Deep Cuts in a Lovecraftian Vein
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Pulp scholar specializing in H. P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard. Author of SEX AND THE CTHULHU MYTHOS and WEIRD TALERS. Reader of dead people's letters. He/him. Blue checks happen to other people.
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99: The nature of Lovecraft’s comments jives with Boland’s memoir insofar as it showcases both Boland’s interest in the Necronomicon and Mesoamerican mythology.
November 26, 2025 at 2:59 AM
99: The nature of Lovecraft’s comments jives with Boland’s memoir insofar as it showcases both Boland’s interest in the Necronomicon and Mesoamerican mythology.
98: Boland’s claim to find a letter from Lovecraft in July 1935 is worth scrutiny.
November 26, 2025 at 2:58 AM
98: Boland’s claim to find a letter from Lovecraft in July 1935 is worth scrutiny.
Supposedly this was shot in 3 days, and I can believe it.
November 26, 2025 at 2:47 AM
Supposedly this was shot in 3 days, and I can believe it.
97: If Boland did correspond with Robert E. Howard as he maintains, he would have had to have sent his first letter “three months” before he returned from his European trip in July 1935, or around April.
November 26, 2025 at 2:36 AM
97: If Boland did correspond with Robert E. Howard as he maintains, he would have had to have sent his first letter “three months” before he returned from his European trip in July 1935, or around April.
That is a good one.
November 26, 2025 at 2:12 AM
That is a good one.
96: Absence of evidence, however, is not the same thing as evidence of absence.
November 26, 2025 at 2:10 AM
96: Absence of evidence, however, is not the same thing as evidence of absence.
Part of it, I think.
November 26, 2025 at 2:09 AM
Part of it, I think.
Durian pie?
November 26, 2025 at 2:02 AM
Durian pie?
That's kind of already been used on two different series, which might be why they decided to differentiate.
November 26, 2025 at 1:54 AM
That's kind of already been used on two different series, which might be why they decided to differentiate.
They were at the club, in the ladies' room, when the spinning coin stopped. Mike blinked, and suddenly found himself in skirt and heels, his lips and face painted. Dominique stood there, looking as all-knowing as ever.
"That's right," she said. "You're going to have to wear it until we get home."
"That's right," she said. "You're going to have to wear it until we get home."
November 26, 2025 at 1:41 AM
They were at the club, in the ladies' room, when the spinning coin stopped. Mike blinked, and suddenly found himself in skirt and heels, his lips and face painted. Dominique stood there, looking as all-knowing as ever.
"That's right," she said. "You're going to have to wear it until we get home."
"That's right," she said. "You're going to have to wear it until we get home."
Dominique stared into Michelle's eyes.
"One day, you're not going to want to come back," she said. "Mike will just fade into the background, and you'll be my Michelle, all the time. Have you ever thought what that would be like? No more worrying about whether you're man enough. We both know..."
"One day, you're not going to want to come back," she said. "Mike will just fade into the background, and you'll be my Michelle, all the time. Have you ever thought what that would be like? No more worrying about whether you're man enough. We both know..."
November 26, 2025 at 1:33 AM
Dominique stared into Michelle's eyes.
"One day, you're not going to want to come back," she said. "Mike will just fade into the background, and you'll be my Michelle, all the time. Have you ever thought what that would be like? No more worrying about whether you're man enough. We both know..."
"One day, you're not going to want to come back," she said. "Mike will just fade into the background, and you'll be my Michelle, all the time. Have you ever thought what that would be like? No more worrying about whether you're man enough. We both know..."
So, this film seems designed to piss me off.
Ai-generated sequence. Some scenes shot at Lovecraft's graveside. Recitations of quotes and poems by Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. A white rapper music video about cupcakes dropped in the middle. No nudity, no gore, barely a plot.
Ai-generated sequence. Some scenes shot at Lovecraft's graveside. Recitations of quotes and poems by Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. A white rapper music video about cupcakes dropped in the middle. No nudity, no gore, barely a plot.
November 26, 2025 at 1:28 AM
So, this film seems designed to piss me off.
Ai-generated sequence. Some scenes shot at Lovecraft's graveside. Recitations of quotes and poems by Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. A white rapper music video about cupcakes dropped in the middle. No nudity, no gore, barely a plot.
Ai-generated sequence. Some scenes shot at Lovecraft's graveside. Recitations of quotes and poems by Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. A white rapper music video about cupcakes dropped in the middle. No nudity, no gore, barely a plot.
"...three, two, one," Dominique said, and the coin stopped spinning.
Michelle smiled.
"Now, tonight, we've going to do a makeup tutorial," Dominique said, guiding her girlfriend over to the vanity mirror.
Mike seemed to watch as Michelle learned to use the lipstick. The eyelash brush. Foundation.
Michelle smiled.
"Now, tonight, we've going to do a makeup tutorial," Dominique said, guiding her girlfriend over to the vanity mirror.
Mike seemed to watch as Michelle learned to use the lipstick. The eyelash brush. Foundation.
November 26, 2025 at 1:18 AM
"...three, two, one," Dominique said, and the coin stopped spinning.
Michelle smiled.
"Now, tonight, we've going to do a makeup tutorial," Dominique said, guiding her girlfriend over to the vanity mirror.
Mike seemed to watch as Michelle learned to use the lipstick. The eyelash brush. Foundation.
Michelle smiled.
"Now, tonight, we've going to do a makeup tutorial," Dominique said, guiding her girlfriend over to the vanity mirror.
Mike seemed to watch as Michelle learned to use the lipstick. The eyelash brush. Foundation.
We need to get you some Sword & Sorcery.
November 26, 2025 at 1:12 AM
We need to get you some Sword & Sorcery.
"Skirt, hose, AND the shoes," Dominique said.
Which is how, a few minutes later, Mike found himself in Dominique's room, in a pencil skirt and pantyhose, feet squeezed into high heels.
Staring at the flashing coin that spun and twirled.
"Relax, Mike," she said. "Let Michelle come out to play..."
Which is how, a few minutes later, Mike found himself in Dominique's room, in a pencil skirt and pantyhose, feet squeezed into high heels.
Staring at the flashing coin that spun and twirled.
"Relax, Mike," she said. "Let Michelle come out to play..."
November 26, 2025 at 1:10 AM
"Skirt, hose, AND the shoes," Dominique said.
Which is how, a few minutes later, Mike found himself in Dominique's room, in a pencil skirt and pantyhose, feet squeezed into high heels.
Staring at the flashing coin that spun and twirled.
"Relax, Mike," she said. "Let Michelle come out to play..."
Which is how, a few minutes later, Mike found himself in Dominique's room, in a pencil skirt and pantyhose, feet squeezed into high heels.
Staring at the flashing coin that spun and twirled.
"Relax, Mike," she said. "Let Michelle come out to play..."
"Hey, babe, my boss has been riding my balls again. I could really use a...you know. Sensitivity training. Could you?"
Mike's eyes plead. Dominique smiled.
"I suppose I can help you get in touch with your feminine side," she said. "But you know what you have to do for me."
"The skirt?" he asked.
Mike's eyes plead. Dominique smiled.
"I suppose I can help you get in touch with your feminine side," she said. "But you know what you have to do for me."
"The skirt?" he asked.
November 26, 2025 at 12:53 AM
"Hey, babe, my boss has been riding my balls again. I could really use a...you know. Sensitivity training. Could you?"
Mike's eyes plead. Dominique smiled.
"I suppose I can help you get in touch with your feminine side," she said. "But you know what you have to do for me."
"The skirt?" he asked.
Mike's eyes plead. Dominique smiled.
"I suppose I can help you get in touch with your feminine side," she said. "But you know what you have to do for me."
"The skirt?" he asked.
Tales of the Leather Nun (1973)
November 26, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Tales of the Leather Nun (1973)
Meh. I've seen Cthulhu get a facial.
November 26, 2025 at 12:15 AM
Meh. I've seen Cthulhu get a facial.
...I'm curious.
November 25, 2025 at 10:28 PM
...I'm curious.
"I...I don't have any credits!" Osoo said.
Her smell was driving N'keer wild. Too clean. None of the pollution that marked Moon City. Not even an electrotat. Some megacorp arcology frau?
The elf raised a blade to Osoo's throat. At the last moment, it retracted.
"I suppose you could work it off."
Her smell was driving N'keer wild. Too clean. None of the pollution that marked Moon City. Not even an electrotat. Some megacorp arcology frau?
The elf raised a blade to Osoo's throat. At the last moment, it retracted.
"I suppose you could work it off."
November 25, 2025 at 8:35 PM
"I...I don't have any credits!" Osoo said.
Her smell was driving N'keer wild. Too clean. None of the pollution that marked Moon City. Not even an electrotat. Some megacorp arcology frau?
The elf raised a blade to Osoo's throat. At the last moment, it retracted.
"I suppose you could work it off."
Her smell was driving N'keer wild. Too clean. None of the pollution that marked Moon City. Not even an electrotat. Some megacorp arcology frau?
The elf raised a blade to Osoo's throat. At the last moment, it retracted.
"I suppose you could work it off."
The dark elf's scanners swept over her. The Orc was clean. No biomods or 'ware at all.
By the Dark Lord, she realized. They're real.
"What's your name?"
"Osoo."
The Orc woman's voice oddly soft, like the rest of her.
"Osoo," she tasted the name. "I'm K'neer. And you owe me. One rescue. Pay up."
By the Dark Lord, she realized. They're real.
"What's your name?"
"Osoo."
The Orc woman's voice oddly soft, like the rest of her.
"Osoo," she tasted the name. "I'm K'neer. And you owe me. One rescue. Pay up."
November 25, 2025 at 8:23 PM
The dark elf's scanners swept over her. The Orc was clean. No biomods or 'ware at all.
By the Dark Lord, she realized. They're real.
"What's your name?"
"Osoo."
The Orc woman's voice oddly soft, like the rest of her.
"Osoo," she tasted the name. "I'm K'neer. And you owe me. One rescue. Pay up."
By the Dark Lord, she realized. They're real.
"What's your name?"
"Osoo."
The Orc woman's voice oddly soft, like the rest of her.
"Osoo," she tasted the name. "I'm K'neer. And you owe me. One rescue. Pay up."
They turned, medical-grade buzzsaws a-whirr, finger-scalpels ready to dissect. Yet she was already on the move, her blade-like prosthetic lower legs propelled her down the alley.
Bots fell into scrap behind her. She came to a stop with her face a centimeter from the Orc's chest.
She smelled clean.
Bots fell into scrap behind her. She came to a stop with her face a centimeter from the Orc's chest.
She smelled clean.
November 25, 2025 at 8:12 PM
They turned, medical-grade buzzsaws a-whirr, finger-scalpels ready to dissect. Yet she was already on the move, her blade-like prosthetic lower legs propelled her down the alley.
Bots fell into scrap behind her. She came to a stop with her face a centimeter from the Orc's chest.
She smelled clean.
Bots fell into scrap behind her. She came to a stop with her face a centimeter from the Orc's chest.
She smelled clean.
A scream from the alley. Not uncommon in Moon City.
The dark elf's cybereyes gleamed as they marked her prey. Three of them. Medbots. Organ-stealers. An Orc woman in a pink flower-print dress.
Blades unsheathed from mithril-chased limbs, decapitating the nearest bot in a single smooth attack.
The dark elf's cybereyes gleamed as they marked her prey. Three of them. Medbots. Organ-stealers. An Orc woman in a pink flower-print dress.
Blades unsheathed from mithril-chased limbs, decapitating the nearest bot in a single smooth attack.
November 25, 2025 at 7:43 PM
A scream from the alley. Not uncommon in Moon City.
The dark elf's cybereyes gleamed as they marked her prey. Three of them. Medbots. Organ-stealers. An Orc woman in a pink flower-print dress.
Blades unsheathed from mithril-chased limbs, decapitating the nearest bot in a single smooth attack.
The dark elf's cybereyes gleamed as they marked her prey. Three of them. Medbots. Organ-stealers. An Orc woman in a pink flower-print dress.
Blades unsheathed from mithril-chased limbs, decapitating the nearest bot in a single smooth attack.