Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘nightmare fuel’

“What could be that scary?” you ask as you hazard a stamp and a buck forty-nine on the tantalizing offering. Four to six weeks later it arrives. The box is small, but surprisingly heavy. You grab a knife from the counter and slice open the packing tape, carefully pulling open the flaps and removing the […]

I know this text page item from The Witching Hour #54 (May 1975) sounds a little ridiculous, but I’ve done a little research…. …and it tracks. Recommended listening:

Casper: “I’m the spirit of a dead child, forced to walk this earth forever!” Bozo: “I’m the grinning, grease-painted inspiration for countless childhood nightmares!” Matty: “slip the flensing knife close to the bone and pull firmly but be sure to trap the juices in a pail for later don’t let the screams and moans bother […]

John Byrne wasn’t too thrilled with working on Alpha Flight, which probably explains why his run on the series was so damn weird and full of Cronenbergian body horror. It hasn’t aged gracefully enough to be labeled a “classic” (which, to be fair, applies to most Eighties superhero comics), but it’s still a pretty interesting […]

Image is everything

April 13th, 2018

It’s the spring of 1995, and I am nearing the end of an agonizingly long Green Line trip to Brookline. I’m doing it to meet a friend, one I had been estranged from for a couple of years but have recently reconnected with. In the time since we went our separate ways, he had moved […]

A Many-Splendored Thing: Day 28

February 28th, 2018

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A Many-Splendored Thing: Day 19

February 19th, 2018

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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 […]

“Even a hipster who is pure in heart and sips craft brews at night may become a wild-eyed southern boy when the dirtbag moon is bright.” And thus, on October 31, 1986, did the Mercury Theater’s broadcast of The War of the Worlds get bumped down to the second most horrifying thing ever to hit […]

Sold for sixty-six

June 7th, 2017

I had a few hours to spare yesterday. While I considered writing up something on the fly to celebrate that rare occurrence, my pre-post research led me down a rabbit hole which burned away an entire afternoon. The time-wasters in question were scanned copies of the 1966 Sears and J.C. Penny holiday catalogs. My original […]

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