The thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time, whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the tenebrous ultimate gods—blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.
Probably among the most disturbing movies ever made.
I'm thinking about the time I called my mom's longtime companion Charles when we lived in Las Vegas, because I couldn't remember the formula for the area of a circle. It was the first time I had ever needed it in real life, and it slipped my mind. He said "Radius Squared Times Pi," and … Continue reading Reminiscences
