I have heard the chimes at midnight*

[extemporanea]

Lo these many moons if not many summers ago, I once posted about the House of Clocks, which appears to be an exercise in randomly bizarre creation of the more entertaining and off-the-wall sort. I stumbled over it again the other day, and was rather horribly struck by the sudden applicability of one particular exhibit, namely The Necromoniclock.

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[stringgeek]

Is it also your room? That's where I'd be most concerned.

[extemporanea]

It's on the piano in the living room, within spitting distance of the kitchen. But my last soufflé didn't actually flop. Strange.

I do, however, have to cop to the murderous impulses.

[stringgeek]

The swath of destruction wherever it goes could be convenient, too. Was the clock pic on the web somewhere where it could be yoinked, or is its appearance on this website a sign of its innate nefariousness?