Since I started this series years ago, the world has changed, but you know what hasn’t changed?
I am still a massive 80s wimp.
I’m an old ripped pair of parachute pants. I’m a worn-out Rick Springfield cassette. I’m Eddie Deezen guest-starring on Punky Brewster. I’m Pac-Man cereal. I’m the last hour of Night Flight. I’m a Frogger machine in a movie theater that’s showing Losin’ It. I’m a foam McDLT container owned by some weirdo who collects old fast food packaging.
It’s my cozy place. When I need escape, I head in the direction of vintage neon and synthesizers like the zombies toward the mall in Dawn of the Dead. This is just how it is. Don’t tell me to get a life. I tried that already.
Yes, I’ve been slow in covering Bubblegum Crisis, but I like to think that’s because I’ve been savoring it.
Because this shit is mega-80s. It’s deliciously 80s. It’s beautifully 80s. And I took a long time to get to it, so why rush now?
Either that or I’m lazy.