Having had two very dull weeks off work, I've now got a big stack of internet ordered books - I didn't feel like doing much except aimless browsing. So I've started with a collection of Ligotti shorts. He is supposedly the new underground HPL and whilst, in the stories I've read so far, there's no sense of any mythos, there's certainly more than was dreamt of in your philosophy. Slightly less interestingly, it always seems to be out to get you. Or at least that's the case in the three I've read so far. The writing is very similar to HPLs with little sense of excitement and overwordiness but it is much more readable than the big D.
I see Ramsey Campbell's creation Ygonlac, the enormous wodge of fat with no head and mouths on his hands, best seen in Blair Reynold's cover of Courting Madness, as being some embodiment of Derleth.
But even so, Ligotti hasn't really got me yet. I've also got a couple of Japanese mythos volumes which I'm hoping will deliver more.
I also got Paula a silent mouse (from Thanko.jp) so that one can click on the laptop in the sitting room without clicking and disturbing anyone who happens to be watching Eastenders. It's a very strange thing to use because the click is what tells you that you've done something so it's hard to get a sense of having done anything. Even when it's apparent on the screen.
Finally, in pursuit of the mi-go, I read HPL's poem the Fungi of Yoggoth, " Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue - Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm." He must have read the poem too.