Friday was my last day working in this dust hole. . . 
. . . with these awesome artifacts. Paper ephemera is great, but I will be perfectly happy if I never again have to handle and catalogue a rotting, terrifying World War I gas mask. Is it a deal, world? In the meantime, if anyone needs tiny numbers written on objects with India ink, look me up before I leave town.
The folks over at Blue Sunshine Film Centre have been putting together some incredible work and this is no exception. The Miskatonic Institute of Horror Studies is an education and mentorship program designed to encourage a new generation of horror fans and creators through workshops and classes. If I was lucky enough to have this kind of program at my disposal when I was in film school I would have jumped at it faster than you can say, "Shub-Niggurath." Montrealers, do yourselves a favour and start paying attention to the Blue Sunshine screening schedule if you aren't already.
A little government sponsored cheesecake for the war effort. Culled from the same Office of War Information series that I posted about last month.
