The Annoying World of H.P. Lovecraft

So I bought me an H.P. Lovecraft book (The Doom That Came to Sarnath and Other Stories), and in short, what a pain in the ass.  Maybe I'm in the wrong mood for it.  Hard to tell.  It's good writing, as far as that goes.  Kinda like reading "critical theory" stuff, just change around a few impenetrable adjectives and have it end on a down note.  Come to think of it, just change around a few impenetrable adjective and you're there.
I shall perservere.  It's not like it was assigned reading (I hate to say it, but this is the lowest praise available for voluntary reading).  I should look for more Cthulu-based stuff.  You know, stuff that mentions the mad Arab that was eaten alive in broad daylight by an invisible demon.  If only it were that easy, huh?  Anyhow, when that's done, I've still got a big Edgar Allen Poe collection and the Iliad and the Oddysey.  So that'll be just grand.  Should keep me busy until October.  After I slog through Sarnath.
And people, if you're not watching The Joe Schmo Show 2, you're wrong.