By the 8th grade my horror movie immersion was at its zenith. I had a subscription to Fangoria and would supplement the time in-between issues with copies of Gorezone, among others. I had amassed an impressive mask collection from Halloweens past, my favorite of which was the full hea

Growing up in Southeastern Massachusetts on the border of Rhode Island meant that our kitchen cabinets were usually stocked with coffee syrup. This staple stood among the ranks of other flavorings like Nestlé Quik, Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup, and Ovaltine, all of which turned an ordina

T-shirts are a fine way to express yourself or profess your love for something. They are like bumper stickers for the torso, stating “hey, I like and/or believe in this thing.” They can help people find members of their own tribe. They can attempt to signal status, opinion

My parents walked me into kindergarten on my first day of school. I didn’t fully understand that we weren’t just visiting a new place, but that I was being surrendered to the mercy of the public school system for a long school career. I attended Kindergarten at the old A.S

Aside from the presence of the Ewoks in Return of the Jedi, most of the unrest in the Star Wars universe is generally attributed to the 1997 re-release of the altered versions of the original trilogy, the subsequent revisions made to the original trilogy, and the release of the “prequ

Having just returned from the arcade with his father, Aaron bounded up the flight of stairs that separated our apartments breathless and eager to report on the newest game cabinet on the arcade floor: “You’re this yellow mouth guy in a maze and you have to eat all these pellets and th

I met Ms. Pac-Man in a Greek restaurant that my mom was working at on one of those bring your kids to work because no one is available to babysit days. As my mom delivered gyros and souvlaki to hungry customers, I found myself in the care of a Ms. Pac-Man cocktail table with unlimited