The Lighter Side of Apocalypse

Well, it's finally begun.

My head's kind of spinning at the moment and I really have no idea "what's really going on" with this thing. I could theorize all night and day but I'd just be whistling in the dark.

As you all know, I'm a big fan of "staying in your lane," so let's just do whatever the hell it is we do around here.

THC Round Table: CoronaNation Street

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Sunday Matinee: Classic Sixties Folk Horror

Stuck inside and looking for something to take your mind off all the black helicopters and armored vehicles ambling past your crib? 

How about some classic folk horror from the Sixties that combines the classic ambiance of quasi-Hammer English and quasi-Lovecraftian New English horror?

The Secret Sun is Lighting the Void

Stuck at home watching the world economy implode? Well, I have just the thing for you...

Sound Your Funky Horn. Or the Final Trumpet. (UPDATED 1930 EST)

Well, just because there just aren't enough apocalyptic omens and portents flying around these days, we had this new jam to dub onto our end-days mixtape: an earthquake dislodging the trumpet -- or more precisely, the clarion -- held by the Angel Moroni of the Book of Mormon fame.

And oddly enough, this was right after we'd been discussing heavenly trumpets around these parts, seemingly apropos of nothing. How about them (golden) apples (of Eris), eh?