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June 15, 2021
Tweet of the Day, This Is Surprisingly True edition.
The trick is to pick a feeling (preferably the same one as your usual editor), and then stick with it. Much simpler that way.
Being an author means having strong feelings about things like the em dash.
— Allie Gravitt (@alliegravitt) June 16, 2021
The Borellus Connection (Fall of Delta Green) is now on pre-order.
This looks promising: The Borellus Connection is a campaign for The Fall of DELTA GREEN, using the heroin trade and the BNDD as a narrative spine. The campaign runs from South-East Asia to the Middle East to Europe, as the Agents uncover the sinister machinations of a necromantic cult.
BNDD stands for “Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs;” they eventually became the DEA, more or less. And I’ve always wanted to write up the DEA for In Nomine, because God knows those poor SOBs would end up getting sent every weird-ass case involving hyper-strength, bullet sponges, and mass hallucinations. I imagine it’d be the same in THE FALL OF DELTA GREEN, only more so. At least some of the rampaging celestial invaders in In Nomine are nice.
06/15/21 Snippet, WE LIKE TO TALK ABOUT THE PLACE.
New title!
Patreon!All she knew was, somebody lived in the Place in the 1950 Census, and there was no record of them leaving, and the Place wasn’t listed as abandoned. It didn’t look abandoned, either, now did it?
To be fair about it: no, the Place did not look abandoned. This was the early days, before poor Mrs. Haversham and the fence. It was a little different back then. You’d notice it, if you weren’t careful. Not like it was an attractive house, or the sort of place you’d want to live, but if you weren’t careful it would hook your eyes. Like you could feel the pressure on your face.
(Whenever he told me the story, at that point he’d rub his face, like he could even then feel their points, dimpling his flesh. He’d have to make himself stop, too, because otherwise he’d just rub until the blood came.)
The CRUELLA Honest Trailer.
Honestly, between this and the Screen Pitch video there’s no need to watch CRUELLA itself. And that kind of bugs me a little. This could have been a fun movie about battling fashionistas in Mod London, if only they didn’t have to get stuck with the Mouse’s expectations.
Classes dismissed and the sun’s over the goram yardarm SOMEWHERE…
…so, the heck with all of this: I’m having a glass of wine. And some soft cheese. I got no where to be, school’s over, and the children have survived. With all As, might I add. So let me just savor this merlot.
:pause:
Damn, but I missed having a drink before noon. It’s every bit as good as I remember it being. But just the one glass — what? No, there was just the one glass left.
June 14, 2021
Oh, they’re doing a CUPHEAD Netflix show.
My younger kid loves CUPHEAD, or more accurately the plushies. There’s not a chance in Hell I’m letting him play that game, since it was apparently designed by Satan to give his demons a proper hand-eye coordination workout. Hopefully the TV show will be something the kids can watch safely…
Extra! Extra!! Hot off the presses from @NetflixGeeked. Word is out that none other than the wonderful, whimsical @WayneBrady will be voicing The Devil’s right hand man King Dice in the @CupheadShow, coming soon to Netflix. To celebrate, here’s an exclusive clip from the show!! pic.twitter.com/TWAUuQ4EGC
— Studio MDHR (@StudioMDHR) June 11, 2021
Frightreads Book Festival! (October 2)
The Frightreads Book Festival is in Severna Park, MD on October 2, and I’m in the process of trying to get a vendor table for it. I am, after all, a self-published author of fantasy and horror fiction, and I should have even more books available by the festival date. The new chapbook DECISIONS in particular will have one of my better Mythos stories in it; I really need to get cracking on getting that one spun up to speed. Oh, well, once the kids are out of school I’ll have more free time.
Snippet, Don’t Know What This Is Yet.
Blame this.
Which is more terrifying?
— Sandy Petersen (@SandyofCthulhu) June 15, 2021
A) The girl's face on a cereal ad?
B) or my own try at a monster?
I suspect I may have to give the laurel to a nameless 1950s adman. That girl looks like she just denounced her parents to the secret police for making a joke about the Central Committee. pic.twitter.com/h8jIo44AFQ
There is a house in Indiana that nobody has entered in almost seventy years. It’s a one story ranch building, probably thrown up with its neighbors in the post-war real estate boom, but all those records are gone now. There’s a garage, a front door, and a kitchen door in the back. None of those doors open any more; some brave people got as close as they could and chucked hot glue at the locks and hinges until they started bleeding black-yellow goo from their nostrils. They called it ‘severe allergic reactions’ on the hospital and coroner’s reports. I guess that’s even true.
You can still see the dried glue on the doors and walls and driveway. If you were damned foolish enough to go looking. Besides that, there’s not much to see. No lights in the house, no grass in the yard, the curtains disappeared decades ago. It should have fallen apart a long time ago, but the windows and roof have held up. A visitor might be forgiven for thinking it was only recently vacated, and by everything. It’s the quietest place in Indiana. You take a visit, you quickly realize that you are the only conventionally living thing there. While at the same time not feeling quite alone.
But what business would you even have being there? The house was quietly removed from the mail routes from the start — the US Postal Service knows more than it will ever admit about the things that happen just in the corner of your eyes — and it was hastily taken off of the Census rolls after what happened in ‘60. The IRS kept sending fellas to bang on the door about the arrears, though — for a while, at least. I guess eventually one of the ones that made it back explained that some doors, you don’t knock on. And that some taxes, you don’t pay back with money.
As for the building records? Well, back in ‘58 Mildred Haversham was the town secretary, and she got sick. When the doctors told her it was cancer and she only had a month to live, Mildred took all the files about the house, burned them in a field, and ate the ashes. She didn’t last a week past that, and I will not write down what precautions she told the undertaker to take with her corpse.
But what most people just do is, they don’t talk about it. There’s a chain link fence around the house, and there isn’t a door to that fence, and all the kids know not to go over the top. Back in ‘77, some kid did try — and the poor bastard broke a finger dropping down. That kid spent sixteen hours inside the fence before he could pull himself back over, and no adult did a thing to help until they could grab him without themselves going over the fence.
You would have thought there’d have been more of a fuss about that, but no. The family with the kid left town, nothing more was said — and every kid since then got the message. Some haunted houses you stay the hell away from, because if you get stuck in one, nobody’s coming to save you.
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