Guardian of the Ackermansion

We all have the capacity to fetishize, to endow with magic some object that captures our interest. Some keep close some trinket and believe it a good luck charm, and others collect things that fascinate-- coins, rocks, old toys, ex-wives-- whatever.

For me, it's Frankenstein stuff. So I was delighted to get a vintage photo from author/filmmaker Don Glut of a silver Monster mask that watched over the bookshelves of monster movie uber-fan Forrest Ackerman.

Doesn't Frankie appear to peer around the corner? He looks like me when the wife puts me on the shelf for some infraction. Like getting underfoot ("Have a nice trip?"), eating both halves of the pan of brownies left to cool, just existing when she's in a bad mood-- things like that.