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HP Lovecraft monsters as drawn by children

Dave — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 16:59:55 +0000

Since their original publication in the 1920s, the stories of H.P. Lovecraft have endured and grown into an entire subset of the horror genre unto themselves, with themes of the unavoidable insanity that comes with knowledge and cosmic insignificance that are far more subtle and ultimately terrifying than the average ghost story.

Which makes them great entertainment for eight year-olds.

Read the whole article ans see the rest of the pictures here.

- Dave

John Cleese on creativity

Dave — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 15:33:59 +0000

Video (via Make the Logo Bigger Blog)

I’ve always been interested in the source of creativity and how it works. “Sleeping” on a problem has frequently worked for me too.

- Dave

David Lynch & Donovan: Where ideas come from

Dave — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 22:50:30 +0000

Video link (via Kotte)

Very interesting short videos on ideas, consciousness, creativity, and the arts. Worth watching.

Happy Friday, everyone.

- Dave

Charles Nelson Reilly, lawncare specialist

Dave — Tue, 06 Nov 2007 17:19:49 +0000

Last night I had a dream…

I was walking on the front lawn of the house where I grew up in in Pennsylvania. I was looking at the large maple tree that used to grow in our front lawn when Charles Nelson Reilly, famed Center Square of the Hollywood Squares, began walking around the yard with me giving me landscaping tips that will keep the yard looking good.

Apparently I had been cutting the grass all wrong as a teenager and he was giving me tips on how to do it correctly. I was trying to be nice to Charles, but I thought he was a little weird for caring about a stranger’s lawn like this.

I told Charles I was late for dinner so I could get away from his boring landscape lecture. When I began walking away from him, the river next to our house began flooding across the highway. Now I was walking in water up to my knees and a little disturbed that it could happen so quickly.

As I waded through flood waters I saw Roman Centurians with red-bristled helmets wading through the water to attack me. I had no idea why they were here; nor did I know why they wanted to attack me.

I swore under my breath as I began walking faster through the flood waters away from the Centurians…then I woke up.

-Dave

God-Zee-Rah!

Dave — Wed, 25 Jul 2007 02:11:01 +0000

Last night I had a weird dream that Justine and I were running around on some sort of large industrial farm. There was a giant lizard creature chasing a giant bird creature across the complex. There were a bunch of people milling around, not seeming to pay much attention to the crazy Godzilla-like clash happening in front of them. They just kept working on the farm.

We were the only ones who noticed the battle. We ran and jumped over wire fences and hid in some tall weird-looking shrubs near a busy road. I couldn’t figure out why the people driving by in their cars and working on the farm didn’t notice the crazy giant bird and lizard fighting back on the farm.

They were taller than the barn and smashing stuff all around us with menacing screams and squawks.

I remember being fascinated by the battle, but even more fascinated by the people around us who were not freaked out by the bloody monster battle in front of us.

Then I woke up.

Yeah, I have no idea either…

-Dave

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Now playing: Spoon – The Beast and Dragon, Adored
via FoxyTunes

Houston go boom?

Dave — Mon, 25 Sep 2006 02:15:05 +0000

I had a weird dream last week where I was driving around an asian neighborhood in Houston (I can’t recall if it was Thai, Chinese, or maybe Filipino) with an employee of mine. He was driving a small VW. The streets were oddly lined with grass huts and people were cooking outdoors on the sidewalks with campfires. It looked like subsistence living in the city. I was wondering why they didn’t just walk to the grocery store a few blocks away and buy food.

We were in a hurry for some reason (again, I can’t remember why) and were driving through the neighborhood quickly over lots of little paved hills. I could smell the campfires and see the people struggling to survive in the city.

At some point, my employee points up in the air and I see a nuclear bomb dropping on the horizon. I can hear it whistling…although I don’t know if modern bombs whistle like they do in old war movies, but this one whistles in my dream. I close my eyes because I know the blast could blind me and very suddenly everything gets very bright, even with my eyes closed.

I remember wondering what it all looks like. Are buildings being destroyed? Are cars blowing up? What’s happening while my eyes are closed?

The odd thing…I wasn’t scared at all. Just very curious. It’s the end of the world, and I’m wondering what it looks like.

(No bananas or cigars in this dream, Mr. Freud.)

-Dave

Recent dream #2

Dave — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 05:37:00 +0000

I had another bizarre dream a couple nights ago. I’m back in PA crouched on the porch of the house I grew up in. I am crouched and hiding because there are aliens running around disintegrating people. I can’t remember what they looked like, but I knew it they were horrible. I have a magic silvery blanket that I pull over me at the moment the aliens trigger a bomb that washes over the land and melts anything living. The blanket protects me from the weird bomb, but also forces me to stay hidden on the porch.

Very odd. I don’t think I’m getting enough sleep. Do you?

-Dave

Recent dream

Above The Aether — Mon, 15 May 2006 01:02:00 +0000

I had a dream the other night that I was living back in Golden, CO and standing in the parking lot in front of my old apartment complex. A large car (a Lincoln or a Cadillac I think) slowly begins backing toward me, and the person inside doesn’t see me. I try to get the drivers attention and tell him not to run me over, but he doesn’t hear me. It’s all happening very slowly.

I’m knocked to the ground and the wheels are slowly starting to crush me. I try one last time to get the driver’s attention to no avail. As the back of the car is starting to run me over, I grab the rear of the car with both hands and flip it into the air over my head. It felt as if I were swinging a lawn chair. So light.

As it lands on it’s roof 20 yards away it slides down the street and then it turns into a pick-up truck with a cap on it. The person inside climbs out and is recognized by people standing nearby as a reporter.

I’m very happy at this point. I’m doing a football end-zone dance in the parking lot because the car didn’t crush me. I’m yelling at the driver, saying things like “How do you like THAT, pal? You thought you were going to run me over! HA! I guess you learned your lesson!”

Then I woke up.

Yeah, I have no idea what this means.

-Dave