This handle:comment synergy is really fun.

Hey ho, Tom Bom-badildo,
Tingle your taint, sell the book on Kindl-o!

That's an astute read, and I agree—I kind of dig it, though, as it feels very Lovecraftian and so, much like I can roll my eyes at Lovecraft's xenophobia and racism, I can go "come on, bro," to Ligotti. Neither one'll age well in philosophy, definitely, but they bring the big concepts and the creepy critters, so I'm…

Man, Ligotti's gnarly, isn't he!? I like the mannered modernist style he's got—contrasts well to the subject matter when the shit starts to go down.

I'm going to a double billing of The Descent and Fritt Vilt tomorrow as part of a "Final Girl" movie series at the local arthouse. Should be rad. Also going to get around to American Werewolf in London before the pumpkin drops—I haven't seen it in a bit!

I'm hoping so—we're also planning a games session, but I think that may fall along the wayside (even tried to walk gaming neophytes through Betrayal when everyone's three drinks in?).

The downvoting stings, but the noble commitment to a code is kind of admirable. It's like being punched by a superhero just because you're wearing a domino mask in an alley.

Absolutely—I'm just grateful that they taught me to mistrust Campbellian-mythic storytelling from a very early age. Probably why I didn't imprint on C. S. Lewis too hard.

A local brewery is doing a brunch on Sunday, so I'm going to plan a bleary, boozy Sunday Funday, #spoopystyle. Probably start with mimosas, head to the brewery for brunch pints, then lose my costume in progressive stages over the next several hours after some Pumking.

John K. Samson's Winter Wheat, deeply enamored of it, to boot. "17th Street Treatment Centre" is great, as is "Requests," if you/anyone wants to test it out.

Cracked a short story in a way that pleases me, have mandated that I will finish it by Saturday. Accidentally wrote a song, which is always nice.

Gomez Addams, gotcha.

Miller, never stop preaching the magic of the Dark is Rising series, please. I had a massive nostalgiadump with a friend this weekend about that series, Prydain, and Redwall: the trifecta of Anglo-Celtic humanist high fantasy for indoor ten-year-olds.

With all its attendant fragility when balked, too.

That doesn't presage violence, of course—those bags are all over the Southeast.

Whoo! I get an alley!

All hail the Popcorn King.

does spider have puss puss?

Yeah, basically the only thing keeping me sane is telling myself that no one can plug their ears and believe we're post-racial when the dogwhistles have just become regular old bullhorns. It's going to get better, but man, these are some horrific growing pains right now.

…that is to say, you saw 'em?