It makes me paranoid.
Otherwise I wish I had something else worth mentioning, but I really don't. At least, nothing I want to talk about, and the stuff I don't want to talk about is neither scandalous, interesting, or worth inquiring about in a careful, sensitive manner. It's just me feeling bad about this terrific hindsight I have. Sorry.
Oh, but yesterday (and evil_jim, this is probably only of interest to you) I watched Guerilla Productions' Cosmic Horror Fun-Pak. It's a collection of short films by Guerilla Productions which is the company who adapted The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath. The Fun-Pak reminds me for obvious reasons of the stuff on the Lurker in the Lobby collections, tho' less uneven since these films were all made by the same people. It's about 40 minutes long and contains eight films and the trailer to the upcoming zombie(?) feature Flesh of My Flesh, which looks interesting. The DVD has all the usual subtitles, still photo galleries, commentaries and typos on the back of the case.
The title "Cosmic Horror Fun-Pak" is a very appropriate title. Some of the films are very short (more credits than film in some cases), and most are silly. The centerpiece is Innsmouth Legacy, the touching story of a fish and the man who loved her. That's not exactly what it's about (close, though), but it's such a good phrase that I had to type it. If you're still reading you probably know The Shadow Over Innsmouth inside and out (hi Jim!) so you don't need a lot more explanation. Also of note is Revival which makes one think twice about cryogenics, A Perfect Mate which explores the perils of absolute true love, and the puppet masterpiece, Shadowdog, the less said about which the better. This description probably doesn't excite you too much, but the DVD is $9.98 from Petting Zoo (look! It's the same link again!), so you can pick it up with an autographed Dream-Quest poster and not break the bank.
I apologize to anybody not interested in the works of H.P. Lovecraft who just slogged through those last two paragraphs in the hopes of getting a cookie, because that's Hal's thing. I don't do cookies. I might have some kind of amorphous corruption that writhes and blasphemes in the yawning void of madness between the fathomless stellar spaces, though. Hang on, I'll check.
Nope, all I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels.