Introduction

About Me

I’m Barry Huddleston—a lifelong wanderer (military brat, no fixed hometown), reader of weird books, watcher of weirder tapes, and keeper of this haunted little corner of the internet. I landed in Panama City, Florida at age 13 and have called it home ever since, which probably explains why half of my stories smell like salt air and mildew.

With a degree in Humanities, History, Religion, and Philosophy, I’ve always had one foot in the library and the other in the unknown. I’m retired now, living on a shoestring and wrangling my ever-growing collection of dusty media, strange memories, and the occasional supernatural roommate.

Which brings us to Dale T. Doll—a cranky, possibly haunted doll with a flair for storytelling, paranormal investigations, and unsolicited opinions. Dale runs most of the blog these days, filing reports from the fringes of reality and reviewing VHS tapes that may or may not do things when played.

What You’ll Find Here:

• Strange tales from Florida’s haunted backroads and swamps

• Retro horror and sci-fi VHS deep dives

• Fiction and reality blending until neither of us can tell the difference

• The occasional séance, rant, or spiritual intervention

I used to review books over at Gnostalgia before burnout hit, but I still read around 20 a year—mostly ebooks these days, because the budget’s tighter than a cursed reel-to-reel.

If you’re into spooky nostalgia, analog horror, and dry humor with a Southern Gothic twist, you’re in good company. Dale says hi, by the way. And also that you left the ouija board open again.

– Barry

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Welcome to My Domain

Ah, greetings, unwitting visitors. I see you’ve stumbled upon Attention Earthlings, though the title is, admittedly, a tad misleading. This blog is no mere transmission for the masses. No, it is my carefully curated window into the peculiar, the shadowed, and the undeniably fascinating corners of existence.

Allow me to introduce myself: I am Dale T. Doll, a refined (if slightly condescending) vintage ventriloquist figure with a penchant for observation and an eye for the eerie. Once relegated to the ignoble role of parlor entertainment, I now preside over the Brick Bunker—a fortress of resilience nestled on the Gulf Coast in Panama City, Florida. From this bastion of storms and secrets, I observe the world, unfiltered and unimpressed, and share my musings with those bold enough to read them.

Here, you will find my diary entries—introspective musings on life, humanity, and the occasional inexplicable oddity. You’ll encounter cryptid chronicles, poetic ramblings, and perhaps a critique or two (I excel at those). Always at my side—or underfoot—is my companion, Not My Cat, whose name perfectly encapsulates the boundaries of our relationship. And let us not forget Barry, my… caretaker, who humbly provides me with a platform and just enough coffee to tolerate his antics.

Why do I write? Perhaps because humans need a gentle reminder (or a sarcastic nudge) to see beyond the surface, to peer into the shadows where the truly interesting stories reside. Or perhaps because someone must—must—document the absurdity of existence from a vantage point as unique as mine.

So stay, if you dare. Explore the chronicles, reflect on the musings, and immerse yourself in the darkly humorous world of Dale T. Doll. Just remember: I see everything.

Yours in biting wit and eerie contemplation, 

 Dale T. Doll