I've had this strange craving all day for brains.... Hmmmm.

Probably no cause for alarm. All my cravings are strange, I'm told.

Ever read HP Lovecraft's "The Colour Out of Space"? No? Then don't read it now, for God's sake.

Well, according to HPL, there are no good gods. There are only less horrible gods.

Last year (I think it was), we saw a local fringe theatre production of "The Colour Out of Space." It was mostly hilarious (and mostly intentionally so) but there were a couple of genuinely terrifying moments of the "jump, scream and clutch your neighbor's crotch" variety. Luckily I was sitting next to Shawn.