I love magazines. ESPECIALLY magazines related to my various hobbies. Back in late 1990, I was freshly out of the U.S. Army and living in my parents’ basement. Oh yeah, I got that box checked on my Nerd Bucket List decades ago.
One day, my father earnestly informed me that he needed to have a talk with me. The seriousness of the look on his face had me convinced he was either going to tell me had cancer or was getting gender reassignment surgery. I sat on the couch and he informed me that after careful observation of my lifestyle, he’d concluded (cue the dramatic music) that I was “receiving too many periodicals.“