I have not been idle during my long hiatus from Armagideon Time. In fact, a good part of my free time has been spent dabbling in a form of digital necromancy, pulling and salvaging interesting and otherwise “lost” bits from a stream of block VHS-to-digital transfers that have been getting dumped onto the Internet Archive. […]

Confession time: I cannot stand having makeup or any form of goop applied to my face. It’s one of my odd sensory tics and got me into loads of trouble when I was a young tyke and would scream and hide behind the plaid orange sofa when my artist mom wanted to apply the finishing […]

  (from “The Second Death of the Spectre” in Adventure Comics #440, July-August 1975; by Michael Fleisher and Jim Aparo) Testing… Testing… Is this thing still on? Sigh. If nothing else, the thick veneer of dust and curtains of cobwebs which have accumulated in Armagideon Time HQ will add to the ambience of my foolhardy […]

Sorry, kids, I really flaked on this year’s countdown. It started off on a decent note, but the general state of affairs led me to call time on the spooky stuff halfway through the month and opt for more cozy comforts. It’s not doomerism. Just a general sense of distraction. Thanks to those of you […]

“I think their predominant colour was a greyish-green, though they had white bellies. They were mostly shiny and slippery, but the ridges of their backs were scaly. Their forms vaguely suggested the anthropoid, while their heads were the heads of fish, with prodigious bulging eyes that never closed. At the sides of their necks were […]

If you’re going to tamper in God’s domain, the least you can do is invest in a shatterproof containment flask. Recommended listening: Breaking up is shard to do.

Running into a ghost while spending the night in a haunted mansion? Scary. Fleeing the room and running into Vince Van Patten wearing a pair of novelty boxer shorts? PURE NIGHTMARE FUEL. It truly put the hell in Hell Night. Recommended listening: When you get caught between the goth and New York City.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Phil, but I was asking if you folks wanted to go to Applebee’s or the Olive Garden for the weekend’s infernal meet-up.” Recommended listening: Until even the Horned One gets sick out your antics and boots you out of his band.

Swan: Madame, Swan here. I want you to answer a question for me. Madame: Yes? Swan: What would you give me for a starring role in a syndicated sitcom? Madame: Anything you wanted, sweetheart. Swan: Anything? Would you give me… your spot on Hollywood Squares? Recommended listening: The devil is real and spent the better […]

Status update, 2024: The Vampire: Actuary for a major insurance corporation. The Ghost: Middle school guidance counselor. The Werewolf: Sells souvenirs made from painted shells in Myrtle Beach, S.C. The Clown: The Tri-State Torso Ripper, still at large. Recommended listening: Tick tick tick.