Summer is a particularly difficult time for blood banks and, moved by the spirit of civic responsibility, my wife went downtown to donate blood this morning before going in to work. I honor her for it, and under any other circumstances I would have joined her, but all that business last time at the Columbia Senior Citizens Center with the stone altar, black candles and chanting about "the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young" really freaked me out. There's gotta be a better
So, I thought I was having an encounter with Nyarlathotep at the pub last night, but it turns out that the muffled, maddening beat of drums and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes was just a really bad Jethro Tull cover band.