It’s between the hours of midnight and three AM, mostly. That’s when the most heinous stuff comes out; when the most maladjusted parts of ourselves dance like shadows along digital moonlit vistas. Those hours are the worst. They absolutely drop off, like alcohol-drenched memories, and I’m addicted to ’em. Can’t…
When discussing the Internet, the definitive article ”the” is employed. After all, it is the Internet, conjuring the image of a single system—albeit one made up of countless individual components. Yet the world is racing towards even higher levels of Internet usage as new countries build up their infrastructure and…
“Gee, isn’t it awful for women to hate men?” With the ironic opening to her October 1972 piece for the Village Voice entitled “The New Misandry: Man-Hating in 1972,” feminist science fiction writer and academic Joanna Russ begins a tongue-in-cheek critique of the anti-feminists and feminists alike who sought to…
When I was a kid, I got into Rob Zombie at about the exact same time I got into Ozzy Osbourne and Alice Cooper (and girls, for that matter…that was a huge summer). It was a stone’s skip from Alice Cooper to Frank Zappa: some snappy comments written by The…