Unknowingly, I have become a big fan of ancient technology. After my mother passed away a couple of years ago, I inherited a few items that were incredibly sentimental. And because I’m a huge fan of nostalgia, I embraced them… Continue Reading →
When I was in high school, I worked at Video Quest, a small video rental store in my hometown. This was back before streaming services put thousands of movies at your fingertips. If you wanted to watch a movie, you… Continue Reading →
There was a night in college when my best friend showed up at my door, convinced he had cracked the code to winning back his ex-girlfriend. His plan was, in his words, “bulletproof.” We would drive to Myrtle Beach, stake… Continue Reading →
I was maybe 10 years old when I stumbled onto late-night cable TV. Not the stuff my parents wanted me watching, the weird margins of programming that existed between midnight and 4 a.m. Infomercials bleeding into public access. Commercials that… Continue Reading →
Every horror fan has one of those nights where you scroll endlessly through streaming services looking for something you’ve never seen before. You know the drill: The title catches your eye, the poster looks creepy cool enough and you think… Continue Reading →
Ever had a dream that is just completely crazy, yet vivid as a memory? Everything feels normal while it’s happening and only reveals its full insanity the second you wake up. In my dream (and I remember it so well),… Continue Reading →
I’m a huge fan of nostalgia. I love it, I overvalue it, but at least I’ll admit it. And as a Child of the ’80s who grew up without basic cable, I gleaned my sense of humor through Saturday Night… Continue Reading →
I have a long, complicated history with group projects. Not the school kind, where some kid named Kyle shows up with nothing but a Capri-Sun and the confidence of a man who did zero work, but the adult kind: meetings,… Continue Reading →
If you thought Napolean Dynamite was outrageous back in the day, but you were wondering what those types of characters were up to after high school, it’s time to take a trip to Tapawingo, where the small-town charm of a… Continue Reading →
I have been cleaning out my old house lately, the kind of slow-and-dusty process that sends you drifting down memory lanes you did not even know were still open. In one of the back closets, I found a stack of… Continue Reading →