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The Film Festival ends today. I was up early and showered and dressed, more like assembling my suit, and was out the door in the morning. I picked a gold-yellow tie with structures and diamond-shaped colored areas, sort of Carcosa–I think that will work for Mythos. Sunday morning had no traffic, and I soon entered Portland through Beaverton. I crossed to NE, found Sam’s Billards, and was a few forty minutes early instead of just on time.

I found a table upstairs while the event, The Cthulhu Prayer Breakfast, was prepared. Cody Goodfellow, the writer for the Space-private Sexy book I bought yesterday and started to read, Scum of the Earth, was the head priest. I started my blog with the plan of writing this morning at the event. I also met more writers who were selling their books. One, Katherine Kerestman, whom I had met yesterday and bought two books from, and Tony LaMalfa, who took my $10 to get his paperback, Forbidden Knowledge. I was able to start the blog before breakfast started. Some of my friends from the previous conventions and the Call of Cthulhu Role Playing Game (CoC) session on Friday joined me at my table, now in the proper alignment. Breakfast was served after a short chant by Cody, repeated by us, fellow followers of the unknowable gods. I tried to write some more, but the main events started. Tablemates were drafted for the choir, which did well considering they had never heard the hymns before, all to the unknowable gods and done in good humor and all of joining in between between drinks of coffee and bites of food.

Cody did, to my surprise, read a sermon. Cody was quite clear he was fed up with humanity and thought the unknowable gods should get those stars right soon and clean up this mess–my interpretation and memory of the sermon. We cultists, and people on the edge, are not the bad actors (until the stars are right); we did not make this mess.

I found a corner and wrote while others told stories, including the writers I had bought books from. Some of it was pretty good. I managed to finish my blog and find more coffee. The event closed with me wishing my friends the best–many I will only see again next year. Soon, I headed over to the theater for one more show, Glorious, 79 minutes from 2022.

The movie was about a man trapped with an evil demi-god in a dirty highway stop bathroom. It was excellent, and I was surprised at how they managed to make this work in a small space and with just primarily two actors and one just playing a voice; it worked. I was glad I had come on Sunday to catch this one. It was directed by Rebekah McKendry, Ph.D., who gave yesterday’s lecture on Cosmic Horror. I wanted to see her work. Wow!

Still in my suit, I boarded Air Volvo and headed to Susie’s place at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116. I left the festival early so I could hang out with Susie.

I had some bad moments on Highway 5 when I changed lanes, and the car in front of Air Volvo slammed its brakes. Air Volvo, auto-braking, and I managed to avoid the mistake by steering into the shoulder–I should have waited until the other cars were better spaced. Next, another car changed three lanes at once and exited Highway 5, passing by Air Volvo at less than one care length. Yikes!

I arrived. Susie was popped into her wheelchair by Anassa (the weekend nursing aide), and, with it being warm, we headed out to Metzfer Park for the last sunny day in the forecast (all ten days are rainy or overcast). Older kids and some younger ones were enjoying the warm day. Susie and I found a bench and were missed a few times by errant American footballs. We called Leta and Barb (Susie’s mother and sister, respectively) on a three-way video call on Facetime, and soon, we saw each other and talked about our day and how Susie felt, “I am fine.” It was fine chat, and soon, we rang off and toured the rest of the park.

Susie was placed in her bed, and I helped her to drink some Ensure (I drank a whole bottle of water). Susie was uncomfortable after a while, and Jenifer re-arranged Susie a few times–Jenifer and Louis took over for Sunday afternoon. We watched another episode of Only Murders in the Building from the third season. I liked it, but I think Susie was a bit lost.

It was 5PM, and I was tired, and Susie was falling asleep. I pulled out the crash pad and put the gate on the bed. Susie has fallen before and sleepwalks and needs all of this in place to be safe. I kissed her goodbye, but she was distressed and said, “I need you,” while barely being able to stay awake. Susie let me go and said, “I love you,” as I left. Always heartbreaking.

I drove south to Ancestry Brewery to meet Mariah. I was again easily; I had an Irish Red Ale with excellent freshly made onion rings while I waited. Mariah appeared after 6PM, and we talked about the film festival, her trip to Montana, and other details. I told her I enjoyed meeting and talking to many writers and moviemakers. It was an excellent festival. Mariah was relieved to see me “spend some money on myself to enjoy myself.”

We promised not to be so many weeks before we meet again. The drive back was on all twisty roads over Cooper Mountain. I had not driven them in a year and not in the dark. I was careful. Lastly, I also had to backtrack to 209th, the main road to the Volvo Cave is closed for construction, but tired, I arrived safely in Air Volvo.

I disassembled my ensemble, which is my suit and suspenders. I have new books, cards, websites, and many things to do. So many chances to write and to learn. It was a great four days! The summon happens next year on 4October2024, and we cultists will hope to meet again then.

Thanks for reading.

 

I started the day in a rush but still slept until 7:30ish. I had to write the blog, have breakfast, take my meds (which require food to avoid unpleasantries), and dress again in a suit with suspenders, more of an assembly than a dressing process. So I wrote and rushed, drank some coffee, microwaved the leftover potato pancakes I had baked (from Trader Joe’s freezer section for breakfast–excellent), and added some sour cream to go with them. Perfect.

Now assembled and ready, I started across Beaverton in Air Volvo. I was headed to Susie at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116. The traffic was slow to the pain level, and I was in a hurry. Going twenty in a forty-five was not what I expected. There were not many cars. The construction work was paused for the weekend, so all the cones, barrels, and signs were unchanged. The stop lights were very slow, with folks refusing to move for twenty seconds or more. And, again, I was in a rush.

Finally, after being stuck on the last bit of Hall Boulevard for ten minutes, I arrived. My time was short, and I could just fit in calling Susie’s mother, Leta, and having a quick phone video call via FaceTime on my iPhone. Susie was thrilled to see me; I could not arrive on Friday. While a short visit, Susie was still happy to see me in my suit and loved the picture.

I then explored the traffic in Portland; it was also slow for no determinable reason. I arrived and parked and soon found myself in the line for VIP; we were running a few minutes late. I was then welcomed in with the other VIPs and got my favorite seat in the main theater. I then went on a buying spree and found some books signed by the authors, some t-shirts (one for Susie), and a tentacle shelf holder–perfect. I collected this and started my voyage on day two of the festival.

It starts with a lecture from a professor on movies and a movie maker, Rebekah McKendry, Ph.D. She lectures on the source and meaning of Cosmic horror and its expanding role in movie marking. She is pretty good, and I will look for her online lectures. After she is done, we watch hours of short movies. Many of these are only the first time seen here, and they get little play and are hard to find. My favorite stuff. One on static is creepy for me and disturbing. There was one, styled as a silent film, that was wonderful and funny.

After sitting for hours, I collected my goodies and headed for the break. I put the stuff in the car and head to Laughing Planet, which I only eat once a year at this festival, and have a wonderful bowl of couscous with chicken and veggies. Excellent. The iced tea was great.

I return to the theater again. VIPs are first, and I get my same seat and more shorts. All are good. The funny ones are great. By 9PM, I am tired of sitting. I found a few more books to buy, of course and a prop from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society.

Air Volvo returned to the Volvo Cave without issue. I soon disassembled my suit and was in bed. I went to bed soon. I did have dreams, including one where my hand’s nerve damage had expanded. Ugh!

Thanks for reading!

 

I spent most of Friday playing. I started early, even on my day off, and had to be in Portland by 11AM to play an adventure using the Call of Cthulhu Role Playing Game (CoC) with H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society’s Sean, one of its founders. The HPLHS has made a movie (not surprisingly, The Call of Cthulhu), still sells props for role-playing games, and even gives classes on prop creation. I am a happy customer. Before that, I had a rushed breakfast, wrote the blog, and assembled my look for today: a suit and vest with a Homburg. Friday mid-morning, traffic was slow, even when crossing Beaverton to reach Highway 217. I crawled to NE Portland, taking nearly an hour to get there–I usually twenty-five minutes. I arrived just on time, 11AM.

The game was packed into a small room in a bed-and-breakfast with five of us. I have been playing CoC since it was published, and I know the current system (7th Edition) and role-played my preacher–a premade character supplied by Sean. Sean’s story was a theater-of-the-mind with excellent props, and soon, the other players caught on and started to role-play and work through the puzzle and hazards. The stuff Sean prepared was excellent; even our biographies of our premade characters included a news clipping describing our character to role-play.

It was five hours of play. An excellent adventure which we solved–details cannot be shared. You have to play it with Sean to learn this one–most excellent.

After the game, I headed out immediately, moved Air Volvo to a better location, paid for it, and discovered there was a meet-and-greet at the Billard’s place nearby (a pool hall near the Hollywood Theater). There, I met the designer of the event’s poster and a designer of role-playing who wrote one of the books I still use occasionally. I added to the crackers a tiny bit of lunch meat and a banana I had eaten so far. A Chicago Dog and two beers (plus 1/2 order of french fries) were lunch and dinner.

After paying for my repast and finding some writers selling their books (I bought two hard copies from the various writers), I headed to the Hollywood Theater. I soon had my left side, three rows back, with a perfect view for this showing. Placing my Homburg on my seat, I got my goodies for the Kickstarter. Found beer and popcorn and set that safe in my seat and the next seat. Ready. It is a polite group of cultists, and just putting your hat on the seat is good enough (it will be there when you get back, and nobody will take your seat).

I tried to reach Susie, but service was poor. I went outside (the show had not started yet) and tried to reach Susie’s place. I had to leave a message.

Brian and Gwen started the show with the usual cheering, and soon, I was watching the first set of short movies. They were a mix of funny and creepy. Nothing was disturbing. The cosmic stories that make you fear open skies, the unseen, and what is on the beach or sea scare me the most.

The feature was the recent horror and sexy movie Suitable Flesh, part of a set of films dealing with the reanimation of the dead and possession. While fun, it is not that scary or disturbing. I finished my beer and popcorn.

I found Air Volvo and returned with only a few minor missteps in Portland. I was in the wrong lane to get to Highway I-84 and had to get turned around. After that, there were no issues, and soon, Air Volvo had me back at the Volvo Cave. I disassembled more than undressed. My new vest is not quite fitting, and I pulled some buttons–I will see what can be done for the blue suit. Or lose that weight. To paraphrase Hercule Poirot, my tailor’s bill and recommendations are less painful than my doctors.

I, taking taking my pills, soon was in bed. I fell immediately to sleep.

Thanks for reading. No dreams–that I remember.

Last night, Gwen told me her requirements for an excellent 500-word micro-fiction horror story. It must tell a complete story and must make her shiver. Next year!

I am writing this on another clear and soon-to-be-hot sunny Oregon fall day. The weather pattern is that we have lovely days and then gray and damp days. The length of the sunny days becomes smaller until it vanishes in November, and we start the rains that end in July (or now ending in early June from climate change). So 54F (12C) in the morning and 82F (28C) in the afternoon. The clear skies fall means sneezing and burning eyes for me from the pollen as the trees and plants send out that last burst before the seemingly endless gray days start.

Thursday, I was rushing. I had a 7:30 meeting, so I was up at 6AM, dressed, out the door by 7AM, and in the office in time for the meeting. The meeting was a bust and was rescheduled to fit other people’s schedules. Before this, I had managed to organize liberal coffee and an NYC bagel and to read some emails and updates before heading out. Somehow, even thirty minutes earlier, I found a school bus to slow me down.

Work was the usual Zoom meetings for hours. The usual place for me to hang out and do the calls was being painted. New giant 85″ screens are going up as part of the building refresh for us new tenants. I found a couch and did my meetings. My hearing is failing, and my left ear garbles sound, so headphones don’t work well for me. Now, I just talk into the screen and try to listen without headphones (the conversation would disturb others, so I find a place in the atrium that won’t bother anyone). I had hours of Zoom meetings.

Lunch was a lunch meeting with Scott. This is my chance to walk the Nike WHQ. Our building, Swift, is on the extreme side, and Serena Williams (the building, not the person) is on the other side. I use the hidden path at Nike WHQ through the parking lots to make the line straight (Scott showed that to me last time). The walk is lovely and encompasses the new campus and the recent campus (Nike WHQ was built in three steps about ten years apart, with the last one finishing up now with the remodeling of some of the existing buildings). I was twenty minutes early, but now, knowing the walk time of 25 minutes, I can plan better next time. I followed along on my iPhone while waiting.

Lunch was from the salad bar–healthy, and Scott and I chatted about work and the cool stuff he is getting done. I will admit I was a bit grumpy, but the project is in the final testing and is tedious and stressful at the same time. After over a year of coding, building systems, and testing, I want to install it and move on–makes me grumpy to wait. But we still had a nice lunch and chat.

I walked back to Swift, and it was now hot, and my coat made me warm. It was needed when I started, but the hot sun had jumped the temperatures by ten degrees! I got to Air Volvo, removed the hat and coat, and boarded. Next, Susie’s place at Susie at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116. The traffic was light, and The City of Beaverton was installing holes elsewhere, so the construction delays were short.

Susie was happy to see me. I brought the eclipse glasses kits I found on Amazon for 14 Oct 80% eclipse and gave them to Jennifer, the weekday nursing aide. I received a musical Advent Calendar from the catalog company Bas Bleu that plays 24 different Christmas songs, one for each day, and showed it to Susie. I put it in her room for later use. It is a German product, and some of the songs I don’t recognize, but it should be fun.

Sorry about the finger in the pic!

It was a hot day now, and Susie enjoyed a trip to Metzger Park next door to the hummingbird house. The park was filled with children with their parents and dogs walking their humans. I could see Susie enjoying all the positive energy bubbling off of everyone. We did a three-way video call with Susie’s family members, Leta (mom) and Barb (sister). Susie was thrilled to talk to Barb and Leta. We were at my favorite bench in the shade of the redwoods and cedars. The crows were back and were calling out. It was a pleasant, short visit.

Soon, I had Susie back at hummingbird house, and Michelle Nixon was busy cutting folks’ hair. I kissed Susie goodbye. I will not make it there on Friday; my annual attendance at the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival starts today. I returned to work and worked until about 4ish as I was tired from the early calls and had trouble sleeping this week.

I returned to the Volvo Cave via Air Volvo in light traffic, but I did have to circle back as I forgot that our main access road, 209th, is now closed as they rebuilt it (again!). At the house, I got the mail and rested for a bit. I then dressed in my suit, which included suspenders. The H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival VIP party and summon ceremony was tonight.

Suspenders are like a reverse bra for men, except it is connected to your pants. So I have to button the unit into the pants and then redo it when I discover it is twisted (since most of it is on your back, it is hard to know it is wrong). The suspenders are under my vest, too, and I find myself, like some gals, discreetly adjusting my straps. I am also aware that my pants are held up by this, so if I pull on the straps too hard, I will unsnap the connection. This mistake will soon be exposed unless I get to the men’s room fast! I learned that at my sister’s wedding, early in the evening, I was quickly in the men’s room to discover the cause of the sudden lightness and corrected it before the problem was exposed to all the guests.

It took me thirty minutes to get ready and leave after 6PM to the usual parking lot, Highway 26, 405, I-84, arriving precisely on time, parking three blocks away in a residential area. The Lift Off Lounge is a dive bar with excellent food, imaginative cocktails, and an Art Deco theme–perfect for us cultists. One free drink was offered, and finger food and even BBQ on a bun (excellent) were free for the taking.

A gal was singing 1920s and 1930s music on a tiny stage. It was crowded and crazy, but we were a friendly audience. Many of us were trying to remember the names of the folks we met last year and before. I became reacquainted with folks and had two Call of Cthuhlu drinks (gin and something). “We Lurk,” and the chanting was done to “bless” and “summon” the festival into being.

I left after 9 and arrived home at about 10ish. I was tired. I disassembled more than I undressed and got everything put away and safe. My blue suit for Friday! I woke up a few times and forgot to put out the trash. I had terrible leg cramps at 6ish.

But it’s still a great day.

Thanks for reading.

It is now a clear sky evening in Oregon. We watched the weather change from cold and rainy to Oregon mist to clear. We are headed back to 80F highs (27C) this week. The eclipse is 14 Oct 2023, with mixed clouds and sun; Tigard will be 80% dark, and I have special glasses for a party at the hummingbird house. If we are overcast, we can use the pinhole eclipse-watching method–it does not need direct sunlight to work.

I got home at 9ish and then unloaded all the games from Air Volvo, as this weekend is the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival, and then I started writing the blog (and planning my Festival). I have a VIP event on Thursday night, a Call of Cthulu Role Playing Game on Friday morning with the HPLHS (the folks that make some of the best props), and then the Festival starts at 7PM Friday. I am excited. I had my suits cleaned and will look more 1920s in a suit with a vest. I have a Homburg to wear with them.

Going backward, Z and I played the board game Z’s suggestion, Brass: Lancashire, a mean economic game with a complex resource usage model. We both love it, but this time, I did take some resources that Z planned on–mean games continue to limit options as they are played, and it is often to your advantage to take something the other player wanted. I got Z a few times, but she blocked me too. I recommend the game but be ready to be frustrated by your friends.

It took us the whole time to play with a delay for Z to do homework. I was not sure who had won until I totaled the score. Z was ahead in the first epoch, but I managed to build lots of level 2 coal mines in the first epoch that were ready to build my trains and network. Again, it is a harsh game, and I planned three turns out and across epochs. I was ahead by 13 at the end; I just managed to slide by Z.

Before this, I had my new standard Wednesday order at Shake Shack: an avocado, bacon, cheese, beef burger. All the food groups! The fries, while nothing great, are fresh and slightly crunchy. I was tempted to do the double patty as it is a smallish burger, but I think that is unwise if I want to lose ten pounds in six months!

Moving back in the day, I was at Nike WHQ, supporting the data conversions and reading and approving fixes and designs. I did talk to my boss about Susie’s status, as I like Brad to know what is happening.

Before this, I was at Susie’s place at Susie at Allegiance Senior Care LLC, 9925 SW 82nd. Ave. Portland (Tigard), OR 97223; phone (503) 246-4116. Susie was feeling more talkative and awake today, and we had a friendly chat with Leta, Susie’s mother, on a FaceTime video call. I usually only stay a short time, but I could stay a little longer today. I then stopped by Panera and had soup and a chicken almond 1/2 sandwich. I am coughing again and very tired. I thought some chicken soup and a small but good sandwich would be perfect. I was not overly sleepy from it later.

I had forgotten that lunch was provided in Swift today. I did get some chips later as a snack.

Moving back to the start of the day, I was not happy to be awakened from a deep sleep by my alarm. I then set it thirty minutes out, and seconds later, well, it seemed like that, it went off again. I rushed and managed to have cereal with milk and sliced banana with my liberal coffee. I did the usual things, and soon, I headed to the office and got there before my first meeting at 8.

I am tired and just had a 10PM meeting with India. Time to close this, and again, dear reader, thanks for being here with me.