It’s called the Fermi paradox, named after physicist Enrico Fermi. It refers to the apparent contradiction between the lack of evidence and high probability for the existence of extraterrestrial civilizations. Finally, the Journal of the British Interplanetary Society has an explanation, which it has released in a paper entitled The Aestivation hypothesis:
Maybe we are not seeing alien civilizations because they are all rationally “sleeping” in the current early cosmological era, waiting for a remote future when it is more favourable to exploit the resources of the universe. We show that given current observations we can rule out a big chunk of possibilities like this, but not all.
Makes sense to me. But then, spec fiction fans have guessed this to be the case for quite some time:
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.”
“In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
Yep. That explains it.
There’s an energizing crispness in the October air – and that’s not all. Regional festivals celebrating local wine, apples, and barbecue lure excited crowds with sweet, smoky aromas and music from homegrown bands. The squawking from a wedge of geese overhead reminds us it’s hunting and camping season. And Halloween is just around the corner.
My latest work, “The Great KOA Getaway,” should get you in the mood. It’s a flash story about an unlucky/lucky ranger caught in the middle of a little misunderstanding at a remote campground. I’d describe it as a mash-up of Twilight Zone and National Lampoon’s Vacation, with just a touch of Lovecraft thrown in. It’s available free (!) at The Flash Fiction Press.
I’ve always enjoyed stories that tickle your goosebumps and funny bone at the same time. And isn’t that what makes Halloween so much fun?
I hope “The Great KOA Getaway” brings a shiver and a smile to your day.
The best fiction and writing blog posts from around the ‘net, with advice and inspiration guaranteed to make you a literary cult figure. Compiled by howard.
Joanne Jeffries and Julian Yanover – Poetic WordClouds: These are the most common words in Poetry
Owen Booth – 24 Rules for Writing Short Stories
Fionn Grant – Literary Agent: Another Step Toward Writer Status
Jami Gold – What Goes into Building a Movie in Our Mind?
Aerogramme Writers’ Studio – Opportunities for Writers: June and July 2016
A.J. Humpage – Getting Your Story To Flow
Krishna Prasad – Is Poetry Dead?
Penstricken – The (Im)perfect Protagonist
H. P. Lovecraft – 11 Tips for Novice Writers
This evening, The Charlotte Film Society featured two shorts and a full-length film. My wife and I agreed the main film, Nina Forever, was an unfocused hot mess. However, the short Portal to Hell!!! was a blast.
Ex-pro wrestler Roddy Piper plays Jack, a patient, over-worked, and under-appreciated building super. Jack’s so stressed by his job that he ignores a lady who’s obviously interested in him. One day, while checking out a power loss in the old building’s creepy basement, he discovers that two elderly male tenants dressed in tighty whities have invoked none other than the dreaded Cthulhu from his undersea hideout in R’lyeh. Jack just wants to do his job, but he’s pretty sure the men’s actions violate their lease, and doesn’t hesitate to tell them.
The Old One, being who he is, strikes out from his portal and kills everyone in his reach, then wraps a tentacle around Jack and s-l-o-w-l-y drags our hero toward certain doom. But the lady who has a secret crush on Jack finds the book the old men used to summon Cthulhu. Will she find the correct spell in time? And is that spell permanent or just a temporary fix?
Great special effects, great acting, lots of laughs, and plenty of hidden treasures for Lovecraft fans.
One sad note: Roddy Piper passed away shortly before the film was nominated for the Toronto International Film Festival.
From Ancient Origins: The Frightening Discovery of the Mount Owen Claw
Nearly three decades ago, a team of archaeologists were carrying out an expedition inside a large cave system on Mount Owen in New Zealand when they stumbled across a frightening and unusual object. With little visibility in the dark cave, they wondered whether their eyes were deceiving them, as they could not fathom what lay before them—an enormous, dinosaur-like claw still intact with flesh and scaly skin. The claw was so well-preserved that it appeared to have come from something that had only died very recently.
Read the rest at Ancient Origins – if you dare.
If I’d discovered that claw, I would have set new land speed records skedaddling out of the cave.
Now this is fun! Take an armchair tour of Providence, Rhode Island, where H.P. Lovecraft lived most of his life. It’s eerie to see the actual sites from Lovecraft’s home town that made their way into so much of his fiction. The accompanying text shows real understanding of this tortured but gifted author’s work and vision.
Be careful, though — the Old Ones are always near. And Cthulhu doesn’t like to have his dreams interrupted.