When I was young, way before I accepted my true calling as a Hermit, I used to watch a big glass and wooden box called a "tele-visualiser" or something like that! It was a wondrous and magical box with pictures that acted out scenes from real life and imaginary things, pictures that danced and sang and pictures that were just and beautiful or twisted and evil.
I loved that wooden and glass box thing and would watch it until the screen turned black with a little white dot and a piercing whistle noise.
It was on this box that I first saw the grinning gargoyle features of a maniacal Dwight Frye, who was pretending to be someone called "Renfield". I always thought that he would be a good friend to me and now I have him... in the shape of a piece of granite, of course!