Oct 30, 2014

Blood for Betty, Because Betty Knows Best

Jake clomped onto the bus and dropped his rear end beside a lady with an extra nostril. It was that day of the week where you wake up with your mouth full of toothpaste and the giant leech in your manager’s office decides you look juicy.

Isabelle Wenzel

Halloween is almost here and, goodness gracious me, it’s going to fall on a Friday. Do you know what that means? Do you realize the import of that dreadful conjunction? No? Don’t worry, ’cos I don’t, either.

Anyway, I have some Halloween recommendations for you!

A blog: Yog-Blogsoth

Illustrator Michael Bukowski draws creatures and deities described -- or sometimes merely alluded to -- by H.P. Lovecraft. They look like something straight out of a comic book, which takes the edge off the eldritch horror. Go and pay Bukowski a visit.

by Michael Bukowski

A movie: The Masque of the Red Death

My favorite Edgar Allan Poe adaptation. Rich colors, dream sequences and a timeless atmosphere that could place the story 400 years ago, or a thousand into the future. It is an indictment of selfishness and misuse of power.

And did I mention that Vincent Price is in it? The Melancholy Master of Spookiness?

A book: The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

Free book from Project Gutenberg, available in several formats. Wikipedia features an excerpt alluded to in True Detective:

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.

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