcade hung prominently in a safe-for-TV “punk rock” […]

The two months following my mother’s death felt longer than the sixteen years before it and the twenty-nine years since. The psychic wound was so raw, the trauma so unprecedented, that even the the most minute details permanently imprinted themselves into my memory. I spent the night of her death at a paternal aunt’s house, […]

By the end of the past spring, my K-Tel obsession had lost a good deal of its momentum. I’d already picked up the most obvious and essential compilations and my interest had started to drift toward cowpunk and Paisley Underground obscurities that went overlooked during my Nineties vinyl collecting days. The few K-Tel releases I […]

The autumn of 1988 was an oasis of calm before the impending shitstorm. My family’s dysfunctions had metastasized into a weird state of equilibrium. My mother was still a basket case and my father was still out of control, but there was a sense that the situation had leveled out just enough for me to […]

While 1987 had been a non-stop shopping spree of (mostly ill-advised) game purchases, 1988 ended up being very subdued on that front. My family’s dysfunctions had begun to enter their terminal phase, marked by violent outbursts which made me increasingly reluctant to have friends over. Money became tight. My brother and I lost the paper […]

It’s time for the entry I’ve been dreading since I first embarked on this feature. It has little to do with the game in question and everything to do with the historical context. In the latter half of 1987, my dad got busted for drunken driving. He wasn’t technically operating the vehicle when it happened. […]

I know all this and more

April 29th, 2017

Sometime during the summer of 2005, Maura spotted a tuxedo kitten with a white nub on the tail beating the living shit out of one of our blackberry brambles. We named her Nubby, and set out a dish of whatever cat-acceptable things we had in the fridge. Nubby must’ve been satisfied with the ad hoc […]

“I stayed up last night reading William Blake poems to my dying cat” sounds like the stuff of satire, a dig at the pseudo-intellectual affectations of the hipster class. Yet it’s the truth, though the cause of it was incidentally pedestrian. Lil Baby Setzer has hung in there longer than we’d anticipated upon hearing her […]

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