Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘getting old’

Some luck

May 3rd, 2019

Today marks the thirteenth year since I got it into my head to start Armagideon Time, and what a year it has been. I’ve continued to stagger along, the same way this site continues to stagger along. That’s no complaint. It’s a pretty remarkable accomplishment considering the circumstances. A big thanks to all of you […]

Last dance, last chance

March 22nd, 2019

Given the amount of mental real estate I have dedicated to 1979 as a weird, wild watershed of a year, the realization that we’ve hit its four-decade, round number anniversary only occurred to me this morning. The simple math was there, but my brain never made the connection. To commemorate this milestone, let’s take a […]

Trade-in: Prologue

February 13th, 2019

My grandmother’s passing last year forced me to confront a situation I’d been kicking down the road for two decades. During the years I lived under her roof, I’d treated the attic as a catchbasin for whatever overflow needed to be shifted from my room — boxes upon boxes of paperback potboilers and old textbooks, […]

Funeral party like it’s

January 24th, 2019

On being a highlight reel of items from the January 1999 issue of Spin, which will induce crippling existential dread in folks of above a certain age and utter bafflement in those below it. Management assumes no responsibility for any incidents of spontaneous desiccation that may occur.

The softer side

November 29th, 2018

I have a lot of feelings about the protracted demise of Sears. It’s sad to watch an icon implode, especially one that occupied such a prominent place in both cultural sphere and my formative years. There’s been a odd symmetry to witnessing my grandmother’s death and the shuttering of the former retail titan in space […]

I’ve written about the “death of Disco” more than a few times over the course of Armagideon Time’s lifespan. Though not as flashy a topic as z-list funnybook characters or Atomic Age anxieties, that fad’s late Seventies flameout touches upon several points of retrological interest. Disco bubbled up from the fringes of pop culture, steamrolled […]

When I embarked on AT’s first Halloween Countdown, I used to this day to commemorate Maura’s and my second wedding anniversary. This post commemorates our fourteenth. Time goes by so rapidly, but the love is eternal. Recommended listening:

My grandmother passed away yesterday morning. It was sudden, but not unexpected. If you’ve read the autobio stuff I’ve written here, you’ll know she had been a huge part of my life from infancy right up through adulthood. I’ll probably have more to say about it in the near future, but I’m too busy trying […]

And I never did

March 15th, 2018

The first Toys R Us I ever visited was the one at the North Shore Mall. The mall also housed the only barbershop my grandfather trusted to cut his hair. On the third Saturday of the month, he’d load himself, my grandmother, Lil Bro and me into his oversized tan Chevy and make the long […]

Forty-six

March 13th, 2018

I spent my twenty-first birthday snowed in by a massive nor’easter. Twenty-five years later history has repeated itself. That’s about it, except to wish the happiest of birthday’s to good pal and fellow 313′er Mike Sterling and maybe remind you to check the first comment of this post before the week is up.

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