The cryptic writings of old dead philosophers. The equally cryptic writings of old living computer scientists. Films made by people that don't speak english. The exciting history of people poking each other with sharp things. The fine art of, likewise, poking people with sharp things.
If I may suggest a couple of gospels I have always found particularly enlightening... perhaps the Music of Erich Zann, or the Silver Key?
Oh, and has anyone ever figured out what the Great Old Ones have against vowels?
Celebrities can't be ugly, it violates the definition. If he weren't a celebrity, however, Steve Buschemi could make a decent living in a fun house.
Where have all the cowboys gone?
It's getting to where you can't swing a dead cat in Detroit without hitting a mad cultist. You crazy kids and your rock and roll music and your non-Euclidean geometry.
It will all end in tears.