When I see news articles bemoaning the fact that "Millennials" have poor job prospects and can never own property, I think, "Oh. This again." If you were an adult in the 80s and actually love that era, I hope you enjoyed your retirement because you're probably dead now.

I enjoy horror comics (Beasts of Burden is great stuff, even if it isn't scary). I picked up the "Harrow County" trade on a whim. People have been making a fuss over "Wytches," but I liked HC a whole lot more. I'll admit that I don't have a firm grasp on whether HC has been talked up in the press, however.

That's one of the disappointing discoveries of adulthood: "Sometimes, it takes an asshole to get things done."

I recall discussing the B-52s with an 80s kid during the era. "Eww! You like that punk stuff!" He told me. That's when I realized that I had been subtly subverted by the punk ethos against my will. You have to admit that the very concept of a party out of bounds is horrifying seductive in its nihilism.

Can't we just make a whole series of Octavia Butler movies and call it a day? Or we can take the kids out to see "The Man Who Folded Himself" or "The Cornelius Chronicles" or something. Y'know, Science Fiction instead of this cartoony space opera crap.

Sure, it's acceptable to have a president afflicted with Alzheimer's holding office. But it's not acceptable to joke about it? It's Political Correctness gone mad!

Music this ancient does not usually survive, even when played. This stuff probably predates the "well tempered" scale that contemporary instruments are tuned to. And that we are accustomed to hearing.

This was analog era phone hijinks. We did it with simple knowledge of how to access a malfunctioning party line. One night we went to a local college where there were a great number of pay phones in close proximity to each other and the four of us talked up the low-orbit satellite warfare narrative to anyone who would…

I used to listen to those on my trusty shortwave radio when I was a kid and they were eerie then. Bonus Experimental Music Hack: After tuning in a numbers station, you could modulate the signal by waving your hand near the antenna of your shortwave radio "Theremin" style.

A lot of old networked tech was poorly secured. Me and my teenage miscreant friends were not even on the level of the more basic "Phone Phreaks", yet we were able to intercept people's phone calls, pass ourselves off as AT&T techs and warn the callers that the Soviets had taken out an AT&T satellite with some sort of…

Add "Grave of the Fireflies" and we've got ourselves a double-feature.

16mm. For my birthday, I invited my friends to come over and watch "200 Motels." Watching movies at home was a ridiculous novelty, it barely mattered what you were watching.

Wait a minute! What about Eraserhead? Everybody loves the baby in Eraserhead. In a very real way, ALL babies are the baby from Eraserhead.

Janus Films is super nostalgic for me. My mother used to do bookkeeping for a small-town film society. Many times, the projector and reels of film would end up stored at our home. We'd hang up a sheet and watch some depressing Danish films and my childhood would be enriched by subtitles and Max Von Sydow.

And double-ties. Trust me, everyone in the future will be wearing them. And look! Here's William Gibson for credibility!

We can sext until the dawn/Sexting on till Gigs are gone…
Thoughts of selfies you and me/Robotic City come alive…

"The deceased will always be remembered for his pioneering influence on the formation of the PMRC."

Are you referring to their April Fools mixtape? That thing was solid gold. Of course, when I told my friends about it, they thought I had skipped my meds.

I just want somebody to use his fucking brains around here.

That's the flaw in Idiocracy's reasoning right there. Sure, stupid people don't practice family planning and they have more children. But how many of those children will survive to reproductive age while surrounded by dire stupidity and its love of EXXXTREME sports, unregistered firearms and empty calories? The Darwin…