An Embarrassment of Lovecraftian Goodies

Ladies and ghouls, Migraineers of all ages, shapes, and oneiric frequencies: is this not a glorious time to be alive? Do we, as consumers of weird media, not paddle, nay, SWIM, in a deep lake, no! pounding cataract, wait! a vast boiling sea of cosmic horror goodness? Can any age previous to ours come close to the variety and sheer creative joi de vivre of the current crop of weird fictioneers producing films, audio dramas, animations, comics, and lest we forget, actual books? Filled with read...