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Lovecraft is an amazing author.
He is the progenitor of sci-fi that branched out from Space Opera and the kind of pulp tale that simply transposed cowboys and indians for spacemen and aliens.
While some of this work is quite thought provoking and eerie if one really contemplates it, some pieces are so hammy and campy that there should be that crazy zoom push-pull and a violin playing a "zing!" crescendo.
As for my present location, due to my job, am in an undisclosed one.
Sadly, Chicago is no longer a cromuent place for me, and once my wife & I sell the house, neither will Urbana.
Luckily, have not seen snow since last March. 'Tis pretty to look at while sipping hot cocoa with creme de menthe & peppermint Schnapps, but driving in it, walking in it, and all the other things you poor people must do is beyond me. For a while.
Actually, wife sent a photo of our house listing and I asked "why use a picture with snow?" Of course, it had been taken that day.
Vivaldi: Fire your travel agent or get a job where your conventions come to Chicago in the summer.
When you visit the Shedd, look up as you pass through the oceanic (I think) fish wing. You will see how these wretched shoggoth-spawn did to my little brother.
Never should have taught you little b**tards how to dream.....
Plus, do not spend overmuch time attempting to pronounce my name, lest you be beset by eldritch horror, leading to dementia and me eating your soul.
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