The 31 DAEs of Halloween 2025: Deep-Dive Dispatch #1

After at least seven years of blog proprietorship and attendant stonewalling, my 31 DAEs of Halloween marathon finally launched in 2022. Affectionately if inadequately recapped a few posts south of here, it proved such a rousing personal success story that it almost immediately became a budding annual concern, one for which I find myself literally waiting with bated breath for the remainder of each year. October was already my favorite month bar none – the convergence of football, weather, and horror movies is located at the very apex of my happy place – and what better way to celebrate it than with gluttonous self-indulgence, a guided tour of the many and varied delights the horror genre has to offer? Continue reading “The 31 DAEs of Halloween 2025: Deep-Dive Dispatch #1”

Post No. 250: The Collector’s Edition Addition Addiction

Some people collect stamps, some baseball cards. Some people collect porcelain figurines, some shot glasses. My mother used to collect horses and elephants, albeit ceramic ones at 1/50th actual scale and thus more practical to set grazing. This guy I knew in college once cheekily proclaimed that he collected parking tickets, that is until I assume his unconventional hobby became cost prohibitive. I don’t remember him being around much Sophomore year. Everybody has a lane to maintain. Everybody, if they’re lucky, eventually locates their niche and sets up housekeeping. My abiding passion of possession is for movies. I think it’s only slightly irrational as compulsions go, but consider the source. Continue reading “Post No. 250: The Collector’s Edition Addition Addiction”

The 31 DAEs of Halloween 2023: Deep-Dive Dispatch #1

Last October marked the happy procession from conceptual daydream to reality of my personally curated month-long horror movie festival, “The 31 DAEs of Halloween”. 31 days, 31 movies, or so the theory goes. A heady mix of old and new, gristle and goo. I had such a blast with the whole thing, even during some particularly trying personal times, that I resolved then and there that the fest should become an annual occurrence. I even marked the occasion by pounding out a bare minimum writeup of notes for all the movies on the program that would also serve as one of my first posts in a year. I was happy to have the record of what I watched for posterity, but that’s really all the 2022 post was good for. I knew I could do better Continue reading “The 31 DAEs of Halloween 2023: Deep-Dive Dispatch #1”

Post No. 125: Alone in the Dark

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Every 25th post, darkadaptedeye takes a planned break from normal business to plumb the shallow depths of its author’s psyche and/or overtly explore the locked attic of memories it only ever really dabbles in otherwise. You might think of it as a pit stop, or maybe a soft reboot. In “Danse Macabre”, Stephen King termed his own such digression “An Annoying Autobiographical Pause”, which I choose to think was kind of charming. Please know I take seriously the challenge of making patent self-indulgence interesting – actual results be damned – and I appreciate you being game. We’ll return to our irregularly scheduled programming shortly…

There is a point to this: what we see, what we hear…what we experience, and how we feel while doing so. It is a vital and inescapable part of being alive. Not only wouldn’t I have it any other way, such an “other way” simply isn’t an option, or at least not for me. The second weekend in November, as you are no doubt well aware, terrorist gunmen inflicted horrible casualties on a coordinated group of targets in Paris, France, including a packed concert by raucous American desert rock institution the Eagles of Death Metal. Due to the time difference, the eastern part of the United States received the news in the wee hours of Saturday morning. I was stunned, as I’m sure were we all, and took the moment, while devouring whatever breaking information on the shootings I could find, to spin EoDM’s new album, Zipper Down, for what was, shamefully, the first full time since a friend had gifted it to me the previous month. It made for a weird but poignant DIY elegy. Continue reading “Post No. 125: Alone in the Dark”