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Oct. 19th, 2014


Apparently Douglas Coupland several books that I hadn't realised had been released.  That bothers me on some odd, un-nameable level.

Oct. 18th, 2014


I won a photobook from through McDonalds' Monopoly promotion and I'm trying to figure out what to do with it.  Books?  Monsters?  Monster books?  Food?  Old Theatres?  The 1939 World's Fair?


Perry and I are in an auditorium (based on the one in my highschool) and we're there to observe a religious service.  It wasn't in English.  At one point we line up, like for communion, but are given cookies in leaf shaped vaseline bowls.
I wander off while Perry is talknig to somone on stage and somehow end up at my parents' new house.  In the dream they've purchased this huge monster of a building in Downtown Portsmouth.
They walk me through the ball room, dusty and undergowing renovation, and the library, empty.   I ask about living there but I can't since one of my sisters and her dogs have claimed space already.
This house in Detroit was the inspiration for the house, I think:

Not my Poirot


I picked up Les Petits Meurtres D'Agatha Christie, a four dvd , eight episode Franciphonic adaptation of several Agatha Christie mysteries.  mmmmm Well produced, but they've... adapted quite a bit.  I'm watching Les Meurtres ABC, and while not the worst version (you have Tony Randall of the Odd Couple to thank for that), the fact that they replaced Poirot with Superintendent Larosière and Hastings with Insp. Lampion Lampion, neither of whom are particularly impressive , especially when judged next to the definitive Poirit, David Suchet,  or even Peter Ustinov.
1930s costumes and sets are BBC quality, so its easy to look at.
I'll watch them all, as it's an actual French production, rather than the dubbings I've been watching, but if I want an Agatha Christie mystery, I have the A&E Suchet/Joan Hickson 17 disk set to keep me happy.



Today I discovered Glycon, the Roman snake god currently worshiped by Alan (The Watchmen, V for Vendetta) Moore, thanks to an excerpt from a comic called God Is Dead on scans daily.  I'm pretty familiar with Roman mythology, but I'd somehow missed this one.
What's interesting to me is that I'm pretty sure this was the inspiration for a monster from Robert E. Howard's Conan series in the short story The God in the Bowl.  From Lucian's Alexander the False Prophet:
Then, too, they had long ago prepared and fitted up a serpent’s head of linen, which had something of a human look, was all painted up, and appeared very lifelike. It would open and close its mouth by means of horsehairs, and a forked black tongue like a snake’s, also controlled by horsehairs, would dart out
And here's Howard's description of the monster (SPOILERS):

Conan stared in wonder at the cold classic beauty of that countenance, whose like he had never seen among the sons of men. Neither weakness nor mercy nor cruelty nor kindness, nor any other human emotion was in those features. They might have been the marble mask of a god, carved by a master hand, except for the unmistakable life in them—life cold and strange, such as the Cimmerian had never known and could not understand. He thought fleetingly of the marble perfection of the body which the screen concealed—it must be perfect, he thought, since the face was so inhumanly beautiful. But he could see only the god-like face, the finely molded head which swayed curiously from side to side. The full lips opened and spoke a single word in a rich vibrant tone that was like the golden chimes that ring in the jungle-lost temples of Khitai. It was an unknown tongue, forgotten before the kingdoms of man arose, but Conan knew that it meant, 'Come!'

And the Cimmerian came, with a desperate leap and a humming slash of his sword. The beautiful head rolled from the top of the screen in a jet of dark blood and fell at his feet, and he gave back, fearing to touch it. Then his skin crawled, for the screen shook and heaved with the convulsions of something behind. Conan had seen and heard men die by the scores, and never had he heard a human being make such sounds in the death-throes. There was a thrashing, floundering noise, as if a great cable were being lashed violently about.

At last the movements ceased and Conan looked gingerly behind the screen. Then the full horror of it all rushed over the Cimmerian, and he fled, nor did he slacken his headlong flight until the spires of Numalia faded into the dawn behind him. The thought of Set was like a nightmare, and the children of Set who once ruled the earth and who now sleep in their nighted caverns far below the black pyramids. Behind that gilded screen there had been no human body—only the shimmering, headless coils of a gigantic serpent.

Maybe.  I'm sure if I tried, I confirm Howard had read Lucian.  But I still haven't had coffee yet this morning.


An oddly technical dream- there was a virtual reality interface glove the had micropockets that emptied or filled relative to the surface you were touching in cyberspace, you could feel smooth as glass or rough as brick, even alligator hide.  There was even a thermal component so that when you touched something it was warm or cold.
Not sure why I dreamed this.  I'm not a very... techie person anymore.  I don't even want one of those Rift headsets.


I got busy with this project and that project tonight, and I didn't do French.  I can still do French before going to bed, but since Duolingo keeps track of usage... I've lost my progress count.  Thirty-five days, and poof, gone!
But now that I've seen what I can do, I can beat that.

Aug. 12th, 2014

Neverwhere is available on Hulu.  My dvds for the bbc miniseries are in storage back in Norfolk, as is my copy of the novel, so the mini-series is a delight.  It's... like Alice in Wonderland for adults and there's something strangely comforting about it, like an old blanket.
There are too many old blankets in storage in Tidewater.  Perry'd love to chuck most of the stuff, but I've got too many collections.  Maybe I'd be better off just getting e-editions of most of my books.   Now that Thomas Ligotti's backlist is e-books, that's a good start on my comfort reading- then Kathe Koja, Skin and Cipher on digital as well.
Still feel awkward doing this.  Like Thumper's estimation of Bambi: "Kinda wobbley, isn't he?".  I'll get my groove back eventually.


I still haven't figured out how to change my links on livejournal.  But I'm getting all my ducks in a row on my phone, easier now that I figured out how to link accounts to instagram and how to use the browser rather than aps for some programs, like twitter.  Looked at my yahoo profile for the first time in years because I was linking flickr to instagram.  It's... odd.  I list as my interests Caitlin R. Kiernan, Warren Ellis, Poppy Brite, Clive Barker, Feral Cities.  What?  Feral Cities?  Must have been when I was really on a die-hard Warren Ellis kick.

Scrolling through my flickr account, I see next February I'll have had it for ten years.  Seeing dates on pictures from... some time ago.  I've missed flickr.  Time to see if instagram is all everyone makes it out to be.


When I was a kid, I loved the fact that Marvel Comics had books, collected volumes of reprints, my favorites being Origins of Marvel Comics and Son of Origins.
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This had the heavy hitters- Spider-Man, The Hulk, The Fantastic Four... and Doctor Strange, reprinting their first appearance and then a later adventure.    Stan Lee introduced each story with a little background, and with the Doctor Strange chapter he talked of the influence of the radio show (and later serial) Chandu the Magician.

I'd forgotten about this until about six month ago when I started doing research for a writing project when I stumbled upon a reference to Chandu.  Now thanks to youtube, I've listened to several of the atmospheric adventures of the occult detective, Chandu the Magician, aka Frank Chandler; I've even managed to sit through the Bela Lugosi movies The Return of Chandu and Chandu on the Magic Island. (I need to see the first Chandu the Magician serial, just for laughs, since Lugosi plays Chandler in Return of... and Magic Island, but in the original movie, Lugosi plays the villain.)

(This is the site where I grabbed the image above.  He's got several of the books I had, including the Superman and Shazam 40's to the 70's books and the Batman Encyclopedia)