Marvel Comics wants a piece of the bookstore market. Alas, it's not that simple...
I recently powered through three of his collections. Mostly good, though some surprisingly dated, uneven stuff.
The master's survey of all things weird and creepy.
Jack London's little known reincarnation novel!
Algernon Blackwood's psychic detective debuted in 1908.
Hokey smokes. I found what looks like a real kick ass bargain with a Hank Williams Sr CD box set, four discs for $22 at Amazon.
My old man ain't right. Howard Barger's messed up enough to spawn the likes of me. In recognition and celebration of that, I whipped him up a little father's day CD.
Buffy's dead (not really, again) - long live Buffy! Going back to the roots join me to watch this 90ies movie!
A valedictorian sues her schoolboard for trying to make her share the spotlight.
My dad died in 1989. He's had a wild and varied life, of which I know little. Here's what I know.
Though some parents say their kids never listen to them, that’s rarely the case.
It’s that right index finger. When Rob Hughes sees himself wagging it, he sees his father. But Rob says it was his own father, a teacher and a lecturer, who was the best example for how he should handle his own adventures and responsibilities in fatherhood.
I thought about ordering it as the "Fusilli e Minestra alla Scott Peterson," but in retrospect I'm glad I didn't. That would have been totally immature.