Thursday, December 30, 2010

Robin Hood: Books and Movies and Miniatures, Oh My!

Illustration by Howard Pyle

Over the past few weeks I've been on a bit of a Robin Hood kick. I reread some of Howard Pyle's stories from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood, checked a few history and folklore books on the legends of Robin Hood out from the library, read the graphic novel Outlaw: The Legend of Robin Hood, and saw The Adventures of Robin Hood, the 1938 film staring Errol Flynn, which (in a fantastic coincidence of timing) was screened at the Paramount Theater here in Charlottesville earlier this month. I highly recommend the film, it's a great swashbuckling adventure with one of the best sword fights in film, between Errol Flynn's Robin Hood and Basil Rathbone's Sir Guy of Gisbourne.




Along with all of these things, I managed to finally finish painting a miniature I started way back in the fall of 2009, but never got around to finishing. It's an old Games Workshop miniature I picked up in a clearance bin a few years ago. In the Warhammer world he's known as Bertrand the Brigand, but it doesn't matter what Games Workshop calls him, it's obvious that this is supposed to be Robin Hood.



The base was entirely made from scratch, the figure just didn't look right on a flat base. I found an appropriately sized stick of wood in the yard, cut and painted a small piece of it to look like a log, and added some other basing material. The lighting in the pictures is not very good, there are some bad shadows and the colors aren't showing up very well. The skin tone looks far more orange here than it is on the actual figure. 


Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The post-Christmas post

We had a wonderful Christmas this year, it was especially nice to have almost the whole family in one place. It was my son's first Christmas, and he definitely won the Most Loot prize. It'll be a while before he can take full advantage of most of what he got, though, as he's still in the "grab it and stick in mouth" stage. Not quite big enough to use the building blocks or toy truck just yet. It certainly was fun watching him tear paper, examine things, laugh, and occasionally try to eat the wrapping paper.

I made out pretty well myself: a new iPod Touch, a Le Creuset dutch oven (I've been wanting one for several years but never expected to actually get one), some socksEpic Mickey, and a few books I was not expecting (but really wanted)-The Lego Book, The Secret History of Star Wars, The Making of Star Wars, and Prince Valiant, Volume 1: 1937-1938. I actually gave a copy of the Prince Valiant book to a friend this year, and was planning on getting it for myself at some point soon. What goes around, comes around!

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Lord of the Rings? Not in this class!

My well loved boxed set of The Lord of the Rings

Over at Professor Pope, the good Professor is facilitating a reading and discussion of The Hobbit, a few chapters at a time. Rereading the book and thinking about both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings has me thinking of my first encounters with J.R.R. Tolkien's world.

In 1978 I was 6 years old. The film version of The Lord of the Rings by director Ralph Bakshi was released. A few of my aunts and uncles were Tolkien fanatics, and they organized a big party to go see the film (on what I suspect was opening weekend). I found myself with several of my cousins, aunts, uncles, and their friends, in a packed movie theater, watching an animated film that didn't make much sense to me but I loved it anyway. There were cool monsters, elves, dwarves, some little people called hobbits, and lots of sword fighting. For a long time afterwords, my cousin and I spent many days playing in the woods behind our houses, pretending we were Strider and Legolas, out hunting orcs and Ringwraiths.

At some point in the next year or so, I came across a boxed set of the novels at the house of some of my parents friends. This was a revelation, as I didn't realize that there were books that the movie was based upon. Now I could find out what happened to Frodo and Sam! Somewhere in all of this, I saw the animated version of The Hobbit, which I seem to remember watching on TV every year around Thanksgiving, just before the Christmas cartoon specials began airing. For my 8th birthday I was given the very same set of books I had found (apparently, I talked about it quite a bit to the owners of the books, and read a few pages of them whenever I was at their house), a well read set that I still own, in a great gold foil covered box. I immediately read The Hobbit that summer, and to this day it remains my favorite of Tolkien's works. While I love the fantastic and complex story of The Lord of the Rings, the intimacy of The Hobbit has always appealed to me more.

But the rest of this post isn't about The Hobbit. It's about the next one in that set of 4 books, and a particular event that can recall with clarity 30 years later...

So here I was, an 8 year old kid who was reading anything and everything he could get his hands on. I had just been given the 4 books that were the source of the movie that had captivated me a few years earlier (the only other movie to captivate me to this degree was Star Wars).  School started in the fall, 3rd grade. I used to get dropped off in the morning by my dad and I would sit outside the classroom and read until the teacher arrived. At some point I started reading The Fellowship of the Ring. Quite a massive book for a 3rd grader, right? It was slow going but I was making my way through it, trading it off with other, more typical, reading for a kid my age whenever I got bogged down with it and wanted to read something else.

One morning I was sitting in the hallway reading The Fellowship when the teacher arrived, about 30 minutes before the school day started. I recall this very clearly, as what happened next was at that point the biggest shock of my life. My teacher, Ms. Kohlman (a tall, wiry, gray hair in a bun lady who didn't seem to like kids very much), asked what I was reading. I proudly held the book up, smiling, expecting to be complemented for reading a book that was above my reading level. She looked at it, scowled, and took the book out of my hand, telling me "You aren't old enough to be reading that." She disappeared into the classroom with my book, leaving me standing in the hall, stunned with disbelief at what just happened. I went into the classroom, almost in tears, and asked when I could have my book back. Her response? "You won't. You aren't old enough." This was supposed to encourage me to read? A teacher punishing a kid for wanting to read something difficult, something that he obviously loved?

That night I told my parents, and I remember them being mad. Mad because she had taken it away and told me I wasn't getting it back, and even madder that she told me I couldn't read the book. My parents were always encouraging me to read, and the more challenging the book, the better. My mom, an elementary school teacher, was quite upset, as this was not just some random teacher telling a kid he couldn't read a book, but her kid's teacher telling him he couldn't read a book. I don't remember exactly what happened the next day, but I do know my mom went in and had a long talk with my teacher, and I got my book back that night. I was allowed to keep reading the book at school, and never heard another word from the teacher about what I was reading. Eventually, after quite a few weeks, I finished The Fellowship of the Ring. And even if I didn't understand some of it, or thought parts of it were boring, I loved it.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Over on this shelf of the library...

Deep in the recesses of Cthulhu's library in R'lyeh, I'm sure these 4 books are sitting on the graphic novel shelf.



Take a look at artist Murray Groat's other work as well, he has some great stuff!

Thanks to Gamer-X over at Howling In The Dark for sending me an article from Comics Alliance with these images.

listening to: Bolt Thrower-...For Victory

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Desert Island Fantasy Books

A few weeks ago,  Risus Monkey posted the "10 Works of Fantasy Literature to have on a Deserted Island" meme. I thought it would be an easy post to knock out in an hour or so, but choosing only 10 books is quite difficult and I've spent more time than I should have swapping things in and out. Some were very easy to pick, but after the first few I had a very hard time deciding how to fill out the list.

So, in no particular order, here are the 10 books, limited to 1 volume per author (I did include a few omnibus volumes), that I would want to have with me if I was deserted on an island:



Listening to: Kreator-Enemy of God

    Monday, November 15, 2010

    Introducing a Kid to Role Playing Games (part 1)

    I've been a volunteer for Big Brothers Big Sisters for 3 years, all with the same boy (now 10 years old), whom I'm going to call E. In general, E and I have quite different interests. While at first this might seem to be a poor match, it has led to eye opening experiences for both of us. He's very different than I was at 10, but we stumble upon things that both of us really enjoy with increasing frequency.

    I have been waiting for the right time to try introducing him to RPGs, and have tried to laying some groundwork over time, seeing what other activities he liked that I could use as an introduction. We have played out big battles on the floor with my gaming miniatures, making up rules as we went along, randomly using dice for movement and combat. E refers to this as "our game"; it's sort of a wargamer version of CalvinBall. Last year for Christmas I bought Nerf swords, and we and ran around in the woodsattacking trees, bushes, each other, basically anything that was slow enough not to get out of our way as we fought off hordes of goblins and dragons. He's has a passion for reading, and both of us love taking trips to the library where we go home with more than we can reasonably read in the 2 week loan period.

    Other things have not gone quite so well-the copy of The Hobbit I bought for his 9th birthday is still unread, and various fantasy movies have been turned off in the middle in favor of Rock Band or other games on the Wii. A day trip to one of the caves in the area turned into a painful experience when he realized the tour group was, literally, a captive audience for his antics.

    But back to the more recent past. We were in a used book shop on a rainy day a few weeks ago, I was looking at graphic novels and sf novels, he was looking at the young adult books. E says to me out of the blue "Hey, when can we go out in the park and fight monsters again? Like in the myths?" referring to a book of Greek mythology he was reading. I smiled inside, seeing my chance to introduce him to RPGs. "Well, I think I know what we can do... Let's go home and I'll show you." 30 minutes later (after lots of "What are we going to do? Huh? Tell me!"), we were at my dining room table, with pencils, graph paper, dice, a copy of Labyrinth Lord, Stonehell Dungeon, my old copy of the D&D Moldvey Basic set, and we were creating his first character.

    To be continued...






    Listening to: Candlemass

    Wednesday, October 20, 2010

    15 Games in 15 Minutes

    This is as good a post as any to restart the blog. Let's see how long it lasts this time. Ha. Ha. Ha. Sigh.

    To follow on the meme that's going around on blogs like Risus Monkey, Grognardia, Huge Ruined Pile, etc., listed below are the first 15 games that come to mind in 15 minutes.

    The rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen games you've played that will always stick with you. List the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

    1. D&D (rpg, all editions)
    2. Marvel Super Heroes (rpg)
    3. Civilization/Advanced Civilization (board game)
    4. Call of Cthulhu (rpg)
    5. Gammarauders (board game)
    6. Car Wars (board/miniatures game)
    7. Savage Worlds (rpg/miniatures game)
    8. Star Frontiers (rpg)
    9. GURPS (rpg)
    10. D&D: Pool of Radiance (computer rpg)
    11. INFOCOM text computer games (Zork, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Planetfall, etc)
    12. Ticket to Ride (board game)
    13. Fluxx (card game)
    14. Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (computer rpg)
    15. Stop Thief (board game)

    Yes, I'm cheating a little on #11, but I played a bunch of the INFOCOM games all at the same time, switching back and forth as I got stuck in different spots in each one. It's sort of my "text based computer game period", rather than a single one of them. As for the other games, wow, there are some pretty big games that I loved that are missing, and some odd ones that came to mind first-Gammarauders? Yeah, I liked Gammarauders, but didn't play it all that much, although the concept was pretty neat. Others, particularly computer games like Bard's Tale and Kings Quest, didn't come to mind until a while after I completed this list. and I'm sure a few others will come to mind later tonight and I'll wish I had them on the list.

    Monday, February 08, 2010

    50 books. Where do I stand?

    At the last check in for my 50 Books in 2010 goal, I was at 3. That was on January 16. Today, on February 8, I'm at 7. Not bad, I'm slightly ahead of the minimum average I want to keep (1 book each week) to meet the goal by the end of the year. This is good, as I know that my reading will drop once the baby arrives in June.

    Since my last update, I've read the following: The Pine Barrens by John McPhee, a history and memoir of the New Jersey Pine Barrens; The 13 Clocks by James Thurber, a childrens book that is part fairy tale and part complex poetry for adults; The Curse of the Blue Figurine by John Bellairs, an author I read another book by recently (The Face in the Frost) but didn't realize he was the same person who wrote one of my favorite books from when I was a kid; and Dark Entries by Ian Rankin, a John Constantine (Hellblazer)graphic novel set in a haunted house that was somewhat curiously published in the Vertigo Crime series for no reason I can figure other than the author is primarily a mystery writer.

    Next up: a new take on vampires in The Strain by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan (thanks to Tim for the recommendation!)

    listening: nothing at the moment

    Manhood for Amateurs

    I completed the first book of my "50 in 2010" on New Years Day-Manhood for Amateurs: The Pleasures and Regrets of a Fathr, Husband, and Son by Michael Chabon. I actually started it a while ago, getting about 1/3 of the way in, but it was a library book and was recalled before I had a chance to finish it. I checked it back out a couple weeks ago, and decided to kick off the new year by finishing it. I've read some of Chabon's work before-a few short stories, a couple essays, and his fantastic tribute to the pulp adventure stories of Fritz Leiber and Robert E. Howard, Gentlemen of the Road.  

    Manhood for Amateurs is a collection of essays about being male, and the roles in life that men play-son, husband, father, brother, son-in-law, and so on. Chabon is definitely a geek-comics, sword & sorcery, science fiction, to name a few typically geeky things that had (and continue to have) a major impact on his life. Between the writings about being male and those about interests that I share with him, I found myself relating to almost all the essays one way or another.

    Reading these essays made me think a lot about who I was growing up, where I came from, who the male figures were that influenced my life, and where my life is now. As I read about his life as a father, especially the birth of his first child, I was thinking to the future. Who will my child be? What will they be like, and what will their influences be? I am looking forward to sharing the things I liked as a kid-Lego bricks, Star Wars, comics, playing in the woods, and so on. Will my son enjoy the same things I did? Or will we be strangers to each other, not able to comprehend what/why we are different?

    So, as not to stray too far from the original point of this post, I highly recommend Manhood for Amateurs. Knowing a number of people who read my blog, I have a feeling they will relate to, and enjoy, Chabon's essays in many of the same ways I did.

    Saturday, January 16, 2010

    3 Down, 47 to Go

    Just a quick update on my reading goal for the year. I've finished 3 books so far. Not a bad start. I'll be posting my thoughts some of the books I read, but not all.

    I've got a post on the first, Manhood for Amateurs, coming up shortly. Second was The Eyes of the Dragon, and third Lyra's Oxford. Lyra's Oxford was really only a short story with a very nice woodcut map (and some other random items) that fleshes out the world of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy, but I'm counting it anyway, as it's a stand alone book. I've also read a comic collection that I'm not counting towards the total, Invincible volume 11: Happy Days.

    Up next? I'm not sure, but I think I'm going to go for some non-fiction.

    Listening: Dark Ages by Soulfly

    Thursday, January 07, 2010

    What To Read?

    In my previous post, I mentioned one of my goals for 2010 was to read 50 books. 50 doesn't really sound like all that many books, but I don't think I've read 50 books (not counting graphic novels) in a single year for quite a while. I got the idea for this goal over on LibraryThing, where there are a variety of book challenges going on: 50, 75, 10 books in each of 10 different subjects, books you already own but haven't read, and so on.

    I've set a few limits and guidelines for myself, in order to help me focus and keep on target for making my goal this year.
    1. Only 20 graphic novels count towards the 50 books: This is to keep me from choosing the easy way out, and finishing early. I tend to read at least 2-3 graphic novels or comic book collections a week, sometimes many more than that. Since I read them both for pleasure and for work (I'm the graphic novel subject librarian for the library where I work), I'll quickly hit 50 books without reading anything but graphic novels.
    2. Graphic novels that do count must be complete, stand alone stories: A large percentage of the graphic novels I read are simply compilations of a run of comics. In order to count, the book must be a stand alone story. Titles like Batman: Year One or Mouse Guard: Fall 1152 would count, but Invincible Volume 11 would not. 
    3. Focus on books I own, have checked out from the library, or have wanted to read for a long time: I have a very long "To Be Read" list, and it grows longer each week. Instead of reading from this list, I just add to it, and never seem to read what I have already put on the list. Instead I read whatever I saw most recently that struck me as worth adding to the list, so the longer a book is on the list the less likely I'll read it. By trying to read mostly books that I already want to read or own instead of whatever I come across new, I hope to make a small dent in the pile. I'm sure I will not stick to this 100%, but that's fine. 
    4. Mix up genres a little: I tend to read the same genres over and over-fantasy, science fiction, horror, and similar. I'm going to make an effort to occasionally read something different, just to make my list a bit more rounded. I'm sure the bulk of titles will be in these areas, though.
    With those ideas in mind, here is a quick starter list of potential books, taken from my book shelves at home and in my office at the library. A few of these I've owned since high school, yet have never read. Others I've picked up in the last year or so. Any could be next, so could something not on this short list. As of this writing, I've actually completed one (Manhood for Amateurs) and started another (Eyes of the Dragon) from my list.

    See anything that I should read right away?


    A Feast for Crows
    George R.R. Martin
    Abarat
    Clive Barker
    Anno Dracula
    Kim Newman
    Declare
    Tim Powers
    Everyday Life in Early America
    David Freeman Hawke
    Expiration Date
    Tim Powers
    Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
    J.K. Rowling
    Into the Heart of Borneo
    Redmond O'Hanlon
    Magician: Apprentice
    Raymond E. Feist
    Manhood for Amateurs
    Michael Chabon
    Moving Pictures
    Terry Pratchett
    Neverwhere
    Neil Gaiman
    Orchid Fever
    Eric Hansen
    Return to Lankhmar
    Fritz Leiber
    The Amazing Adventures of Cavalier & Clay
    Michael Chabon
    The Blade Itself
    Joe Abercrombie
    The Bloody Chamber
    Angela Carter
    The Bridge of San Luis Rey
    Thornton Wilder
    The Children of Hurin
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    The Coming of Conan the Cimmerian
    Robert E. Howard
    The Crystal World
    J.G. Ballard
    The Elric Saga: Part I
    Michael Moorcock
    The Eyes of the Dragon
    Stephen King
    The Good Life
    Helen and Scott Nearing
    The Jungle Books
    Rudyard Kipling
    The Land that Time Forgot
    Edgar Rice Burroughs
    The Pine Barrens
    John McPhee
    The Savage Tales of Solomon Kane
    Robert E. Howard
    The Scar
    China Mieville
    The Traveling Vampire Show
    Richard Laymon
    The Truth
    Terry Pratchett
    Voice of the Mountain
    Manly Wade Wellman
    Witches Abroad
    Terry Pratchett
    Wizard and Glass
    Stephen King

    Listening:  Muse-Origin of Symmetry

    Friday, January 01, 2010

    Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010

    2010-Another year down, and the start of a new one

    2009 was a pretty big year for me: 10 years living in Charlottesville, 5 years married to Laura, and the biggest event (for me, at least) that began in 2009 is still yet to come-we are starting a family! (If you haven't heard this news yet, it's because we only began telling people outside our immediate families over the past 2 weeks) This still several months down the road, in June, but it's a big event that is taking up a fair amount of my thoughts lately.

    2009 also brought the first of what is hopefully the start of an annual event, a "guys only" trip with two of my closest friends, Nakia and Tim. This year we spent a long weekend camping.
    I began taking pottery classes at the McGuffey Art Center, which I'm enjoying quite a bit and plan on continuing in the future.
    An attempt at guitar lessons wasn't quite as successful-I enjoyed them but found that I don't have the determination to practice on a regular basis. When a gap of a few weeks between lessons hit, I stopped practicing and never started again. Maybe I'll find the drive in the coming year (I hope that I will).
    I saw a number of concerts this past year-Metallica, U2, Municipal Waste, Bruce Springsteen, Phish, and several others, all of which brings my list of bands I can remember seeing to 233 (many of them multiple times).
    I lost 25 pounds, then gained 10 back.
    I didn't do all that much gaming this year-a fair amount of Rock Band/Guitar Hero, several board game nights with friends and coworkers, but only a few rpg sessions.
    I started using Twitter, then stopped. I didn't post a single blog post. I spent a lot of time on Facebook in the first half of the year then trailed off over the summer, never really going back to it with the same determination to keep up. I lost track of some friends (online and IRL), hopefully we'll reconnect in the new year.
    We went on a big vacation this year-a cruise to the Greek Islands, Croatia,  and Venice, Italy. A trip I'll remember for a long time to come, as we saw some amazing things I never expected to see in person.
    I cut my comic book pull list down quite a bit, but I still find that I'm not really enjoying reading comics as much as I used to. I still enjoy them, but I'm finding that I'd rather read them in big chunks, full stories instead of 32 pages at a time in the monthly format.

    So, 2009. Lots of positive, some negative, and a little neutral. I call it a positive year overall.

    What does 2010 bring? Change, for sure. I'll be a new father, which I am very excited about, and very scared as well. More live music, hopefully. Maybe some more gaming, at least in the first half of the year. Increased communication with people I lost touch with over the past year. Bigger projects at work. A new start at the gym, and hopefully lose some more weight. More pottery to bring home and find places for around the house. Maybe I'll stop buying monthly comics and go over to all trades and collected volumes? I hope to make blogging a more regular thing (if I can find a theme that keeps me coming back to it). I want to read more, especially books that have been in my "to be read" pile for a long time. I'd like to spend more time outside-hiking, gardening, whatever.

    Here's a short list of goals for 2010, something I can refer back to in the coming year and measure myself against. Am I just optimistic right now, or can I actually meet most of these? 
    • Read 50 Books: only 20 graphic novels count towards the 50, focus on my "to be read" pile, not on new books
    • Loose Weight: 15 pounds will put me at 185, my goal from last year
    • Prepare for fatherhood: Lots of things here-combining the office and guest room, taking stock of what we have vs. what we need, deciding what I can get rid of to make more room, etc.
    • Spend more time outside: hiking, walking, gardening, biking, whatever
    • Pottery classes: Make more useful things, and less random bowls, flowerpots, and boxes
    • Blog: find a theme? I need something that makes me want to come and write more-games, books, music, maybe reviews of the things I am reading/listening to/playing?
    • Game more: I love playing and running RPGs, why don't I play them more?
    • Paint 26 miniatures: finishing 1 miniature every 2 weeks should be doable
    • Movies with Laura: I enjoy movies, Laura loves movies, yet we seldom watch the same ones. I'd like to make more of an effort to watch them together
    That's 9 goals (so far) for 2010. Let's see how I do.


    Currently listening to: the dog snoring on the floor next to me

    Monday, April 14, 2008

    Lovecraft's Commonplace Book

    From La Petite Claudine by way of a post on Circvs Maximvs, below are 221 story ideas straight from H.P. Lovecraft's commonplace book, which he used as a plot diary.

    Also, here are similar commonplace books by Clark Aston Smith: The Black Book of Clark Ashton Smith, The Black Book: Adenda, and Strange Shadows (Thanks to Allan Grohe for the C.A.S. links).

    This book consists of ideas, images, & quotations hastily jotted down for possible future use in weird fiction. Very few are actually developed plots—for the most part they are merely suggestions or random impressions designed to set the memory or imagination working. Their sources are various—dreams, things read, casual incidents, idle conceptions, & so on.
    —H. P. Lovecraft

    Presented to R. H. Barlow, Esq., on May 7, 1934—in exchange for an admirably neat typed copy from his skilled hand.


    1 Demophon shivered when the sun shone upon him. (Lover of darkness = ignorance.)

    2 Inhabitants of Zinge, over whom the star Canopus rises every night, are always gay and without sorrow. [x]

    3 The shores of Attica respond in song to the waves of the Aegean. [x]

    4 Horror Story
    Man dreams of falling—found on floor mangled as tho’ from falling from a vast height. [x]

    5 Narrator walks along unfamiliar country road,—comes to strange region of the unreal.

    6 In Ld Dunsany’s “Idle Days on the Yann”
    The inhabitants of the antient Astahan, on the Yann, do all things according to antient ceremony. Nothing new is found.

    “Here we have fetter’d and manacled Time, who wou’d otherwise slay the Gods.” [x]


    7 Horror Story
    The sculptured hand—or other artificial hand—which strangles its creator. [x]

    8 Hor. Sto.
    Man makes appt. with old enemy. Dies—body keeps appt.

    9 Dr. Eben Spencer plot. [x]

    10 Dream of flying over city. [Celephaïs]

    11 Odd nocturnal ritual. Beasts dance and march to musick. [x]

    12 Happenings in interval between preliminary sound and striking of clock—ending—

    “it was the tones of the clock striking three”. [x]

    13 House and garden—old—associations. Scene takes on strange aspect.

    14 Hideous sound in the dark.

    15 Bridge and slimy black waters. [Fungi—The Canal]

    16 The walking dead—seemingly alive, but—. [x]

    17 Doors found mysteriously open and shut etc.—excite terror.

    18 Calamander-wood—a very valuable cabinet wood of Ceylon and S. India, resembling rosewood.

    19 Revise 1907 tale—painting of ultimate horror.

    20 Man journeys into the past—or imaginative realm—leaving bodily shell behind.

    21 A very ancient colossus in a very ancient desert. Face gone—no man hath seen it.

    22 Mermaid Legend—Encyc. Britt. XVI—40.

    23 The man who would not sleep—dares not sleep—takes drugs to keep himself awake. Finally falls asleep—and something happens. Motto from Baudelaire p. 214. [Hypnos]

    24 Dunsany—Go-By Street
    Man stumbles on dream world—returns to earth—seeks to go back—succeeds, but finds dream world ancient and decayed as though by thousands of years.


    1919

    25 Man visits museum of antiquities—asks that it accept a bas-relief he has just made—old and learned curator laughs and says he cannot accept anything so modern. Man says that

    ‘dreams are older than brooding Egypt or the contemplative Sphinx or garden-girdled Babylonia’

    and that he had fashioned the sculpture in his dreams. Curator bids him shew his product, and when he does so curator shews horror. Asks who the man may be. He tells modern name. “No—before that” says curator. Man does not remember except in dreams. Then curator offers high price, but man fears he means to destroy sculpture. Asks fabulous price—curator will consult directors.

    Add good development and describe nature of bas-relief. [Cthulhu]

    26 Dream of ancient castle stairs—sleeping guards—narrow window—battle on plain between men of England and men of yellow tabards with red dragons. Leader of English challenges leader of foe to single combat. They fight. Foe unhelmeted, but there is no head revealed. Whole army of foe fades into mist, and watcher finds himself to be the English knight on the plain, mounted. Looks at castle, and sees a peculiar concentration of fantastic clouds over the highest battlements.

    27 Life and Death
    Death—its desolation and horror—bleak spaces—sea-bottom—dead cities. But Life—the greater horror! Vast unheard-of reptiles and leviathans—hideous beasts of prehistoric jungle—rank slimy vegetation—evil instincts of primal man—Life is more horrible than death.

    28 The Cats of Ulthar
    The cat is the soul of antique Ægyptus and bearer of tales from forgotten cities of Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.

    29 Dream of Seekonk—ebbing tide—bolt from sky—exodus from Providence—fall of Congregational dome.

    30 Strange visit to a place at night—moonlight—castle of great magnificence etc. Daylight shews either abandonment or unrecognisable ruins—perhaps of vast antiquity.

    31 Prehistoric man preserved in Siberian ice. (See Winchell—Walks and Talks in the Geological field—p. 156 et seq.)

    32 As dinosaurs were once surpassed by mammals, so will man-mammal be surpassed by insect or bird—fall of man before the new race. [x]

    33 Determinism and prophecy. [x]

    34 Moving away from earth more swiftly than light—past gradually unfolded—horrible revelation.

    35 Special beings with special senses from remote universes. Advent of an external universe to view.

    36 Disintegration of all matter to electrons and finally empty space assured, just as devolution of energy to radiant heat is known. Case of acceleration—man passes into space.

    37 Peculiar odour of a book of childhood induces repetition of childhood fancy.

    38 Drowning sensations—undersea—cities—ships—souls of the dead. Drowning is a horrible death.

    39 Sounds—possibly musical—heard in the night from other worlds or realms of being.

    40 Warning that certain ground is sacred or accursed; that a house or city must not be built upon it—or must be abandoned or destroyed if built, under penalty of catastrophe.

    41 The Italians call Fear La figlia della Morte—the daughter of Death. [x]

    42 Fear of mirrors—memory of dream in which scene is altered and climax is hideous surprise at seeing oneself in the water or a mirror. (Identity?) [Outsider?]

    43 Monsters born living—burrow underground and multiply, forming race of unsuspected daemons.

    44 Castle by pool or river—reflection fixed thro’ centuries—castle destroyed, reflection lives to avenge destroyers weirdly.

    45 Race of immortal Pharaohs dwelling beneath pyramids in vast subterranean halls down black staircases.

    46 Hawthorne—unwritten plot

    Visitor from tomb—stranger at some publick concourse followed at midnight to graveyard where he descends into the earth.

    47 From Arabia Encyc. Britan. II—255

    Prehistoric fabulous tribes of Ad in the south, Thamood in the north, and Tasm and Jadis in the centre of the peninsula. “Very gorgeous are the descriptions given of Irem, the City of Pillars (as the Koran styles it) supposed to have been erected by Shedad, the latest despot of Ad, in the regions of Hadramaut, and which yet, after the annihilation of its tenants, remains entire, so Arabs say, invisible to ordinary eyes, but occasionally and at rare intervals, revealed to some heaven-favoured traveller.” // Rock excavations in N.W. Hejaz ascribed to Thamood tribe.

    48 Cities wiped out by supernatural wrath.

    49 AZATHOTH—hideous name. [x]

    50 Phleg′-e-thon—

    a river of liquid fire in Hades. [x]

    51 Enchanted garden where moon casts shadow of object or ghost invisible to the human eye.

    52 Calling on the dead—voice or familiar sound in adjacent room.

    53 Hand of dead man writes.

    54 Transposition of identity.

    55 Man followed by invisible thing.

    56 Book or MS. too horrible to read—warned against reading it—someone reads and is found dead. Haverhill incident.

    57 Sailing or rowing on lake in moonlight—sailing into invisibility.

    58 A queer village—in a valley, reached by a long road and visible from the crest of the hill from which that road descends—or close to a dense and antique forest.

    59 Man in strange subterranean chamber—seeks to force door of bronze—overwhelmed by influx of waters.

    60 Fisherman casts his net into the sea by moonlight—what he finds.

    61 A terrible pilgrimage to seek the nighted throne of the far daemon-sultan Azathoth.

    62 Live man buried in bridge masonry according to superstition—or black cat.

    63 Sinister names—Nasht—Kaman-Thah. [x]

    64 Identity—reconstruction of personality—man makes duplicate of himself. [x]

    65 Riley’s fear of undertakers—door locked on inside after death.

    66 Catacombs discovered beneath a city (in America?).

    67 An impression—city in peril—dead city—equestrian statue—men in closed room—clattering of hooves heard from outside—marvel disclosed on looking out—doubtful ending.

    68 Murder discovered—body located—by psychological detective who pretends he has made walls of room transparent. Works on fear of murderer.

    69 Man with unnatural face—oddity of speaking—found to be a mask—Revelation.

    70 Tone of extreme phantasy
    Man transformed to island or mountain. [x]

    71 Man has sold his soul to devil—returns to family from trip—life afterward—fear—culminating horror—novel length.

    72 Hallowe’en incident—mirror in cellar—face seen therein—death (claw-mark?).

    73 Rats multiply and exterminate first a single city and then all mankind. Increased size and intelligence.

    74 Italian revenge—killing self in cell with enemy—under castle. [used by FBL, Jr.]

    75 Black Mass under antique church.

    76 Ancient cathedral—hideous gargoyle—man seeks to rob—found dead—gargoyle’s jaw bloody.

    77 Unspeakable dance of the gargoyles—in morning several gargoyles on old cathedral found transposed.

    78 Wandering thro’ labyrinth of narrow slum streets—come on distant light—unheard-of rites of swarming beggars—like Court of Miracles in Notre Dame de Paris.

    79 Horrible secret in crypt of ancient castle—discovered by dweller.

    80 Shapeless living thing forming nucleus of ancient building.

    81 Marblehead—dream—burying hill—evening—unreality. [x] [Festival?]

    82 Power of wizard to influence dreams of others.


    1920

    83 Quotation
    “. . . a defunct nightmare, which had perished in the midst of its wickedness, and left its flabby corpse on the breast of the tormented one, to be gotten rid of as it might.”—Hawthorne

    84 Hideous cracked discords of bass musick from (ruin’d) organ in (abandon’d) abbey or cathedral. [Red Hook]

    85 “For has not Nature, too, her grotesques—the rent rock, the distorting lights of evening on lonely roads, the unveiled structure of man in the embryo, or the skeleton?”

    Pater—Renaissance (da Vinci).

    86 To find something horrible in a (perhaps familiar) book, and not to be able to find it again.

    87 Borellus says, “that the Essential Salts of animals may be so prepared and preserved, that an ingenious man may have the whole ark of Noah in his own Study, and raise the fine shape of an animal out of its ashes at his pleasure; and that by the like method from the Essential Salts of humane dust, a Philosopher may, without any criminal necromancy, call up the shape of any dead ancestor from the dust whereinto his body has been incinerated.” [Charles Dexter Ward]

    88 Lonely philosopher fond of cat. Hypnotises it—as it were—by repeatedly talking to it and looking at it. After his death the cat evinces signs of possessing his personality. N.B. He has trained cat, and leaves it to a friend, with instructions as to fitting a pen to its right fore paw by means of a harness. Later writes with deceased’s own handwriting.

    89 Lone lagoons and swamps of Louisiana—death daemon—ancient house and gardens—moss-grown trees—festoons of Spanish moss.


    1922?

    90 Anencephalous or brainless monster who survives and attains prodigious size.

    91 Lost winter day—slept over—20 yrs. later. Sleep in chair on summer night—false dawn—old scenery and sensations—cold—old persons now dead—horror—frozen?


    1922?

    92 Man’s body dies—but corpse retains life. Stalks about—tries to conceal odour of decay—detained somewhere—hideous climax. [Cool Air]

    93 A place one has been—a beautiful view of a village or farm-dotted valley in the sunset—which one cannot find again or locate in memory.

    94 Change comes over the sun—shews objects in strange form, perhaps restoring landscape of the past.

    95 Horrible Colonial farmhouse and overgrown garden on city hillside—overtaken by growth. Verse “The House” as basis of story. [Shunned House]

    96 Unknown fires seen across the hills at night.

    97 Blind fear of a certain woodland hollow where streams writhe among crooked roots, and where on a buried altar terrible sacrifices have occur’d—Phosphorescence of dead trees. Ground bubbles.

    98 Hideous old house on steep city hillside—Bowen St.—beckons in the night—black windows—horror unnam’d—cold touch and voice—the welcome of the dead.


    1923

    99 Salem story—the cottage of an aged witch—wherein after her death are found sundry terrible things.

    100 Subterranean region beneath placid New England village, inhabited by (living or extinct) creatures of prehistoric antiquity and strangeness.

    101 Hideous secret society—widespread—horrible rites in caverns under familiar scenes—one’s own neighbour may belong. [x]

    102 Corpse in room performs some act—prompted by discussion in its presence. Tears up or hides will, etc.

    103 Sealed room—or at least no lamp allowed there. Shadow on wall. [x]

    104 Old sea tavern now far inland from made land. Strange occurrences—sound of lapping of waves—

    105 Vampire visits man in ancestral abode—is his own father.

    106 A thing that sat on a sleeper’s chest. Gone in morning, but something left behind.


    1923

    107 Wall paper cracks off in sinister shape—man dies of fright. [x] [Rats in Walls]

    108 Educated mulatto seeks to displace personality of white man and occupy his body.

    109 Ancient negro voodoo wizard in cabin in swamp—possesses white man.

    110 Antediluvian—Cyclopean ruins on lonely Pacific island. Centre of earthwide subterranean witch cult.

    111 Ancient ruin in Alabama swamp—voodoo.

    112 Man lives near graveyard—how does he live? Eats no food. [x]

    113 Biological-hereditary memories of other worlds and universes. Butler—God Known and Unk. p. 59. [Belknap]

    114 Death lights dancing over a salt marsh.

    115 Ancient castle within sound of weird waterfall—sound ceases for a time under strange conditions.

    116 Prowling at night around an unlighted castle amidst strange scenery.

    117 A secret living thing kept and fed in an old house.


    1924

    118 Something seen at oriel window of forbidden room in ancient manor house.

    119 Art note—fantastick daemons of Salvator Rosa or Fuseli (trunk-proboscis).

    120 Talking bird of great longevity—tells secret long afterward.

    121 Photius tells of a (lost) writer named Damascius, who wrote

    “Incredible Fictions”
    “Tales of Daemons”
    “Marvellous Stories of Appearances from the Dead”.

    122 Horrible things whispered in the lines of Gauthier de Metz (13th cen.) “Image du Monde”.

    123 Dried-up man living for centuries in cataleptic state in ancient tomb.

    124 Hideous secret assemblage at night in antique alley—disperse furtively one by one—one seen to drop something—a human hand—

    125 Man abandon’d by ship—swimming in sea—pickt up hours later with strange story of undersea region he has visited—mad??

    126 Castaways on island eat unknown vegetation and become strangely transformed.

    127 Ancient and unknown ruins—strange and immortal bird who speaks in a language horrifying and revelatory to the explorers.

    128 Individual, by some strange process, retraces the path of evolution and becomes amphibious.

     Dr. insists that the particular amphibian from which man descends is not like any known to palaeontology. To prove it, indulges in (or relates) strange experiment.


    1925

    129 Marble Faun p. 346—strange and prehistorick Italian city of stone.

    130 N.E. region call’d “Witches’ Hollow”—along course of a river. Rumours of witches’ sabbaths and Indian powwows on a broad mound rising out of the level where some old hemlocks and beeches formed a dark grove or daemon-temple. Legends hard to account for. Holmes—Guardian Angel.

    131 Phosphorescence of decaying wood—called in New England “fox-fire”.

    132 Mad artist in ancient sinister house draws things. What were his models? Glimpse. [Pickman’s Model]

    133 Man has miniature shapeless Siamese twin—exhib. in circus—twin surgically detached—disappears—does hideous things with malign life of his own. [HSW—Cassius]

    134 Witches’ Hollow novel? Man hired as teacher in private school misses road on first trip—encounters dark hollow with unnaturally swollen trees and small cottage (light in window?). Reaches school and hears that boys are forbidden to visit hollow. One boy is strange—teacher sees him visit hollow—odd doings—mysterious disappearance or hideous fate.

    135 Hideous world superimposed on visible world—gate through—power guides narrator to ancient and forbidden book with directions for access.

    136 A secret language spoken by a very few old men in a wild country leads to hidden marvels and terrors still surviving.

    137 Strange man seen in lonely mountain place talking with great winged thing which flies away as others approach.

    138 Someone or something cries in fright at sight of the rising moon, as if it were something strange. [x]

    139 DELRIO asks “An sint unquam daemones incubi et succubae, et an ex tali congressu proles nasci queat?” [Red Hook]

    140 Explorer enters strange land where some atmospheric quality darkens the sky to virtual blackness—marvels therein.


    1926

    141 Footnote by Haggard or Lang in “The World’s Desire”

    “Probably the mysterious and indecipherable ancient books, which were occasionally excavated in old Egypt, were written in this dead language of a more ancient and now forgotten people. Such was the book discovered at Coptos, in the ancient sanctuary there, by a priest of the Goddess. ‘The whole earth was dark, but the moon shone all about the Book.’ A scribe of the period of the Ramessids mentions another in indecipherable ancient writing. ‘Thou tellest me thou understandest no word of it, good or bad. There is, as it were, a wall about it that none may climb. Thou art instructed, yet thou knowest it not; this makes me afraid.’

    “Birch Zeitschrift 1871 pp. 61–64 Papyrus Anastasi I pl. X, l.8, pl. X l.4. Maspero, Hist. Anc. pp. 66–67.”

    142 Members of witch-cult were buried face downward. Man investigates ancestor in family tomb and finds disquieting condition.

    143 Strange well in Arkham country—water gives out (or was never struck —hole kept tightly covered by a stone ever since dug)—no bottom—shunned and feared—what lay beneath (either unholy temple or other very ancient thing, or great cave-world). [Fungi—The Well]

    144 Hideous book glimpsed in ancient shop—never seen again.

    145 Horrible boarding house—closed door never opened.

    146 Ancient lamp found in tomb—when filled and used, its light reveals strange world. [Fungi]

    147 Any very ancient, unknown, or prehistoric object—its power of suggestion—forbidden memories.

    148 Vampire dog.

    149 Evil alley or enclosed court in ancient city—Union or Milligan St. [Fungi]

    150 Visit to someone in wild and remote house—ride from station through the night—into the haunted hills—house by forest or water—terrible things live there.

    151 Man forced to take shelter in strange house. Host has thick beard and dark glasses. Retires. In night guest rises and sees host’s clothes about—also mask which was the apparent face of whatever the host was. Flight.

    152 Autonomic nervous system and subconscious mind do not reside in the head. Have mad physician decapitate a man but keep him alive and subconsciously controlled. Avoid copying tale by W. C. Morrow.


    1928

    153 Black cat on hill near dark gulf of ancient inn yard. Mew hoarsely—invites artist to nighted mysteries beyond. Finally dies at advanced age. Haunts dreams of artist—lures him to follow—strange outcome (never wakes up? or makes bizarre discovery of an elder world outside 3-dimensioned space?) [Used by Dwyer]

    154 Trophonius—cave of. Vide Class. Dict. and Atlantic article.

    155 Steepled town seen from afar at sunset—does not light up at night. Sail has been seen putting out to sea. [Fungi]

    156 Adventures of a disembodied spirit—thro’ dim, half-familiar cities and over strange moors—thro’ space and time—other planets and universes in the end.

    157 Vague lights, geometrical figures, etc., seen on retina when eyes are closed. Caus’d by rays from other dimensions acting on optick nerve? From other planets? Connected with a life or phase of being in which person could live if he only knew how to get there? Man afraid to shut eyes—he has been somewhere on a terrible pilgrimage and this fearsome seeing faculty remains.

    158 Man has terrible wizard friend who gains influence over him. Kills him in defence of his soul—walls body up in ancient cellar—BUT—the dead wizard (who has said strange things about soul lingering in body) changes bodies with him . . . leaving him a conscious corpse in cellar. [Thing on Doorstep]

    159 Certain kind of deep-toned stately music of the style of the 1870’s or 1880’s recalls certain visions of that period—gas-litten parlours of the dead, moonlight on old floors, decaying business streets with gas lamps, etc.—under terrible circumstances.

    160 Book which induces sleep on reading—cannot be read—determined man reads it—goes mad—precautions taken by aged initiate who knows—protection (as of author and translator) by incantation.

    161 Time and space—past event—150 yrs ago—unexplained. Modern period—person intensely homesick for past says or does something which is psychically transmitted back and actually causes the past event.

    162 Ultimate horror—grandfather returns from strange trip—mystery in house—wind and darkness—grandf. and mother engulfed—questions forbidden—somnolence—investigation—cataclysm—screams overheard—

    163 Man whose money was obscurely made loses it. Tells his family he must go again to THE PLACE (horrible and sinister and extra-dimensional) where he got his gold. Hints of possible pursuers—or of his possible non-return. He goes—record of what happens to him—or what happens at his home when he returns. Perhaps connect with preceding topic. Give fantastic, quasi-Dunsanian treatment.

    164 Man observed in a publick place with features (or ring or jewel) identified with those of man long (perhaps generations) buried.

    165 Terrible trip to an ancient and forgotten tomb.

    166 Hideous family living in shadow in ancient castle by edge of wood near black cliffs and monstrous waterfall.

    167 Boy rear’d in atmosphere of considerable mystery. Believes father dead. Suddenly is told that father is about to return. Strange preparations—consequences.

    168 Lonely bleak islands off N.E. coast. Horrors they harbour—outpost of cosmic influences.

    169 What hatches from primordial egg.

    170 Strange man in shadowy quarter of ancient city possesses something of immemorial archaic horror.

    171 Hideous old book discovered—directions for shocking evocation.


    1930

    172 Pre-human idol found in desert.

    173 Idol in museum moves in a certain way.

    174 Migration of Lemmings—Atlantis.

    175 Little green Celtic figures dug up in an ancient Irish bog.

    176 Man blindfolded and taken in closed cab or car to some very ancient and secret place.

    177 The dreams of one man actually create a strange half-mad world of quasi-material substance in another dimension. Another man, also a dreamer, blunders into this world in a dream. What he finds. Intelligence of denizens. Their dependence on the first dreamer. What happens at his death.

    178 A very ancient tomb in the deep woods near where a 17th century Virginia manor-house used to be. The undecayed, bloated thing found within.

    179 Appearance of an ancient god in a lonely and archaic place—prob. temple ruin. Atmosphere of beauty rather than horror. Subtle handling—presence revealed by faint sound or shadow. Landscape changes? Seen by child? Impossible to reach or identify locale again?

    180 A general house of horror—nameless crime—sounds—later tenants—(Flammarion) (novel length?).

    181 Inhabitant of another world—face masked, perhaps with human skin or surgically alter’d human shape, but body alien beneath robes. Having reached earth, tries to mix with mankind. Hideous revelation. [Suggested by CAS.]

    182 In ancient buried city a man finds a mouldering prehistoric document in English and in his own handwriting, telling an incredible tale. Voyage from present into past implied. Possible actualisation of this.

    183 Reference in Egyptian papyrus to a secret of secrets under tomb of high-priest Ka-Nefer. Tomb finally found and identified—trap door in stone floor—staircase, and the illimitable black abyss. [x]

    184 Expedition lost in Antarctic or other weird place. Skeletons and effects found years later. Camera films used but undeveloped. Finders develop—and find strange horror.

    185 Scene of an urban horror—Sous le Cap or Champlain Sts.—Quebec—rugged cliff-face—moss, mildew, dampness—houses half-burrowing into cliff.

    186 Thing from sea—in dark house, man finds doorknobs etc. wet as from touch of something. He has been a sea-captain, and once found a strange temple on a volcanically risen island.


    1931

    187 Dream of awaking in vast hall of strange architecture, with sheet-covered forms on slabs—in positions similar to one’s own. Suggestions of disturbingly non-human outlines under sheets. One of the objects moves and throws off sheet—non-terrestrial being revealed. Sugg. that oneself is also such a being—mind has become transferred to body on other planet.

    188 Desert of rock—prehistoric door in cliff, in the valley around which lie the bones of uncounted billions of animals both modern and prehistoric—some of them puzzlingly gnawed.

    189 Ancient necropolis—bronze door in hillside which opens as the moonlight strikes it—focussed by ancient lens in pylon opposite?


    1932

    190 Primal mummy in museum—awakes and changes place with visitor.

    191 An odd wound appears on a man’s hand suddenly and without apparent cause. Spreads. Consequences.


    1933

    192 Thibetan ROLANG—Sorcerer (or NGAGSPA) reanimates a corpse by holding it in a dark room—lying on it mouth to mouth and repeating a magic formula with all else banished from his mind. Corpse slowly comes to life and stands up. Tries to escape—leaps, bounds, and struggles—but sorcerer holds it. Continues with magic formula. Corpse sticks out tongue and sorcerer bites it off. Corpse then collapses. Tongue become a valuable magic talisman. If corpse escapes—hideous results and death to sorcerer.

    193 Strange book of horror discovered in ancient library. Paragraphs of terrible significance copies. Later unable to find and verify text. Perhaps discover body or image or charm under floor, in secret cupboard, or elsewhere. Idea that book was merely hypnotic delusion induced by dead brain or ancient magic.

    194 Man enters (supposedly) own house in pitch dark. Feels way to room and shuts door behind him. Strange horrors—or turns on lights and finds alien place or presence. Or finds past restored or future indicated.

    195 Pane of peculiar-looking glass from a ruined monastery reputed to have harboured devil-worship set up in modern house at edge of wild country. Landscape looks vaguely and unplaceably wrong through it. It has some unknown time-distorting quality, and comes from a primal, lost civilisation. Finally, hideous things in other world seen through it.

    196 Daemons, when desiring an human form for evil purposes, take to themselves the bodies of hanged men.

    197 Loss of memory and entry into a cloudy world of strange sights and experiences after shock, accident, reading of strange book, participation in strange rite, draught of strange brew, etc. Things seen have vague and disquieting familiarity. Emergence. Inability to retrace course.


    1934

    198 Distant tower visible from hillside window. Bats cluster thickly around it at night. Observer fascinated. One night wakes to find self on unknown black circular staircase. In tower? Hideous goal.

    199 Black winged thing flies into one’s house at night. Cannot be found or identified—but subtle developments ensue.

    200 Invisible Thing felt—or seen to make prints—on mountain top or other height, inaccessible place.

    201 Planets form’d of invisible matter.


    ——————————

    202 A monstrous derelict—found and boarded by a castaway or shipwreck survivor.

    203 A return to a place under dreamlike, horrible, and only dimly comprehended circumstances. Death and decay reigning—town fails to light up at night—Revelation.

    204 Disturbing conviction that all life is only a deceptive dream with some dismal or sinister horror lurking behind.

    205 Person gazes out window and finds city and world dark and dead (or oddly changed) outside.

    206 Trying to identify and visit the distant scenes dimly seen from one’s window—bizarre consequences.

    207 Something snatched away from one in the dark—in a lonely, ancient, and generally shunned place.

    208 (Dream of) some vehicle—railway train, coach, etc.—which is boarded in a stupor or fever, and which is a fragment of some past or ultra-dimensional world—taking the passenger out of reality—into vague, age-crumbled regions or unbelievable gulfs of marvel.


    1935

    209 Special Correspondence of NY Times—March 3, 1935

    “Halifax, N.S.—Etched deeply into the face of an island which rises from the Atlantic surges off the S. coast of Nova Scotia 20 m. from Halifax is the strangest rock phenomenon which Canada boasts. Storm, sea, and frost have graven into the solid cliff of what has come to be known as Virgin’s Island an almost perfect outline of the Madonna with the Christ Child in her arms.

    The island has sheer and wave-bound sides, is a danger to ships, and is absolutely uninhabited. So far as is known, no human being has ever set foot on its shores.”

    210 An ancient house with blackened pictures on the walls—so obscured that their subjects cannot be deciphered. Cleaning—and revelation. Cf. Hawthorne—Edw. Rand. Port.

    211 Begin story with presence of narrator—inexplicable to himself—in utterly alien and terrifying scenes (dream?).

    212 Strange human being (or beings) living in some ancient house or ruins far from populous district (either old N.E. or far exotic land). Suspicion (based on shape and habits) that it is not all human.

    213 Ancient winter woods—moss—great boles—twisted branches—dark—ribbed roots—always dripping. . . .

    214 Talking rock of Africa—immemorially ancient oracle in desolate jungle ruins that speaks with a voice out of the aeons.

    215 Man with lost memory in strange, imperfectly comprehended environment. Fears to regain memory—a glimpse. . . .

    216 Man idly shapes a queer image—some power impels him to make it queerer than he understands. Throws it away in disgust—but something is abroad in the night.

    217 Ancient (Roman? prehistoric?) stone bridge washed away by a (sudden and curious?) storm. Something liberated which had been sealed up in the masonry of years ago. Things happen.

    218 Mirage in time—image of long-vanish’d pre-human city.

    219 Fog or smoke—assumes shaped under incantations.

    220 Bell of some ancient church or castle rung by some unknown hand—a thing . . . or an invisible Presence.

    221 Insects or other entities from space attack and penetrate a man’s head and cause him to remember alien and exotic things—possible displacement of personality.


    Tuesday, March 04, 2008

    Gary Gygax (July 27, 1938 – March 4, 2008)


    E. Gary Gygax, the creator of Dungeons & Dragons, passed away today. It's somehow fitting that the original Dungeon Master passed away on what has become known over the past few years in the gaming industry as "GM's Day", a day to thank your DM/GM for the games they run. Without Gary, there would not be any of us who consider ourselves DMs. I'm glad I got to meet Gary last year at GenCon, shake his hand, and thank him for the fun times I've had over the years playing D&D.

    Again, thanks for all the good times Gary.





    Tuesday, February 19, 2008

    Bands I've Seen

    This is sort of a work in progress, as I know I've seen other bands, and I've seen many of these multiple times. It's an interesting mix of genres-punk, metal, folk, rock, jazz, and more. I'm sure I'll come up with others I've seen, but for now, here are 194 bands I've seen live.

    .38 Special
    AC/DC
    AC/DShe
    Aerosmith
    Agents of Good Roots
    Aldo Nova
    Alice In Chains
    Allman Brothers Band
    Alvin Youngblood Hart
    Anderson Bruford Wakeman and Howe
    Ani Defranco
    Anthrax
    Aquarium Rescue Unit
    Arlo Guthrie
    Armored Saint
    Arrested Development
    Babes in Toyland
    Bad Brains
    Bad Company
    Badlands
    Bela Fleck and the Flecktones
    Bent Sirkis
    Big Head Todd & the Monsters
    Biohazard
    Black Crows
    Black Label Society
    Black Sheep
    Blues Traveller
    Bob Dylan
    Bob Weir/Ratdog
    Bon Jovi
    Bonham
    Britney Fox
    Bruce Hornsby
    Bryan Adams
    Butthole Surfers
    Cheap Trick
    Corey Harris
    Crash Test Dummies
    Cry Cry Cry
    Damn Yankees
    Dangerous Toys
    Dar Williams
    Dave Matthews Band
    David Crosby
    David Wilcox
    Day By The River
    Deep Banana Blackout
    Def Leppard
    Del tha Funkee Homosapian
    Dinosaur Jr.
    Dio
    Dr. John
    Eddie From Ohio
    Eric Clapton
    Extreme
    Faith No More
    Fiction Plane
    Fierce Nipples
    Fishbone
    Flogging Molly
    From Good Homes
    Front 242
    Gene Clark
    Govt Mule
    Grateful Dead
    Great White
    Greg Brown
    Guns N' Roses
    GWAR
    Hackensaw Boys
    Henry Rollins
    Hot Tuna
    Ice Cube
    Ice-T & Body Count
    In Flames
    In This Moment
    Iron Maiden
    James
    James Taylor
    Jane's Addiction
    Jazz is Dead
    Jesus and Mary Chain
    Jewel
    Jimmy Buffett
    Joan Jett
    Joe Jackson
    John Cale
    John McCutchen
    John Wesley Harding
    Keith Urban
    Keller Williams
    KISS
    Kix
    Kreator
    L.A. Guns
    Lab Report
    Lenny Kravitz
    Levon Helm
    Little Big Town
    Little Feat
    Living Color
    Los Lobos
    Lucinda Williams
    Lucy Kaplansky
    Lush
    Lyle Lovett
    Merl Saunders
    Meat Loaf
    Megadeth
    Metallica
    Mickey Hart
    Mighty Mighty Bosstones
    Ministry
    moe.
    Moon Boot Lover
    Mose Alison
    Motley Crue
    Moxy Fruvous
    Mr. Big
    Mucky Pup
    Mudvayne
    Murphy's Law
    Naked Puritans Philharmonic
    Neil Young
    Nine Inch Nails
    Nuclear Assault
    Ozzy Osbourne
    Pantera
    Pearl Jam
    Pennywise
    Pernice Brothers
    Pete Seeger
    Phish
    Pigface
    Pink Floyd
    Poison
    Poor Excuse
    Primus
    Prong
    Public Enemy
    Rage Against the Machine
    Ramones
    Ratt
    Red Hot Chili Peppers
    Ricky Warwick
    Rob Zombie
    Robert Cray
    Roger McGuinn
    Rolling Stones
    Rusted Root
    Scorpions
    Scotch Greens
    Seven Nations
    Shawn Mullins
    Skid Row
    Slaughter
    Slayer
    Son Volt
    Soundgarden
    Soulive
    Soup Dragons
    Souxsie & The Banshees
    Spin Doctors
    Spiritualized
    Steve Kimock
    Strangefolk
    String Cheese Incident
    Sweet Honey In the Rock
    Tesla
    Testament
    Creatures
    Cult
    The Dead
    Fiendz
    Kinks
    Long Winters
    Nields
    Other Ones
    Police
    Samples
    Tossers
    Undead
    Wreckers
    Tom Tom Club
    Tool
    Toshi Reagon
    Traffic
    Trey Anastasio
    Ugly Kid Joe
    Whitesnake
    Widespread Panic
    Yngwie Malmsteen
    Young Black Teenagers
    Ziggy Marley

    Sunday, February 03, 2008

    The Geekiest Thing I Ever Did?

    A little over a year ago (November 13, 2006, to be exact), I did something pretty geeky. Yeah, I know-I do lots of geeky stuff, but this may be one of the geekiest fanboy moments I've ever had. We were in Rhode Island for my cousins wedding, and I decided that since we were near Providence (although, truthfully, ANYWHERE in Rhode Island is "near" Providence...) we were going to take a side trip and go visit a cemetery. Not just any cemetery, though. Swan Point Cemetery, resting place of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, author of The Call of Cthulhu (among many other stories).

    It was a foggy, slightly rainy morning when we headed out on our trip to find my favorite authors grave site, and we spent a fair amount of time just finding the cemetery itself. Not that it was hard to find, we just weren't familiar with Providence, and made several wrong turns getting there. Once we were there, we went to the information center and printed out a map and directions to the grave. Ah, so it should be easy now, right? Not so fast. First we spent a good half hour driving through the cemetery, making wrong turns and seeing lots of ornate headstones and beautiful landscaping, but not quite finding the place we were looking for. Swan Point is a beautiful, very old, historic cemetery, and seems to be more like a park that happens to have thousands of people buried in it than a cemetery.

    Eventually we found the spot we were looking for (we had actually driven right by it at least twice): Grave of H.P. Lovecraft, Lot 5, Group 281, Swan Point Cemetery, 585 Blackstone Boulevard, Providence. What next? Why, take a couple pictures, of course! A few of HPL's headstone (with it's famous inscription of "I Am Providence"), and then a couple shots of me and my wife next to the larger family monument. I'm glad Laura has a sense of humor for all my geek passions, as HPL wasn't even on her radar before she met me. Yet here she is, posing for a picture next to his grave. I'm a lucky guy. After spending a little time at the grave, we drove around the cemetery some more, looked at some of the other headstones (and there are some huge and magnificent ones there), enjoyed the scenery, and even took a little walk down to the edge of the Seekonk River.

    Then it was time to get back on the road, and head into the East Side of Providence for a few hours walking around with my brother & sister on the grounds of Brown University on College Hill. Then once again we were headed back to Virginia after a nice long weekend.

    That may be one of, if not the geekiest, fanboy things I've ever done. Have you ever visited the grave of your favorite author? What are you supposed to do at an authors grave-read from their books? Leave a memento for the next fan to find?

    What are some of your geekiest moments?