H.P Lovecraft for dinner, bebeh...

...The Fringe Festival's got a reading tonight of H. P. Lovecraft's "the Rats in the Walls"...I am so there:)

Meanwhile...jade mines, cip-on, and being Ms Bossy-Pants. I'll listen for any suspicious rustling in the walls in the meantime, especially by that gibbous and squamous Greek Silenus sculpture we've got on second floor. I swear that beard looks eerily like tentacles, and he does look kinda batrachian to me...

*shudder*