If You Hadn't Noticed

We're in the midst of another skip week, folks. I discovered one week ago that there were four scholarships that I absolutely, positively must apply to, apparently. This has resulted in panic, sleep deprivation, gibbering lunacy, and the eventual opening within my head of a door to the far realm beyond time and space where the demon god Azathoth knaws hungrily amidst chaos and the fluting and pounding of the mindless Outer Gods whose soul and messenger is Nyarlathotep. Ia! Ia!

At any rate, I hope to return sometime next week, when I'll be kicking off a month long focus on the horrible, the spooky, the macabre, and the just plain unnerving. It's a tad cliche, but I'm sure they'll be advertising for Christmas soon, and we heathens can't let our holiday get second billing to all that ho ho ho nonsense!

So join me next week when I begin lighting up the bone fires and singing the praises of Dark Gods. I've got two more parts of Ways of Reading Gaga coming up, two attempts to revive some rather... lackluster examples, of horror, some more music video exploration, possibly an alarmist guest article about the film industry and the upcoming Mayan Armageddon, and many even more absurd things.

If this week continues the way it has been, I may even add to the ambiance by joining you... from beyond the grave.

...Say!

Any of you folks know how to Madison?