Happy Belated Birthday...

Cthulhu is punishing me for forgetting the Master's birthday. Yesterday was HP Lovecraft's birthday. Instead of sacrificing something (my pride?) at the alter of Cthulhu, I went to see the old Joan Crawford flick "The Women" at the Stanford Theatre. Joan Crawford IS a scary bitch so at least I did something horror related. Happy Birthday Buddy. Thanks for all the nightmares.

But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms

of enchanted hills

and gardens, of fountains

that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging

murmuring seas,

of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and

stone,

and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses

along the edges of thick forests;

and then we know that we have looked back

through the ivory gates into that world of wonder

which was ours before we were

wise and unhappy.

-HP Lovecraft.