Tag Archives: H.P. Lovecraft

Ask Me About My Shirt

My collection of t-shirts—I got more of those than I probably need—has taught me a couple of things. Since explaining the same thing over and over is a total drag, consider this a public service. Haikus are easy. Not many people agree. Ignoramuses. Also, very few people seem to know just what a haiku is. [...]

Appropriate Warning

Today I received a package from Amazon.com, bearing a yellow sticker stating that “Goods Do Not Meet The Requirement Of Article 9 and 10 Of The Contract For The Foundation Of The European Community.” It’s a weird message, and not just because of its awkward phrasing. You see, there’s no such thing as the “Contract [...]

First Lines: Against Religion

On account of a broken rib—all’s very in that department now, thank you very much—my before bedtime reading was on hold for a couple of weeks. So I did most of my reading in the train to and from work. And sometimes, well, it’s hard to stay focused. Anyway, I finished my first book of [...]

First Lines: The Road to Madness

The Road to Madness: The Transition of H.P. Lovecraft is, quite unexpected, another volume of stories by H.P. Lovecraft. This particular collection attempts to show his development as a writer, and does so by starting off with some inconsequential (and, frankly, mediocre) early tales, progressing past pretty awesome stories like Herbert West—Reanimator and The Festival [...]

Quote of the Day

While reading H.P. Lovecraft’s The Festival I came across something that might very well end up on a christmas card someday: It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind. Ain’t that just the truth?