Sorry, folks, that’s as big as I can make it. I know, I know, you want a high-res version to print out to use as wallpaper; believe me, so do I. The Pangaea projections are nice, but it’d be awesome to see them carried on to the future, where many of HPL’s tales are set.
If you’re as foul-mouthed and as Christmas-spirited as I, you will need to make room in your (three sizes too small?) heart for this tune from British babe band Fascinating Aida. If I get the time and the stupid Gay Macintosh wheel ever stops spinning on this eight year old machine, I’ll write out the lyrics, but I’m pretty sure you can make them out yourself.
Guess what it’s doing out here on the raincoast? Well, it’s not coasting; that’s your first clue.
And when the year is drawing to a close and the nights stretch into infinity amid the whisper of the wind shaking invisible raindrops loose from dead and dying trees, there is only one thing you can do.
Well, two, but I’m all out of gin.
That’s right: you hole up with a damn good spooky movie. And here it is: my very favoritest damn good spooky movie, a portmanteau movie containing multiple mini-movies, all of them good. A British classic from 1945 entitled Dead of Night. Enjoy.
Which is why I’m not a relativist.
Supervenus is an entry in the 17th Brussels Short Film Festival, and I don’t know how it did but as far as I’m concerned it should Win All The Things.