Sunday, August 9, 2026

NecronomiCon Providence 2026...


...is right around the corner! From Thursday, August 13 to Sunday, August 16, Ms. B. and I will be there to plague many unsuspecting souls with our existence. The con is spread between the Omni Providence Hotel and the Graduate Hotel (formerly the Biltmore). I will be participating on two panels (see below) and doing a story reading. View the full core programming schedule here.
 
At the last NecronomiCon Providence (2024), I stayed at the Omni, which is a fabulous hotel, but this year, Brugger and I are planning to remain a few extra days to avail ourselves of some of the nearby locales we'd like to visit, such as Salem, Massachusetts and, possibly, Newport, Rhode Island, again, which we very much enjoyed on our November 2024 visit. So, to save a bit of money, we've booked a nice AirBnB on nearby Federal Hill. As any H.P. Lovecraft reader knows, Federal Hill was featured in his writings, most notably, "The Haunter of the Dark" (1935), which is among my favorites of his tales.
 
Here is my panel and reading schedule:

PANEL: In Mountains Older than Bones: Appalachian Gothic. Rightly or wrongly, on America’s cultural map, Appalachia is the equivalent to “Here there be monsters”--a region assumed not only to be unknown but perhaps also unknowable–where we credulously suspend our own disbelief. Panelists discuss what defines Appalachian Gothic, good and bad examples of the genre, and why the region has such a hold on the popular imagination. Panelists:Jess Lewis, Mike Allen (Moderator), Shanna Germain, Stephen Mark Rainey, Tonya Monteforte (Friday, 8/13, 11:00 a.m., Omni, Washington/Newport)

PANEL: Drifting Down the River of Night’s Dreaming: Karl Edward Wagner.
Karl Edward Wagner (American, 1945–1994) was a poet, editor, and publisher born in Knoxville, Tennessee. Wagner is known for his Sword and Sorcery anti-hero Kane, the Mystic Swordsman, and more contemporary horror tales that often drew on his personal demons and training as a psychiatrist. Wagner co-founded Carcosa Press and was executor of Manley Wade Welman’s literary estate until his death. He edited many anthologies, including fourteen years of The Year’s Best Horror. Our panelists discuss Wagner, his influences, and his impact on horror, fantasy, and the greater weird. Panelists: Douglass Winter, F. Brett Cox, John Langan, Jordan Douglas Smith, Stephen Mark Rainey (Moderator) (Saturday, 8/14, 9:30 a.m., Omni, Washington/Newport)

AUTHOR READING: Stephen Mark Rainey, "Night Crier" (Saturday, 8/14, 3:30 p.m., Graduate, Narragansett Bayview)

Note that some cruel miscreant had the gall to designate me the moderator of the Karl Edward Wagner panel. I'm not fond of moderating, and I hadn't expressed any interest in it, but, well, there it is. I had a fair amount of personal experience with Karl, particularly since he wrote the column, "The View From Carcosa," for Deathrealm magazine back in the day.

I'll likely be hanging out frequently in the dealer's room (Omni), at the Lovecraft eZine table. I plan to have copies of several of my books available for sale at the table.
 
I hope to see y'all there.

Friday, August 7, 2026

Droolie at Fifteen


Today, Droolie turns 15 years old, at least by his veterinarian's calculations. He showed up at the Greensboro house in late 2012, and at first, I thought he might be the same cat that had mysteriouly appeared (and then disappeared, equally mysteriously) at least a year or two earlier, whom I called Scrapple (see "Scrapple II?" December 8, 2012). For all I know, he may actually be that cat, but I decided to name him "Droolie" when it became clear that he drools when he's happy. Since he's been that way since day one and he's usually happy, well, it was the perfect name.
 
And here he is, all these years later, generally doing very well, although he keeps getting these recurring sinus bugs, and I have to give him medicine that he really does not like (well, it's actually people medicine, and I can attest that it tastes awful).
 
Some might remember that, in his younger days, Droolie made a vocation of redecorating my place, and so, he became the proud proprietor of Designs by Droolie™. He still indulges in some creative interior design and decorating now and again, although he mostly spends his days in semi-retirement, usually seeking and chasing treats keep himself active.

He and I both hope he'll remain in good health for the foreseeable future. He's looking forward to his 16th birthday so that he can finally get his driver's license.
treats dad need treats now TREATS!

Thursday, August 6, 2026

X-treme Fear

It was barely over a week ago that Ms. B. and I met friends Tom (a.k.a. Skyhawk63) and Linda (a.k.a. Punkins19) some 700 miles northward in Michigan to go geocaching at Power Island on Lake Michigan (see "Michigan Misadventure, Madness, & Merriment, Part 2," July 31, 2026). Today, back in our old home turf (Greensboro, NC), Tom and I met up again to hunt a multi-cache that struck this old dude's most wonderfully sensitive nerves, for it is set on the grounds of a former haunted attraction that the co-editor of Deathrealm magazine (Danielle D'Attilio) and I visited back in the mid-1990s. I recall that time with great fondness because she and I were the only living souls at that haunted trail at the time, and for that  reason, the experience proved to be fucking scary. So, revisiting the setting all these years later was both nostalgic (thanks for the memories) and beyond cool (because it's bleeping geocaching).
 
I had a medical appointment in Greensboro this morning, so I'd arranged with Tom to hunt this relatively new cache (it's been found only once, by friend/geocaching partner Natalie, a.k.a. Ms. Fishdownthestairs) afterward. We met at the starting coordinates just after 11:00 a.m., hosed ourselves down with bug spray, and set out into the woods. We didn't have to go very far, but in thirty-plus-years' time, the woods have really grown up. What we found remarkable was that so much of the old attraction still remained. Granted, it was mostly in miserable condition, but largely still there.
 
We found semi-intact old structures. We found countless skeletons, corpses, spiders, snakes, and abandoned electrical equipment. We found cache stages that required feats of physical strength and dexterity. We found one hell of a good (if sometimes frustrating) time exploring the remnants of what was  once a very cool haunted attraction.
 
As I'd discovered several years ago while geocaching, sometimes finding all that remains of a creepy attraction can be all the creepier simply because it's nothing but remains.
 
A favorite point awarded for "X-treme Fear: Fox's Footsteps" (GCBV1AV).

Wednesday, August 5, 2026

Well Worth a Read: FUGUE DEVIL: RESURGENCE Review


"This is one of the best collections I have read this year. If you love dark fiction in short story form as much as I do, you need to add this to your shelf."

"In 'Fugue Devil,' the new kid in town is told the local legend about a musician who summoned a demon that now reappears every 17 years. If you know about it, it knows about you! This is the year it is supposed to return. Is it real or just a myth? Two curious teens aim to find out...

"In its chilling sequel, 'The Devil's Eye,' a filmmaker has nefarious reasons for wanting to produce a movie about the Fugue Devil with the brother of one of the possible victims..."

A lovely review of Fugue Devil: Resurgence by Irene Cole at "Well Worth a Read." Read the whole review here.

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

The Botanic Martini


All right, I tried my hand at the Botanic Martini, which I discovered at the lovely Nord Social establishment in Midland, MI, when Ms. B. and I went there recently (see "Michigan Misadventures, Madness, and Merriment, Part 1," August 1, 2026). I couldn't find all the ingredients locally as they were listed on the "recipe," but I came up with a pretty fine approximation of this concoction. 'Tis happier than a clam.

1 part Polish vodka
1 part Mezcal
1 part The Botanist gin
2 parts Clamato juice
splash of Angostura bitters
BIG splash of habanero sauce
Sprinkle of black pepper
Sprinkle of lemon pepper
Sprinkle of fresh dill weed
A dried red chili
If you've got cucumber, muddle some up, but I did not; I used basil (delicious!)

Actually, go ahead and add another splash of Mezcal. Load up that shaker with ice, shake thoroughly, and pour into a chilled glass. Toss in a little extra dill to make it look... fancy. Then pour the whole thing in your mouth*. And ohhhh, baby. That's good.

*Sip it.

Saturday, August 1, 2026

Michigan Misadventures, Madness, & Merriment, Part 1

Tuesday, July 21, 2026
Well, Kimberly and I were supposed to to leave for a ten-day trip to Michigan early this morning — Greensboro to Midland/Bay City/Saginaw Airport by way of Detroit — but during the night, we received an alert that our outbound flight was delayed long enough that we'd miss our connection to MBS. Our only option was to book a 7:00 p.m. flight out of Greensboro and arrive at MBS around 10:30 p.m. Thus, we went for it... but this flight, too, ended up delayed, so guess what? No Michigan trip for us on this day. We rescheduled yet again, this time for tomorrow — the 6 a.m. flight out of Greensboro, which meant getting up at 3:15 a.m. Then, of course, just before bedtime, Delta Airlines notified us that the 6 a.m. flight to Detroit was delayed an hour.

So... will we make it tomorrow? Who the fook knows?

Wednesday, July 22, 2026
Given our flight delay, instead of getting up at 3:15 a.m., we slept in late (4:15 a.m.) and hit the highway for GSO. We arrived on time, checked in, and... wait, what?! Our plane has no crew? Correct. We have no crew. So, for most of an hour, we're waiting for word on whether we'll actually get airborne sometime today.

Finally, the pilot and co-pilot stumbled in off the street and mounted up. They managed to get the engines going, but we didn't go wheels up until well after 8:00 a.m. Our schedule originally called for a two-hour layover in Detroit, so, given the extended delays, the chances of making our connection now — again — appeared slim. However, to their credit, the pilots made up incredible time in the air because, upon landing in Detroit, we deplaned, made a beeline to our gate, and somehow ended up with a few minutes to spare before boarding. Thankfully, the DTW to MBS flight went off without a hitch, and Ms. B.'s friend Darren very kindly came to pick us up and transport us to her folks' place.Yay! Thank you, Darren!
 
We spent some quality time with Del & Fern, who've both been through the ringers, health-wise. Then, after a wee bite of lunch, Ms. B. went to take to a nap, and I wandered down to find a fun, relatively new geocache in the neighborhood.
 
Once Kimberly was out of bed, we hied ourselves over to Meijer for provisions (always a necessity upon our arriving in Midland) and stopped for a geocache on the way (also a necessity upon arriving in Midland).
 
I discovered that we are (thankfully) missing out on some serious storms back home. A friend just posted the photo below from our neighborhood. They live at the end of a cul-de-sac, so they won't be going anywhere until that big honking tree is removed. I'm hoping the many monster trees that surround our house continue to hold out.
After showering and washing off the vestiges of airplanes, airports, and big box stores, Ms. B. and I drove into downtown Midland, grabbed a couple of geocaches, and killed some vittles at Beatniks. It's a relatively new restaurant she'd visited on a previous visit or two, but this was my first time. We sat at their nice outdoor terrace, and I quite enjoyed the atmosphere and dinner— banh mi buns and an excellent gin martini for me and veal & beef meatballs and a nice chardonnay for Ms. B. We wandered around downtown for a spell and stopped in for a final drink at Gratzi, a reasonably upscale Italian restaurant we've enjoyed a handful of times, though this time just for spirits.
 
Since this was our first night in Midland, we wanted to spend most of the evening with Del & Fern, so once back at Casa di Brugger, we settled ourselves in the downstairs family room, which is a long-time tradition with the folks, and enjoyed each other's company until it was time to retire. Since we'd started our day well before dawn, I'm surprised Kimberly and I lasted as long as we did. It's been over a year since I've been here, though now that I'm back, it feels like no time at all.

I had some coffee early in the evening, but it was obviously broken because I'm told I started snoring. So, I reckon we'll be hard at it again tomorrow. G'night, all.


Thursday, July 23, 2026
I woke up to a pleasant chill in the air, rather than the disgusting, tropical humidity that has become the standard summertime environment back home. There are indeed times that Michigan's general climate suits me far better, but then... oh, my lord... here comes winter. Hoo dogs! Maybe it is not my environment...
 
Still, it was a beautiful morning for going out geocaching. After a light breakfast and plenty of coffee, I set out on Del's old bicycle for Stratford Woods Park, a couple of miles down the road. A good many newer caches had been placed there since my last trip to Midland, although even those now date back a ways. I ended up going bust on a couple of the hunts, leading me to believe those containers have gone missing. Happily, I found several others, a couple of which were tricky. Although it did get warm and fairly humid out there, It wasn't like trying to breathe the mayonnaise as it is back home, and I didn't suffer any assaults by mosquitoes. Now, here's a thing: Michigan mosquitoes may be the meanest, rotten, bitingest little fuckers I've ever encountered anywhere... well, except for maybe Venice, Italy. But Midland is the only location where I've had to give up on a geocaching outing due to mosquitoes.Thankfully, not today.

Well, damnation. I'd had a (very mild) migraine yesterday during our flight up, and wouldn't you know it, here comes another one. At least this one was no worse than yesterday's, so I was able to continue caching without undue difficulty or pain (sometimes my headaches can turn pretty monstrous). After returning to la casa, I still needed about 3,000 steps to meet my daily goal, as my phone doesn't count pedaling the bike. So, I went out and ran around the neighborhood, much like I do at home, although it's considerably easier here because the terrain is mostly flat.
 
Mid-afternoon, I started cooking tonight's dinner: a hamburger soup loosely based on a recipe from Drew Cooks, which I follow religiously. Drew is funny as hell, and some of the recipes I've tried have turned out to be dynamite. Not necessarily healthy, but delicious. I always customize, improvise, or otherwise fuck around with every recipe that I attempt, and we always enjoy what I cook. It's my custom to provide at least a dinner or two for the family when we're here, and I think there will also be some Italian goodies in the works on this trip.
 
The soup turned out fantastic, by the way. It's like a delicious hamburger in a bowl.
After dinner, Kimberly and I went out and about for a bit, first to Clock & Candle Brewatorium, a relatively new establishment with a cool selection of their unique brews. I tried their Bag o' Beans Coffee Brown, which is brewed with the coffee made by Live Oak Coffeehouse here in Midland, which we love. Twas good. Then we shifted over to nearby Nord Social, which, I must say, played the best mellow, evocative techno music I may have ever heard. It was beautiful. Now, I understand that on some nights, it gets so crowded and loud that you can't hear yourself think. That's definitely not my thing, so I'm glad the noise level was tolerable. Ms. B. has been going through a hell of a tough time dealing with her folks' health situations for quite a while now, so she and I spent quite a while talking about her life in Midland, friends, current experiences, joys, stressors, etc. We've been together for roughly sixteen years, yet this turned out to be some of the most meaningful sharing of history and feelings between us, well, ever. This meant the world to me, and I think to her as well.
 
Tomorrow looks busy. I sleep now.
At Clock & Candle Brewatorium


Friday, July 24, 2026
I woke up pretty early, had a quick breakfast, ran three miles around the neighborhood, and cleaned out some gutters for Del. Then Kimberly and I went in search of new phones because our current ones are going on seven years old and have been sputtering along for a while now. We'd bought them just before we went on our first Europe trip in 2019, so these critters feel like they're almost as old as we are. Kimberly had gotten her dad's new phone at the Walmartz on her previous trip here and was impressed by the gentleman who'd helped them. Happily, he was on hand again to help us. Indeed, he set us up with the best deals we could get, and now we now have new phones (which are in the process of updating as I write). I hope the new ones hold out at least as long as the old buggers. We shall see...
 
There — I took a photo of me with the new phone camera. Somehow, I think the old one picked up less of the ugly. 
 
It took a couple of hours to get the phones purchased and set up, so by the time all was said and done, the Great Starvation had gripped us. Lunch at Molasses sounded good, so that's where we headed — after stopping for me to grab a quick geocache. Molasses has long been my favorite BBQ joint anywhere... seriously, yes, in Michigan... and the foodz today was first rate, as always.

Since we've been out and about very evening since our arrival, Ms. B. and I opted stay home with Del & Fern, help them watch television; futz around with the settings, apps, and updates on our phones; and other such business. Till laters!


Saturday, July 25, 2026
Up pretty early again today. Light breakfast, coffee, and then out to Stratford Woods Park again for some more woodland geocaching. The temperature was perfect — mid 70s with low humidity — and I found three fun hides. Then I rode a short distance over to what is apparently a popular local fishing spot called Three Ponds (maybe because there are three ponds here) to hunt a cache called "Fishing for a Cache" (GCBE9TX). This one was pretty challenging because it resides on a very steep bank close to the water's edge, and you really don't want want to lose your footing here, especially when you have a brand new phone in your pocket. Fortunately, I maintained my balance and happened to spy the cache in fairly short order (you can see it in the photo at left). A fun outing all around.

Kimberly and I had entertained the idea of getting pasties for lunch at Midland Pasty Company, but dang if they weren't closed today. If you don't know about pasties, well, by Yog, you oughta. And maybe watch Jeff Daniels' screamingly funny Escanaba in da Moonlight (2001). We ended up grabbing chicken from Popeye's, about which I have not one complaint. I love me some Popeye's chicken, and I got the wings with ghost pepper rub. Not as hot as all that, but delicious nonetheless.
A carpet of ferns in Stratford Woods Park
Big turtle, baby Gamera, or geocache?
View of the pond from "Fishing for a Cache"
Ms. B. spent a good portion of the afternoon working, running errands with her mom, and going shopping with friend Darren, so I devoted myself to working on the blog and some new fiction. Once she returned, I cooked up a couple of killer burgers and mixed vegetables for dinner. We then made ourselves almost presentable and ventured out to Oxygen, where I found a fookin' fine dirty gin martini. Then we wandered back to Nord Social, which we'd visited a couple of evenings ago. Here, they have this thing they call the Botanic Martini. I'm not sure it's really a martini, but it's certainly botanical, and it's one of the most distinctive, spicy libations ever to burn my lips. To say I fookin' love it is an understatement so grotesque it's like saying Kimberly is just kinda purty. Here's the description at the top of the menu:
At last, it was back to Casa di Brugger to spend a nice evening hanging out with Del & Fern. In the morning, we'll be off to the next phase of this particular Michigan Madness. And so, friends, till then.

Sunday, July 26, 2026
It wasn't planned (not by a long shot), but I woke up very early, and so decided to tumble out of bed and get going. Coffee (lots), breakfast (a little), running (fast and hard), and then packing. Yep, one of the primary reasons for the timing of this trip — in addition to helping Kimberly's parents out at every turn — was to meet longtime friends and geocaching partners Skyhawk63 (a.k.a. Tom) & Punkins19 (a.k.a. Linda) from Greensboro in Traverse City, MI, and take a boat trip out to Power Island in Grand Traverse Bay (in the southeastern arm of Lake Michigan) to hunt Michigan's oldest geocache, "Power Island" (GC35). They've been devising this plan for a while, and since Kimberly and I knew we'd need to come to Michigan around this time, the plans to meet up here wove together beautifully.
 
The only complication now is that there are potentially severe storms in tomorrow's forecast. We'll burn that bridge when we get to it.
 
Anyway, Brugger and I left Midland at 11:00 a.m. sharp for a roughly three-hour drive to Traverse City. We stopped in Clare for lunch at Mancino's, listened to a lot of 80s music as we drove, grabbed a few caches, and arrived at our lodgings (The Vic Hotel) around 2:00 p.m. It's a cool place, very comfortable, with all the necessary amenities and more. Once we'd settled in, we decided to make our way around the town and see what we could see. The first place we found was Left Foot Charley Wine & Hard Cider, a few miles to the west, which frankly surprised us with its high quality. This corner of Michigan has long been known for its Reisling wines, but we discovered some utterly delicious reds and other whites here as well. Their Blaufrankisch stood out as particularly good.
 
From there, we ventured over to Rove Winery, a few more miles out of town, which might have been even better. Here, the tasting room and environs offered a lovely, panoramic view of the surrounding countryside, which struck us as rather akin to our region back home (Virginia's Piedmont). Their TrÍ red wine made me even happier than a slap in the belly with a wet trout. Make no mistake, wine-wise, we're not talking Europe, California, or Pacific Northwest, but compared to the up-and-coming wine regions of North Carolina and Virginia, these vintages more than held their own. They actually put the North Carolina stuff to shame (admittedly, not a huge compliment).
 
By now, we needed some solid vittles, so we found a lovely dinner at Harrington's by the Bay, which fulfilled all our cravings except for those of the economic variety. Hoooey, shit is expensive around here. After that, I found a couple of more caches, and then we settled in at The Vic to mellow out. Tomorrow promises to be a big day... I just hope the weather doesn't deal us any nasty blows.
 
Till then.
View of the countryside from Rove Winery
Oh, look. They have wine glasses in their hands. Go figure.