This year is the 75th anniversary of the death of the cult horror/science-fiction writer H.P. Lovecraft. During his lifetime he was relatively unknown and in non-geeky circles, still is. Yet his fiction and the ideas it has spawned are not. His works tap into some of the deepest of human emotions and so has endured long after his mortal remains have turned to dust. To me, Lovecraft is kind of the Frank Zappa for the horror worlds, not as widely known as many of those he has influenced; Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore, Clive Barker, Mike Mignola, John Carpenter, Guillermo Del Toro and H.R. Giger to name a few. Ironically, nor is his name as well known as his creations; the slumbering octopoid god Cthulhu or the contemporary zombie hungry for human flesh and straining at dead sinew to get at us.