cthulhu fhtagn – Page 4

Nah, Instapundit, it’s Deep Ones.

[UPDATE]: Welcome, Instapundit readers. Disinformation, smishinformation. It’s all about the crass commercialism of the Amazon.com link.

“Aliens on the sea floor.” Pshaw, Glenn. Clearly the ‘oil slick’ is part and parcel of the ongoing civil war between the Innsmouthite traditionalist and the Strossian reformer factions of the Deep Ones, and we’re just trying to keep it hushed up, lest we see a resurgence of breakaway Antarctic Space Elder Race terrorism again. It was bad enough the last time that they were actively attempting to use our seaborne neighbors’ internal political conflicts to get their own back; the fallout (literally) from dealing with the Neu Schwabenland redoubt was bad enough, but Elder Race shenanigans breed South American fascists like a Innsmouthite breeds shoggoths – and that means that weak-minded artists will become prey for the Great Old Ones. The human race simply cannot handle another assault on its sanity like Evita.

It simply cannot.

Moe Lane

So, what age should I introduce them to the Mythos?

I do have a couple of kids’ books with which to start things nice and non-Euclidean:

Although those may have been more for me than for my kids. Both worth it, by the way.

My son, the CoC Investigator.

My wife had the oldest out to play in the snow, so she made him a snow Cthulhu*.

I’d have a picture of it, except that he promptly destroyed it and got back 1d3 SAN points**.

Moe Lane

*Yes, I am lucky beyond all reason and sense. Why do you bring it up?

**It’s a geek thing. But God help you, you probably understand.

Pocoyo and the Cthulhu Mythos.

Yes, I know: when you’re a hammer, everything looks like a nail. And when you’re me, everything looks squamous. But tell me that there isn’t something eldritch* going on there with this.

Tell me.

Moe Lane

*’Squamous’ passes the spell-check, but ‘eldritch’ doesn’t. Go figure.

A Public Service Announcement.

This got sent to me by a friend: apparently he felt that I’m the sort of person who would appreciate this kind of humor.

(pause)

Yeah, pretty much.

Pluto is a planet, dammit.

Not a ‘dwarf planet.’ It was a planet when I was born, it’s a planet now, and it’ll be a planet after I’m dead. I don’t care what the International Astronomical Union has to say about it.

And get off my lawn!

Moe Lane

PS: Sign the petition!\

PPS: No, the Yuggoth
thing has nothing to do with it. Really. Honest. Not a thing.

PPPS: Via Fark Geek.

Today is HP Lovecraft’s birthday.

He’d be 109 [as per comments below, he’d be 119, dammit: I keep thinking that the Nineties happened just last week] today if he was still alive – or brought back from the essential Saltes, of course – which is not a particularly significant number, aside from being a prime. Nonetheless: as reader giddysinger knows, I rarely pass up a chance to yell Cthulhu fhtagn! on this site.

So, here: have some cake.

I’d sing the song, but the Hounds of Tindalos have got nothing on Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. when it comes to going after people who trespass on their territory.

‘Culture shock.’ (with an egregious HP Lovecraft reference!)

That’s what the always-interesting Jen Rubin over at Commentary is calling the increasingly-hysterical (in a non-funny way) reaction of Congressional Democrats to their own constituents:

…citizens got the idea that they could come out—in droves—and give their representatives a piece of their mind. It is all quite a culture shock for the lawmakers, who seem blissfully unaware that somewhere in just about every crowd there is someone with a video camera or a cell phone recording how they respond to criticism. And so far, it’s not a pretty sight.

…and it kind of fits. If you divide the fear into three distinct types – gross-out (purely physical flight reaction to the grotesque), horror (extreme apprehension and concern about a situation), and terror (sudden awareness that one of your fundamental assumptions about the universe is dangerously false)* – then the Democrats are largely exhibiting terror. People simply do not complain like this in their nice, orderly universe. The Democrats’ actions do not have consequences. This cannot be.

Hence, the screaming of every slur that the Democrats can think of in response to a lot of people standing up in meeting halls and loudly proclaiming that they know the difference between rain and somebody urinating on their legs, thanks. It’s almost certainly pure reflex from the cosmic terror: the Democratic congressional leadership must feel like they’re suddenly in the political equivalent of the Cthulhu Mythos.

Moe Lane

PS: IA! IA! IA!

*More or less stolen from Stephen King. Then again, he is an expert in the subject.

Crossposted to RedState.

“Stand by Me.” (With blatant crass commercialism attached.)

Early night for me: I shall be watching a movie, and not musing darkly on the pitiful status of my Amazon.com referrals this month to date. It’s especially aggravating because Thomas Harlan is finally getting Land of the Dead out. It’s only been, what, five years since the last book in this series?

Stand by me, Ben E. King

Sorry about the video: it’s pretty cringeworthy.

Book of the Week: Where the Deep Ones Are.

Yes. Where the Deep Ones Are is precisely what you think that it is.

And this is why Ken Hite has a devoted following, and you should get him to write things for you.

Moe Lane

PS: Obviously, this replaces Juggler of Worlds.