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The North End Excursion (Part II)

There are places in this world where the skin of our world has been worn thin. Here, breaches can happen and travelers from our world can cross over to the other….just as they can also cross over into our world. These are places where the very fabric of reality has been frayed and where the unreal and impossible realities of other dimensions bleed into our own. These are places where the mad prophets have visions of phantasms and the insane see their brain-fever dreams made unbearable reality.

It was during my researches into the Necronomicon that I believed I found the location of one of these places. The Mad American prophet Lovecraft gave vague instruction about the location of a nexus where demons could cross into our world with the same ease that we cross the street. I made the decision that I would track down this place, this portal into other worlds, and I would see for myself if it truly existed.

With a fellow explorer, we made our way deep into the North End. We walked through markets that reeked of fish and sold strange and exotic fruits. We trudged up main thoroughfares clogged with the pulsing hum of humanity, tourists unaware of how close they were to some dark, elder nightmare

And after an hour of climbing up and down hills, we determined that Lovecraft was full of horseshit. We gave up on our quest and headed to the local Applebees, where we enjoyed four dollar Killians (a Friday special!) and nachos. I also ordered the Cowboy Burger, a delicious all-beef patty topped with fried onion rings and applewood smoked bacon and slathered with melted cheddar cheese. My fellow traveler into the dark abysses that hide beneath the skin of the world ordered the Bourbon Black and Bleu burger, which was covered in bleu cheese, mushrooms and smoky mayo.

It was delicious.

-D-

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The North End Excursion (Part 1)

I was reading the Necronomicon, a collection a short stories by the Mad American H.P. Lovecraft, when I noticed something interesting in one of his stories, specifically “Pickman’s Model”.

While most of his tales revolve around fantastical locations or rural areas or fictional towns, this particular story takes place in Boston’s North End. There is even mention of several actual streets and locations nearby. With a little research, I discovered that Lovecraft had, indeed, based this nightmare vision upon an actual location.

The location, in the story, is a place where the fabric between worlds has worn dangerously thin and creatures from beyond are able to traverse from one side to the other with apparent ease. I wondered what Lovecraft saw or felt when he first laid his eyes on the spot; if he had some inner voice telling him to write about this spot.

It would do me good, I think, to visit this same location now. Even though the original building has been torn down, there may be some lingering traces that gave him his own idea.

Using the text, I was able to narrow down the possible location of the shack where Pickman and his demons lived. Tonight, I plan to find it. I will report back here with any and all findings.

-D-

 

 

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Scared of Fear

Fear is not being scared or rather, one doesnt follow the other.

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A New Story Is Up: Carolyn

Over a year ago, I wrote a story called For Carolyn and it was published on Tales from the Zombie War. There were a few comments asking for more about both Carolyn and her mother, Alex, and while I normally ignore comments asking for a sequel, I actually had an idea about them and where I could take them.

So over the course of a year, I fleshed out a story about Carolyn and her mother trying to survive in woods infested with zombies. I actually liked it a lot. It’s a little story. Focused, I think. I hope you’ll like it too. Be sure to check out some of the other stories on Tales of the Zombie War because they’re pretty awesome, too.

You can find it here.

And, if you’re coming from the story to here, be sure to check out my other stories and my book.

-D-

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Tell Me Why, Amendment One

I normally don’t talk about politics. I think it ends up being a preaching to the choir situation, where your enjoyment of the entry comes from whether or not you agree with me already. I don’t think I’m going to change any minds and I think, at best, I can just get people to understand where my views are coming from. Which is fine. I think the country would be in a better position right now if people spent less time trying to force everyone to agree than if they just tried to spend five minutes trying to understand where someone is coming from.

So that’s what I’m going to try and do right now. I want to understand. I want you, the reader, if you disagree with me, to tell me where you’re coming from. I’m doing this, because I really do not understand. I am lost. I am incapable of empathizing.

Here’s the issue: In my old state (North Carolina), they’re going to vote on Amendment 1. It defines marriage as being between a man and a woman and they’re voting on this tomorrow.

And I want to know why, because this kind of thing makes me angry. In point of fact, I’m pretty fucking pissed off right now. I do not, cannot, comprehend the sheer amount of cussedness it takes for one human being to try and restrict another human being’s happiness when no-one is being hurt. These are consenting adults. These are individuals who have made a decision to legally bind themselves to one another. And you are saying no.

Why are you saying no?

That’s all I want to hear from you. I don’t want to change your mind. I don’t want to enter in a discussion with you. I have no ambitions or designs upon your opinions, even if those opinions are about to strip rights from your fellow citizens.

Is it for religious reasons? Have you read your Bible and you’ve read that bit about how God doesn’t want men to lay with men as they lay with a woman (Lev. 18:22)? If you’re religious, I can see how that might be a reason. These are the holy words of God. You don’t want to disobey them. That’s a sin. You’ll go straight to hell for ignoring His words.

Do you also make sure to keep your woman outside of the house during her menses? She’s unclean, you know. Needs to be purified. That’s Leviticus 12. Whole chapter on how filthy women are when they’re menstruating. I’m guessing there aren’t a lot of good, Christian women who obey any of those laws, even if they are the holy word of God.  Not a lot of Christians nowadays who pay attention to any of the old laws though. They ignore the dietary laws. They ignore the laws about the Sabbath. They ignore any laws about sacrifices or stoning. Not a lot of adulterers being stoned nowadays.

So why not ignore the whole bit about men laying with other men? You find it so easy to ignore everything that’s inconvenient for you or your family. You pick the one thing that’s so easy to do. All you have to do is hate someone that’s different. You ignore Jesus when he says “Sell all that you own and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in Heaven.” (Mark 10:3). You ignore when Jesus says that the second most important thing (after loving God) is to love your neighbor (Matthew 22 36:40).

Do not hide behind your holy book when you deny your fellow man. Do not cower behind religion when you hate someone who is different from you. Have the decency and the backbone to acknowledge the fact that your hate, your contempt, your bigotry comes not from holy words or from saints or angels, but from yourself.

Are you trying to protect the sanctity of marriage? Do you think, for some reason, that marriage can be ruined by two people with the same genitals getting hitched? I think marriage can be ruined by spousal abuse and domesticate violence. I think a marriage can be ruined by alcoholism or drug addiction. I think a marriage can be ruined by two people who no longer love each other. I think a marriage can be ruined by infidelity or boredom or illness or bottled emotions or money problems.

But I don’t see YOUR marriage being ruined by Adam and Steve getting hitched, just like I don’t see your marriage getting ruined by Stephanie and Adam…ina. Marriage is not an institution, a grand old building that can be ruined by one thing. Marriage is a legal contract between two people. So explain to me how the sanctity of your marriage is being ruined by two dudes. Please. I want to know. Explain to me in excruciating detail why this is the case.

Because I…do…not…understand. And I’m furious. And I’m not a gay man trying to get married. So I can’t even imagine how anyone in that position must feel. Even if they don’t want to get married, I imagine they’re pretty pissed that someone is telling them that they can’t just for pure pissedness.

So tell me, in the comments below, why? That’s all I want. Tell me why you don’t think same-sex couples should enjoy the same legal benefits as different-sex couples.

I’m done yelling. I’m ready to listen.

Please

Why?

-D-

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Tension

Since today was my day off from my job-that-pays-me-money, I decided to do some research for my job-that-is-more-fun-but-way-less-lucrative. I watched four horror movies, most of them slightly-above-average. However, when I got to Insidious, I began to get angry.

There’s a difference between bad horror movies and horror done badly. Bad horror movies acknowledge that they’re never going to be art and go, instead, for cheap thrills and black cat jump scares (“What’s that noise?” “Oh my Jesus! The cat jumped at me.”). That’s fine. They’re like roller coasters or junk food.

But horror done badly is maddening. Good horror is about tension and release. The creator ratchets the tension, notch by notch until you can’t stand it anymore. You’re on the edge of your seat, wondering what’s going to happen next. Then BAM, the creator delivers a blow and you ump in your seat and you’re good and proper scared and the tension is released. A good horror movie starts slow and then doesn’t stop or let up. It  should be relentless.

So when I see a horror movie, like Insidious, ratchet up that tension with excellent visuals and then blow it on a cheap laugh on two-bit comedy relief, I get angry. It already didn’t have a lot going for it. The script was terrible. The plot was derivative. It was Poltergeist, but badly made. But it had creepy, effective visuals. And that can save a horror movie, if the director knows what to do with that tension.

And it’s NOT blow it on two gag characters! You had it, in your hands and you threw it away for a LAUGH.

I’d rather watch a dozen cheap slasher flicks than one atmospheric, decently-made film that backs down from being truly scary.

-D-

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