All Things Horror Made My Day
Fun is telling your coworkers that you have to head out to catch a screening of “Dead Hooker in a Trunk.” ♠ Continue reading…
Metal Millionaire
Ever play that game with a pile of lookbooks and a Sharpie, circling stuff like a kid creating a fantasy Christmas list? I do, probably more often than is healthy. I call it playing Millionaire. ♠ Continue reading…
And the Last Known Survivor Stalks His Prey in the Night
I ran for twenty minutes straight on Thursday, which probably doesn’t sound like much to most of you, but I’m a smoker with a desk job, so it’s an accomplishment to me. My awesome dad and I are going to run the Falmouth Road Race together come 2011, so I have a real incentive to keep picking my feet up off the ground. ♠ Continue reading…
Brutalizing the Carnival
We Bostonians get a special annual treat every spring – the local suburb of Revere, renowned for its ya-doods, sketchy strip clubs, and beach littered with garbage, hosts a spring carnival in the movie theater parking lot. It’s simply…magical. ♠ Continue reading…
How to Make Friends at a Metal Show
Everybody needs a bestie. Sometimes it’s hard to find new friends, whether you’ve just made a big life change like moving to a new place or have just graduated from college, or even if you just want to meet some new people to shake things up a little. ♠ Continue reading…
Me, Oreo, & Equinophobia
Today was Thunderhorse Day, and it was a beautiful day to overcome a baseless-but-longstanding fear. ♠ Continue reading…
The Very Best of YouTube Headbanging
It’s been a hell of a week for me, between my soul-crushing day job and busily planning for my birthday (I’m turning 25 on the 18th!!!), so I wanted to do a quick, JWZ-style video rundown of one of my most favorite ways of burning off frustration: headbanging. ♠ Continue reading…
The High Court of Love: Having a Heavy Metal Valentine’s Day
Our familiar sickly-sweet holiday wasn’t always this pussified. The ancient Romans called it Lupercalia, “the Wolf Festival,” you know, because of that she-wolf that nursed Romulus and Remus…what, you weren’t paying attention in Ancient History? Anyway, people ran around naked in the streets, a bunch of priests sacrificed goats, wore the raw goat pelts, and women lined up for the priests to beat them with the bloody bits of hide to ensure their fertility. ♠ Continue reading…
The Beast Speaks: That’s My Bloody T-Shirt
Editress’s note: my beau and confidant, who goes by S. McManbeast, is a fellow freak of nature and rabid horror fanatic. He wanted in on the blogging action, so you’ll see occasional guest posts from him under the header “The Beast Speaks.” Have at! ♠ Continue reading…


