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Most of yesterday was eaten by taxes, but I still managed to salvage a rather nice evening with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ratatosk out of it (with occasional sightings of derspatchel) once we got out of J.P. Licks and the twee-pop banshee music. Seriously, I have no idea. I couldn't even identify a genre outside of Unless That's Supposed to Be ASDIC . . . I did sleep seven hours, though. Have some links.
1. Ellen Datlow has posted her list of Honorable Mentions for Best Horror of the Year, Volume 4. My poems "Incubation" (Not One of Us #45) and "Persephone in Hel" (Stone Telling #3) are among them. Also a lot of other awesome things.
2. Mammal Club, "Double Double." It's a Christopher Morcom song. From 2010. I knew there had to be one somewhere.
My memory's infected
Each warm swirl of affection
I can now calculate
From the heat of your gaze
And the blue of your eyes
To the cool of your palm
And the pain in my heart
Oh, Christopher
Un-die and silence my whirring mind
Because the chaos you caused
Is what I'm trying to explain
I can't find a recording of it anywhere that isn't the video, but I'd buy one in a heartbeat if I could.
3. She's right that he came out a little cartoonier than some of her previous sketches, but I am still quite pleased that Tracy J. Butler finally drew a page of human-style Mordecai. At the desk with his glasses off, he really does look like someone I knew in college. I love him as a schoolboy, shadowed by cat-shape. And when he's demanding the universe be reasonable—is a little symmetry too much to ask?—oh, he'd hate to know it, but he's adorable.
4. Tickets are now available for the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular. That's an an episode of Rob Noyes' Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder ("Havoc Over Holowood!") and the radio adaptation of The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951) originally put on by Lux Radio Theater in 1954. I just haven't figured out which night (or afternoon) I'm going.
5. I am, in fact, charmed by this: H.P. Lovecraft, agony aunt. "Meet me by the cenotaph at midnight, and bring a banjo."
Going by Adam Gopnik, I am totally behind the times on nostalgia. See, er, this post.
ratatosk out of it (with occasional sightings of derspatchel) once we got out of J.P. Licks and the twee-pop banshee music. Seriously, I have no idea. I couldn't even identify a genre outside of Unless That's Supposed to Be ASDIC . . . I did sleep seven hours, though. Have some links.1. Ellen Datlow has posted her list of Honorable Mentions for Best Horror of the Year, Volume 4. My poems "Incubation" (Not One of Us #45) and "Persephone in Hel" (Stone Telling #3) are among them. Also a lot of other awesome things.
2. Mammal Club, "Double Double." It's a Christopher Morcom song. From 2010. I knew there had to be one somewhere.
My memory's infected
Each warm swirl of affection
I can now calculate
From the heat of your gaze
And the blue of your eyes
To the cool of your palm
And the pain in my heart
Oh, Christopher
Un-die and silence my whirring mind
Because the chaos you caused
Is what I'm trying to explain
I can't find a recording of it anywhere that isn't the video, but I'd buy one in a heartbeat if I could.
3. She's right that he came out a little cartoonier than some of her previous sketches, but I am still quite pleased that Tracy J. Butler finally drew a page of human-style Mordecai. At the desk with his glasses off, he really does look like someone I knew in college. I love him as a schoolboy, shadowed by cat-shape. And when he's demanding the universe be reasonable—is a little symmetry too much to ask?—oh, he'd hate to know it, but he's adorable.
4. Tickets are now available for the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular. That's an an episode of Rob Noyes' Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder ("Havoc Over Holowood!") and the radio adaptation of The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951) originally put on by Lux Radio Theater in 1954. I just haven't figured out which night (or afternoon) I'm going.
5. I am, in fact, charmed by this: H.P. Lovecraft, agony aunt. "Meet me by the cenotaph at midnight, and bring a banjo."
Going by Adam Gopnik, I am totally behind the times on nostalgia. See, er, this post.
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Why do I think this? Because I just used the YouTube to MP3 converter to create it. Let me know if it has too much time on the front or the back of the MP3 and I can probably edit it here.
ETA: Or I could close my tag and not have it bleed over all the rest of the words. Whoops!
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DUDE.
Okay, I owe you.
Thank you! You should listen! It's a really good song!
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Congrats on the honors for your poems, too!
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I did listen to it and I like it. It should have occurred to me to actually download the MP3 myself.
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*wipes spit of astonishment off monitor*
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Congrats on the poetry.
Nine
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I do like what she's done with human-style Mordecai. Thanks for sharing.
5. I am, in fact, charmed by this: H.P. Lovecraft, agony aunt. "Meet me by the cenotaph at midnight, and bring a banjo."
This takes charming into new, non-Euclidean realms of utter... something. Thanks for sharing!
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If it helps, there's not that much of the series so far to catch up on; it updates very slowly, which is most of the time a bug rather than a feature except for the way it results in beautifully drawn and researched pages.
But I have a fondness for humans, and as a human, he's quite good looking!
Heh. He's my favorite character. Nobody should be surprised.
Congrats on the honors for your poems, too!
Thank you!
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See? It's not just me.
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Heee.
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Thank you.
I want to leave a banjo on H.P. Lovecraft's grave now.
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So you think the natural gap of nostalgia is about twenty years with heavy marketing?
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Of course. This sort of thing always spreads. The only way to remain safe is never even to hear of it . . .
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They're confusing him with his characters. It's as though they used Tolkien as a character and had him speak in pseudo-Biblical backward Silmarillion syntax and say "Behold!" a lot and begin all his sentences with "And". Or had Conan Doyle say "Elementary" and shoot up cocaine.
/HPL fangirl ahoy
/hisletterswerehisbestworkofliterature
/okayI'llstopnow
(I do like the last exchange, though, I'll admit.)
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Unfun fact: every few years, some new band of jerks decides it would be a wonderful prank to dig up HPL. Hitherto, they've all been foiled by the cemetery guards. (Stones are all changed now in nine grounds out of ten--
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I have both read some of Lovecraft's letters and been (with
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. . . if it were professionally available, I'd still buy it.
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It's no wonder that Shakespeare put a curse on anyone who moved his bones. I think he might have had an inkling of the kind of mischief that could have been done. After all, he hung out with people who moved entire theaters overnight.
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I don't know; I really like that he gets grave-offerings of whatever sort.
I left a pebble there last year.
Yes. Stones are a sound tradition. I don't remember what
It's a beautiful cemetery, incidentally.
I am only sorry I never saw the Lovecraft Tree before it came down in 2006.
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Thanks for sharing!