fate keeps on happening

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One of these was a “wing”, conspicuously irrelevant in point of architecture, and no less rebellious in the matter of purpose; for it was a combination of laboratory, menagerie, and museum.
Description of Dr. Druring’s home in The Man and the Snake by Ambrose Bierce.
…for shadows at best are mere fair-weather comrades.
The Ashiel mystery: A Detective Story by Mrs. Charles Bryce. Read it at Project Gutenberg or listen on LibriVox.
…if he did not spend his days in drawing up his last will and testament, it was because such a proceeding—in view of the state of his banking account—would have partaken of the nature of a farce.

Oh, Sir Arthur Byrne, I know exactly how you feel.

The Ashiel mystery: A Detective Story by Mrs. Charles Bryce. Read it at Project Gutenberg or listen on LibriVox.

Where would I possibly find enough leather
With which to cover the surface of the earth?
But wearing leather just on the soles of my shoes
Is equivalent to covering the earth with it.

Shantideva, 8th-century Indian Buddhist monk

(Don’t try to control your whole environment, instead take control of the way you experience that environment.)

It was raining again in Los Angeles. The kind of cold September rain that washes all the hope right out of your soul. And in the morning all that’s left are the faded stains of memory. It doesn’t get rid of all the hope though, just enough to keep you aching. Aching for the promise of something better in the future. But it never comes. Stays tantalizing in the distance like a soft light just beyond the rainfall. Never to reach you.

Detective Frank Mellman works the Copbeat on Teknikal Diffikulties 10/19/2007

The artist knelt down as if genuflecting and began pressing the clay around the right foot and lower leg of the framework. With sensuous strokes his thumbs smoothed the warm clay, which had the feel of human skin. And still he was smiling. Looking up at the veiled head, Enoch said in an arch, satisfied tone, “One obstacle removed. One step closer to you. When I finally stand before you on your pedestal, I’ll tear that mask from your face—-and know you.”
Matter of Truth and Death by Jeffrey Thomas. Published in Encounters with Enoch Coffin by WH Pugmire and Jeffrey Thomas.
The past is alive here, is it not? One can feel it on this air breathed in and see it reflected on the windows where modern light is oddly muted.
Marceline Dubois in Ye Unkempt Thing by WH Pugmire. Published in Encounters with Enoch Coffin by WH Pugmire and Jeffrey Thomas.
The dead guy was like an order you’d give a dog who knew how to operate a television: “Spot on!”
Pterodactyl Jones. The Thrilling Adventure Hour: Beyond Belief, “Jones on Third”.

Octopus Chair by artist Maximo Riera via NOTCOT.

Incredible and lovely.

Middle Manager Gal: Although, is Hell technically haunted? It’s more like filled with damned souls.

Middle Manager Guy: Yes, I suppose so. I mean, most modern corporate headquarters couldn’t be considered haunted. It’d be more like they were… I don’t know.. possessed. 

Gal: Infested with the unholy?

Guy: Yes the sort of place that you would demolish and then have the ground salted just to make sure this sort of thing never happens again.

Gal: I wonder how you look that ritual up?

Tekdiff 8/15/14

Look at us! Running away from a tripod! Being fired on by a heat ray! Dreams really do come true!

Dr Herbert West
Our Fair City: Herbert West vs the Martians

Shakespeare was partly wrong—
the world’s a stage,
This is admitted by the bard’s detractors.
Had William seen some Hamlets
of this age
He’d not have called all men
upon it actors.

Cobwebs from a Library Corner by John Kendrick Bangs

I work in Special Collections in our Library (among other depts) and ran across this book recently. Oddly, the version at the Internet Archive doesn’t include this poem, although it’s listed in the table of contents. Anyway, it’s a cute li’l book!

Our young scouts encounter a local shepherd, who warns them about the four individuals who haunt the well.

“Rags and bones, young gentlemen: all four of ’em: flutterin’ rags and whity bones. It seemed to me as if I could hear ’em clackin’ as they got along. Very slow they went, and lookin’ from side to side.”
“What were their faces like? Could you see?”
“They hadn’t much to call faces,” said the shepherd, “but I could seem to see as they had teeth.”

Wailing Well by M R James.

If we’re willing to give up hope that insecurity and pain can be exterminated, then we can have the courage to relax with the groundlessness of our situation.
Pema Chodron on relaxing into groundlessness via Zen Moments
…and to bring Lovecraft’s Innsmouth to life in the helpless, unsuspecting host-body of San Pedro California, where the jaws of chaos close upon the wafer thin after-dinner mint of all that you know and love.
Why, it’s the 2014 HP Lovecraft Film Festival & CthulhuCon in Los Angeles. Their kickstarter.