Unfortunately, 1994 doesn’t have a lot of that going for it. As I have gone deeper and deeper into the tractless wastes that make up 1994’s horror library, I’ve become increasingly concerned that I’m going to die out here in this depressing, squalid landscape, clutching a copy of In the Mouth of Madness as the light fades from my eyes.

You may be aware that for the entire month of February, Dr. Travis Terry will again be traveling through time and living as the time-natives do: ingesting only pop culture from the distant time-lands of 1994. Nothing, but industrial rock, Super Nintendo and Michael Crichton novels for 28 days.

And I know what you’re saying, “Dylan, how can I travel to 1994, but in a spooky way?”