Since I
won't be spending Tuesday dragging my brother along tracking down tikbalang, nuckelavee or gates to the lesser underzee like I had been planning - or, more realistically, pulling Kawade out of whatever bloody lunacy he manages to embroil himself in - I'm thinking I might relax with a movie marathon. Terrible,
horrid movies. I'm talking about The Toxic Avenger, Day of the Triffids, The Blob, Basket Case, The Island of Lost Souls, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and what has been called the worst movie ever fucking made, The Creeping Terror.
Twelve noon onwards, Bloodstone Manor, [address]. I'll rope off the path to the theatre, and I'd advise you not to touch anything that isn't explicitly labeled for use. You never know what's being guarded and what's doing the guarding.