Mr. Eccles Presents | Doctor Madblood’s 44th Anniversary Halloween Invasion

Below is the link to the latest Doctor Madblood holiday special on PBS station WHRO in Hampton Roads. The movie shown is the original Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and afterward, clips from past Madblood shows! The movie ends with what for the time was a twist, at least for the 1950s. WordPress won’t let me embed it, hence the link.


Cat Thursday | Star Trek Cats (1)

Welcome to the weekly meme that celebrates the wonders and sometime hilarity of cats! Join us by posting a favorite LOL cat pic you may have come across, famous cat art or even share with us pics of your own beloved cat(s). It’s all for the love of cats! Enjoy! This meme is hosted by the True Book Addict!

Slimy Great Old One [to the tune of ‘Pencil Thin Mustache,’ with apologies to Jimmy Buffett]

My most recent excursion into being a terrible, horrible person, as I mangle an old earworm, Lovecraft-style.

Checkerboards of The Gods

Now they’re raisin’ horrors from out of the night,

spreadin’ ravin’ madness that no one can fight,

when the stars are right, and the world’s in a rage,

there’s monsters left and right on the cosmic stage.

I wish I knew a slimy Great Old One,

The Great Cthulhu kind, or a

puke-green shoggoth that crushes its masters,

while Hastur curses people who mention his name.

Ia! I remember bein’ human, not very finny,

changin’ to a Deep One, not Azathoth’s dinny.

Ia! I wish I knew a slimy Great Old One,

then I could cause some madness too.

Ia! It’s Yuggoth, Carcosa, the Plateau of Leng,

no blinkin’ at the things I see.

It’s because I have no eyelids, except the nictitating,

and only human cultists were sacrificed while gating, Ia!

Ia! I wish I knew a slimy Great Old One,

then I could cause some madness too.


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Mongo Fiction | The Bug Sisters on Halloween

The three witches stirred their cauldron as they looked into the swirling brew for patterns of the future. These were unusual witches, for they had three pairs of limbs, coming from a species of sapient beetles, and flew on chitinous wings rather than broomsticks. Wings made for a smoother flight. “Well, sisters, what have we here?” One said, her antennae twirling as she tossed in silly things like tongue of weevil and claw of scorpion. “It looks like the Witch Finder General is at it again!” “Matt Hopkins? That loser? Didn’t he learn from the last time not mess with us? After all, we turned him into an axolotl!” “Yeah,” said another witch, “we sure showed him! Never did recover from that. Something about him still having gills after he got better!”

Another image revealed itself, of a young human girl plucking petals from a flower, tears streaming from reddening eyes as she cried about the day’s events at school. She had been rudely rejected by a boy she thought loved her. The three witches narrowed their beady compound eyes as one said, “Why don’t we help her out, do something to cheer her up? I know! We can turn that obnoxious boy into a monkey!” “Nah! That’ll never do. Too reflective of his true nature. All it would do is give him the urge to fling his business and purloin bananas!” “Wait! Let’s turn him into a sand flea!” “A capital idea! That way, the girl can get her revenge by stepping on him! I’ve got the perfect potion formula for that: let’s see, wing of orchid bee, hair of spider, nectar of pitcher plant, and chelae of lobster! Here, let me throw in a little powdered chrysalis of Io moth!”

The witches cackled in buzzing insect voices as they mixed the potion, sure that this would be a fun Halloween night, for themselves, and for the little girl with the broken heart.