Happy Halloween the Second.
Yesterday, despite feeling like a broken down old snot rag, I managed to do both R (is for Raven) and S (is for Safari), moving The Chartreuse Alphabet 1,001 words nearer THE END. Also, my contributor's copy of Ellen Datlow's Children of Cthulhu (Dark Horse) arrived. It includes a new tale from me, "Excerpts for An Eschatology Quadrille." You should order a copy, tout de suite.
After we left the Kirkwood Lofts in December 2004, we lost TCM, which had for many years been the main reason I watched television. Last night, after twelve years, and thanks to Sling TV, I finally have it back, and tonight I'll be watching Frankenstein (1931), Bride of Frankenstein (1935), and Son of Frankenstein (1939).
Braindead gets better as it goes along, partly because it does get more serious, and darker. It definitely gets weirder. I very much appreciate it's anti-extremist position, calling out both the far right and the far left, which have, in this election, been equally deleterious to the democratic process. We're two or three episodes from the end, I think.
I have another photo from the trip to Massachusetts, this one from the skeezy public toilet (it was in no sense a "restroom") at the Iron Horse in Northampton.