“Little by little, we went insane.”

“I’m a carp.”

Featuring Jean Shepherd — yes, that Jean Shepherd.

Radio’s a heartbreak, B-Man. You’re the Night Emperor now.

A staple of the old Night Flight days. Script by Phil Proctor and Peter Bergman of Firesign Theatre fame.

This is me whenever the temperature drops below 50º F.

It’s not even funny.

Last night I had to keep myself from using the phrases “eaten by wolves” and “he was delicious” on social media. I do not think this sensible restraint will last.

At some point the back and forth ends.

The interior sequence, anyway. I have no idea where they shot the exteriors. That could be any semi-abandoned mall in the American suburbs of the ‘80s. NorthPark’s mid-’60s era architecture remains virtually unchanged today, though it’s expanded dramatically since the end of the ‘90s. The Gap is still there; I picked…

“What he lacked in glamour he made up in strangeness, or rather his strangeness made glamour impossible, and at the same time captivated some who felt strange themselves.”

Hey O’Deckers: If you’ve got nothing else better to do on this pre-Thanksgiving Sunday, read this fantastic Atlantic Monthly essay by Yosef Lindell on Peter S. Beagle’s magisterial fantasy classic The Last Unicorn, now fifty years old. It’s a perceptive take on Beagle’s novel, observing that it’s a type of fantasy…

Now on the Persis Khambatta/Fred Williamson/Donald Pleasance/Paper Chase Guy classic Warrior of the Lost World. If you’re coming in late, don’t worry — you’ve only missed Moon Zero Two.