Which is to say, they’re gonna take a stab at THE COLOUR OUT OF SPACE. That HPLHS newspaper is full of win, by the way. I dunno how much sense it makes for non-Mythos fans, but from my point of view it’s primo stuff.
Well, I can participate in it, only it won’t do me any good: the prizes are for UK/EU/Australasians only. Which is cool. I imagine that there’s any number of American-based contests that are just for Americans, only I haven’t noticed because I’m an American so why would it register?
It’s still a fun idea, though. Basically, Charlie Stross’s British publisher (Orbit) is running a contest where people send in occult gear that’s suitable for the Laundry, which is of course the UK’s bureaucratic institution dedicated to fighting the Mythos and preparing England for CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN (a cosmic horror apocalypse coming soon to a reality near you!). Anyway: just because I can’t win it doesn’t mean that I can’t write something up anyway. If only because it amuses me to do so. Continue reading An entertaining Laundry competition that I can’t participate in.
…found here. BigGator5 represented Sweet Meteor of Death 2016; @thekytikat moderated. I feel that I acquitted myself reasonably well, although I probably should have talked more about The King In Yellow.
Cruz is great. Rand Paul is great. Scott Walker is great. Bobby Jindal is great. Rick by-God Perry is great. Jeb Bush . . . was a really, really fine governor. We have primary elections for a reason, and these are some big boys (and girls? What says Governor Martinez? Governor Fallin? Governor Haley? Governor . . . ?) who are more than capable of inflicting upon themselves whatever savage and perverse ritual combat Republican-primary voters demand, with the last man standing demanding of the conclave in Cleveland: “Are you not entertained?”
Should be a hoot.
Personally, I recommend staying frosty when it comes to the primary. After all, every Republican candidate except one will end up losing it; their supporters should probably be prepared for that to happen. Or, conversely: if they’re planning to take their ball and go home if their candidate loses… then they should probably do it now, and avoid the rush.
It is a scientific paper examining certain details – from the perspective of physics – found in HP Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu, and it is written in a style that is both entertaining, and interesting in its own right. The author (Benjamin K. Tippett, PhD) – oh, I won’t be coy: this is good enough to sell as a short story, or get placed in a fiction anthology. For money.
Looked this up after flipping through The Lurker in the Lobby, which is of course a standard survey of Lovecraftian films. It’s pretty good, if you go into it accepting that it doesn’t have a budget and/or an actual film crew:
Honestly, my major issue here is the sound. An overhead boom (I THINK that that’s the right term) would have cleaned that right up. I still liked the whole thing.
Hard to explain why it’s messed up, to people who aren’t part of the Scene: the normals think that we’re all like this, anyway.
…it seems that a strange project that melds artistic vision, future-proofing the human race, and deep-sea exploration is about to once and for all find out whether Lovecraft really was somehow channelling a heretofore unexplored reality, or just a very troubled SF nerd before his time.
It’s called the Hornsleth Deep Storage Project, and it is genuinely, terrifyingly, strange and odd.
So here’s the plan in a nutshell – take the DNA from 5000 people from all over the world, stuff it onto a bizarrely geometric sculpture-cum-ark, and then drop the thing into the deepest part of the ocean, the Marianas Trench.
That’s human DNA, inside something awfully close to being terminally non-Euclidian, ELEVEN KILOMETERS down in the deep dark, where only eyeless things who can only dream of bones reside.