Oblivion stole my time and gave me a fantasy I didn’t know I still needed. With the remaster here, I’m back in Cyrodiil — older, jaded, and somehow just as enchanted.
From Sewer Grates to Skyforge: A Love Letter to Oblivion
Soy Boricua. Soy Gen X. Así Fue Pa’ Mí.
Before the Bronx, there were mango trees, mosquito nets, and saints in the living room. This is what growing up Gen X looked like—for one Boricua kid on the island.
We Were Right to Side-Eye Everything: The Gen X Origin of Cynicism
Gen X wasn’t born cynical. We were built that way. One betrayal at a time. The job, the war, the dad on TV. Cosby didn’t break us. He confirmed what we already knew.
The Hidden Costs of Heroism
Forget the villains — this is about grappling hook waste, radioactive heroism, and the thunder god who just invalidated your insurance policy.
Part of This Balanced Breakdown: A Cereal Addict’s Memoir
A nostalgic, brutally honest deep dive into the sugar-soaked chaos of 80s cereal culture—mascots, toy prizes, mail-away lies, and the strange breakfast rituals that raised us.
I Still ‘Member: South Park’s Member Berries, Gen X, and the Nostalgia We Can’t Quit
A meditation on South Park’s Member Berries, Gen X nostalgia, and how collecting became my ritual, my refuge—and my way of passing on a disappearing world.
Snow White: An Autopsy in Seven Chapters
Snow White gets the storybook treatment—until three voices crash the tale and start calling out the red flags. Magic mirrors, poisoned apples, and one very problematic kiss.
Mother Goose: Analyzed by the Three Wise Men
What do broken eggs, co-dependent hill tumbles, and uterus-related sledding accidents have in common? Just another bedtime with our three pajama-clad philosophers—and one very late, very loud guest.
If the Shoe Fits… Try Therapy
A classic fairy tale retold with bedtime charm and adult dysfunction—complete with commentary from three pajama-clad skeptics who treat “happily ever after” like a dare.
re: Tony. Opening the Vault
A pastel Hallmark diary. A fake Gothic intro. Sad boy poetry so dramatic it should’ve come with a sticker warning. This is where my teenage cringe begins—one page at a time.
Sadness or Euphoria: Growing Up Out of Tune
I grew up in the birthplace of hip-hop, listening to doo-wop and Billy Joel. I couldn’t dance, couldn’t blend in, and thought love would save me. It didn’t. But the music stuck around.
Milking Sacred Cows for Laughs (While We Still Can)
We grew up on Carlin and Pryor. Now we need a signed waiver to tell a joke. Somewhere along the line, laughter became a liability—and sacred cows got promoted to middle management.
Who Ya Gonna Call? A Tribute to Ghostbusters and the Fans Who Still Ain’t Afraid
They weren’t born on Krypton or trained by ninjas. They were scrappy, tired, funny, and brilliant—and they saved New York in coveralls. Forty years later, the Ghostbusters still have us suiting up.
A Gen X Identity Crisis in Three Acts
Ferris is the mask we wore. Cameron was the kid underneath. Chip Douglas is what happens when the mask stays on too long.
Raised by Ghosts
We didn’t grow up hearing “I love you.” Now we say it too much. This is a story about ghosts, sitcoms, sharp words, and trying not to screw up the second chance we call parenting.
The Death of Movie Night
We used to rent movies, browse record bins, and flip through bookshelves. Now we just scroll. This is what we had, what we lost, and what we’re still hungry for.
Behind the Curtain: Forbidden Pleasures and the Mythology of the Adult Section
Every video store had a red-curtained room. Most of us never went in—but we looked. And we imagined. And we’re still a little weird about it to this day.
We Didn’t Just Survive the Bronx in the ’80s—We Lived It Loud
Cardboard dance floors. Boomboxes like tanks. Pants that got you jumped. A love letter to growing up broke, loud, and barely supervised in the Bronx of the 1980s.
You’re Not a Xennial, You’re Just Soft
Stop fake-labeling your way out of Gen X. You’re not a xennial. You’re just Gen X with a podcast and a skincare routine.
Growing Up in the Horror Aisle
We didn’t stream our scares—we stared down demon clowns on VHS boxes and rolled the dice. The horror aisle of the video store was where our nightmares—and our courage—were born.
They Raised Us Too: The Cartoon Gods We Lost
Before our cartoons sold toys, they mocked Nazis, punched bullies, and laughed in death’s face. This is how we lost Bugs, Popeye, and the gods who raised us—and why it still matters.
Bela Lugosi’s Dracula: The Original Undead Icon in Sixth Scale
Bela Lugosi didn’t just play Dracula—he became him. Kaustic Plastik’s deluxe sixth scale figure captures the legend in haunting detail, from velvet cape to magnetic base. This one’s eternal.
Greedo Was My First
After moving back to NYC with nothing but fear, family baggage, and a black-and-white TV, I got one toy—Greedo. I didn’t know who he was, but he became the weird little guardian of my broken summer.
Boba Fett: The Myth We Made
He barely spoke. He barely moved. But Boba Fett was the Gen X legend—because mystery made him myth. And then they ruined it by explaining everything.
Second Star to the Left, and Straight On ’Til Gen X: Remembering The Next Generation
A morality play in space pajamas. A blueprint for utopia. And a weekly dose of ethics, aliens, and awkward sweaters. TNG wasn’t just sci-fi—it was a worldview for Gen X nerds.
The Mount Rushmore of Horror Villains
Before Freddy, Jason, Michael, and Leatherface got merch deals, they hijacked our nightmares. This is the Mount Rushmore of horror villains, carved in blood, stone, and VHS static.
Knowing Was Half the Trauma: A Gen X Deep Dive into Saturday Morning PSAs
Saturday mornings were sacred—until the PSAs showed up. From G.I. Joe morals to off-key charity jingles, here’s how Gen X got guilt-tripped by cartoons, puppets, and trench-coated dogs.
Raised by Monsters: How the Universal Creatures Shaped a Generation of Creeps Like Us
Before we had Freddy and Jason, we had misunderstood monsters in fog-drenched castles—and for us Gen X kids, they weren’t villains. They were us.
Gotham Was My Schoolyard: How Batman Taught Us to Fight Back
Gotham wasn’t just a city—it was the schoolyard. And Batman wasn’t a hero. He was every bullied kid’s revenge fantasy, fighting gods with grit and a plan.
What They Don’t Tell You About a Throuple
I lived in a throuple in the late ’90s—before the word even existed. It was romantic, awkward, stupid-hot, and emotionally combustible. They don’t tell you this part.
From Bloodbath to Bookshelf: Terrifier Sixth-Scale Figure
Trick or Treat Studios’ 1/6 scale Art the Clown figure captures the character’s creepy essence—but leaves fans wanting more. Here’s the full breakdown.
Cracked, Ripped, and Downloaded at 3KB/s
Before the cloud and subscriptions, a generation of broke kids stole their way into art, music, and careers—one corrupt .rar file at a time.
Not Fine, Thanks for Asking: Gen X, Creative Work, and the Quiet Collapse
In response to the NYT’s “Gen X Career Meltdown,” a personal look at what it feels like to lose the creative industry you helped build — and to be asked to smile while it fades away.
The Autumn Inventory
Gen X is hitting the autumn of life in the middle of a slow-motion collapse. Between job stress, caregiving, AI dread, sexless exhaustion, and the quiet ache of being unseen, we’re still standing—barely. This is a love letter to the generation that never got the spotlight, but never stopped showing up.
Fallout Collectibles: Pip-Boy 3000 Mk V & Nuka Cola T-51 Power Armor Reviewed
Two standout Fallout collectibles—the Pip-Boy 3000 Mk V and Threezero’s Nuka Cola T-51 Power Armor—get the Genex Geek treatment in this deep-dive review full of nostalgia, sharp critique, and radioactive shelf appeal.
Clint Eastwood’s Western Icons in Sixth Scale Review
Two sides of a legend. In this double review, we look at Sideshow’s sixth scale Clint Eastwood figures—Blondie from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly and The Preacher from Pale Rider. One’s a myth in the making, the other a ghost with a gun. We break down the sculpt, the tailoring, the flaws, and why these figures still hit home for Gen X collectors chasing a bit of cinematic silence.
Revisiting The Dollars Trilogy: The Birth of the Antihero
Before antiheroes were a brand, before gritty reboots were a genre, there was a man with no name, a poncho, and a stare that could split a coyote in half. Sergio Leone’s Dollars Trilogy didn’t just reinvent the Western—it rewrote the rulebook on cool. This post looks back at the myth, the mood, and why Gen X found something sacred in all that silence, dust, and squint.
How We Built the Early Web, One Lens Flare and Chrome Ball at a Time
Before Canva, before YouTube tutorials, we had Bryce, Poser, and Dreamweaver—janky, beautiful tools that let Gen X kids build spinning cubes, haunted CD-ROMs, and MySpace glitter bombs. This is a love letter to the creative chaos that raised us.
I See the Future… and It’s Comfort Bingeing on Me-TV at 2 A.M.
Between the reruns, the retro toons, and the endless loop of insurance commercials, I’ve come to a realization: my future isn’t some dystopian sci-fi landscape… it’s Me-TV. Comfort TV, a tight playlist, and weather watching—welcome to Gen X eldercore.
Wrestling’s Absurd Beauty: A Nostalgic Tribute to the Ring
A nostalgic journey through a lifetime of body slams, promos, and pyro—from watching Pedro Morales with my father to cheering Cody Rhodes in the Triple H era. Wrestling may be absurd, but for fans like me, it’s the most beautiful ballet in the world.
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