My ten-year-old self would have died at the revelation that this was coming one day. Dear Bob: If this letter reaches you sometime around the summer of 1979, then you have already wondered what it would be like to receive a letter from your future self. Well, wonder no further, because this is it. That’s..
One of the things that I love about the Internet is the way that it snatches dormant media from obscurity, allowing us to experience anew that which hitherto existed in the far recesses of our minds as the merest fragments of memory. Whether it’s a long-forgotten commercial or pages from an old Christmas catalog, it..
Baby got back: A profile shows the massive 18″ rear end of obsolescence. The great, hulking beast that was our RCA 32″ television is dead. Purchased specifically because it amply filled the cavernous interior of our corner armoire, the technological dinosaur gave no hint of its impending demise. Maybe we had been working it a..
Oh, the many pleasant hours I spent plucking junk from its spring-loaded jaw! We are in full summer mode here in the Hunt household, and perhaps there is no greater indication of our seasonal relaxation than the fact that we have just sacrificed four consecutive evenings to view the entire Jaws tetralogy. This is what..