Two posts in one day!
Today I celebrate one of my favorite author's birthday: H.P Lovecraft. He taught me to inbrace the maddness and that tentacles are awesome.
History lesson time:
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) — known as H. P. Lovecraft — was an American author of horror, fantasy and science fiction, especially the subgenre known as weird fiction. Lovecraft's guiding aesthetic and philosophical principle was what he termed "cosmicism" or "cosmic horror", the idea that life is incomprehensible to human minds and that the universe is fundamentally inimical to the interests of humankind. As such, his stories express a profound indifference to human beliefs and affairs. Lovecraft is best known for his Cthulhu Mythos story cycle and the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical rites and forbidden lore.
The appeal of H.P Lovecraft, I think, is that when you finish one of his tales, you feel more like a researcher who has made a terrible, earth shattering discovery.
So I plan on celebrating with ice cream and walk down a long, drak, twisty road of madness.