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Requeiscat In Pace


“Hail Queen of Heaven, the ocean star, Guide of the wand’rer here below: Thrown on life’s surge, we claim thy care- Save us from peril and from woe. Mother of Christ, Star of the Sea, Pray for the wanderer, Pray for me.”

Misty Mountain Hop

So this pile of books recently surfaced from the attic of my childhood home. And yes, that is the original edition of Deities & Demigods, complete with Melnibonean and Cthulhu Mythos material.

But I should back up to the end of last year, when I was indulging in some nostalgia for the table-top gaming […]

There Is A Spirit

This exchange was originally posted on January 21st, 2010. I reminded of it by the recent Mad Men finale. I think Herself would agree that not much has changed.

A brief exchange inspired by, and during, an episode of Mad Men.

Me: Do you think our souls are the same age?

Herself: I think your […]

Skeleton Key

I recently added the Annotated Lovecraft (which sadly does not include The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath) to my library, so I dug up this post, originally published in June, 2012.

Once when I was in high school I got sick and had to go to the hospital, for neither the first nor the last time. […]

Straight To My Head

This brief bit of nostalgia originally appeared on Obscurorant 1.0 in January of 2005 and is probably the beginning of the conceit of the Broadcast Kid. It is a conceit I feel more strongly when I watch my childrens’ reactions to what we call ‘regular TV’ – namely puzzlement that it can’t be paused and […]

A Fine Romance

I haven’t made a lot of wise decisions in my life, but asking Herself to marry me was undoubtedly one of them.

Happy Valentine’s Day Best Beloved. I am madly in love with you.

N.B. – the photo was taken by Black Thumb Studios. You should hire them.


The Life and Times of the Broadcast Kid: The Woods

The following was originally posted in June of 2007 and appears here thanks to the Wayback Machine. I now have two kids of my own and think about things like this even more often.

If I were to write a memoir of my childhood I would shamelessly ripoff Bill Bryson and title it The Life […]