I’ve not being doing all that well with the resolutions have I? In my defence I lost well over a week to a very nasty round of flu. But I’m back now, and I would like to take a moment to talk to you about dead Cthulhu, who lies dreaming in his great house at sunken R’yleh, awaiting the moment when the stars will be right, that he may return and consume the world utterly.
Well, the incredibly talented Picky Miss (whose awesome work I’ve previously mentioned here) has just completed the most amazing piece of cross stitch for me. Check this out –
Look at the detail! The Elder Sign, the squid, the ‘Color Out of Space’ themed flowers around the edge! Isn’t it just fantastic?! Truly a must have for any devoted cultist, acolyte or H.P. Lovecraft fan.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, go to your local book store, or you’re preferred internet book market, and buy this – The Necronomicon. Alternatively, WikiSource has a bunch of his stories for free, here.
Cats can see the color out of space but are unimpressed by it
Ok so I’ve missed quite a few days of this. My excuse? Well Portal 2 came out. Then I dislocated my thumb. The first may have caused the second.
Anyway, my choice for this one has to be “The Color Out Of Space” by H. P. Lovecraft, the only genuinely scary story I’ve ever read. That link is to the full text. Go read it before you read any further. Or get the Atlanta Radio Theatre Company radio play version, its free in various places. A lot of the time you get the impression that Lovecraft isn’t describing his monsters because he can’t be bothered, isn’t being paid enough or can’t think of anything. All too often we get to the end of the book and end up with something like “never could I tell, try as I might, what it actually was that I saw”, and on those occasions that he does describe his monsters (for example the epically detailed description of Wilbur Whateley in The Dunwich Horror) they’re weird but they aren’t (in the age of cinema FX at least) actually very scary.
But the whole point of the “bad guys” in this story is that they don’t have a form to describe. They literally are just a colour (from space). A colour which can’t be described using human language as it doesn’t exist in our visible spectrum, rather like Terry Pratchett’s Octarine aka the colour of magic best described as a ‘fluorescent greenish-yellow-purple’. and how do you fight a colour? Or a vapour, or a wasting disease as it ultimately becomes? Well, you can’t, that’s the point.
The story ends with a proper sense of dread on the cliffhanger, much better than Lovecraft’s better know stories because the action takes place close to a populated area, rather than the polar icecaps or the Australian outback.
Even Better 30 Day Song Challenge – Day 17 – Track That Opened You Up To A New Genre
I’m not a fan of hip hop but chap hop is so much more dignified 😀
I read. A lot. Constantly in fact. I’m more than a little picky in my tastes. I don’t generally read women’s fiction or chick lit, and I rarely read straight contemporary fiction. I’m the kind of person who walks straight through the fiction section to that lovely little corner of the book store labeled “Sci-Fi and Fantasy”, from that haven of printed glory I’ll read more or less anything- space opera, steampunk, alternate history, sword&sorcery, time travel, dragons, werewolves, zombies, seamonsters… I’ll even venture into the vampire section, though I draw the line at (and through) Stephanie Meyers and I swear I only read Charlaine Harris as the equivalent of reading the funny pages. That isn’t to say that I don’t read the classics, I fact my favorite book of all time is Jane Eyre, but usually I’ve have to hear a lot of good things about a non-scifi book before I’ll spend my hard earned cash on it. Even then I might not finish it, Catch 22 has been serving as a door stop for a few years now. So beware, my tastes may not be yours, but I think the following will appeal to a lot of different people on a variety of levels.
Onwards to the Librarium…