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 →
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 →
My love for campy horror runs deep. I mean, the kind of movies that know exactly what they are and never try to pretend otherwise. They are loud, messy, ridiculous and completely unconcerned with being taken seriously. These films are… 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 →