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So, I’m complaining to my wife about engineers…

…because they have this annoying habit of making stuff that works; unlike, say, English majors who can never quite turn the ingenious ideas in our their heads into some sort of objective reality (I’m saying this to her as I’m pulling our firstborn around on the sled that my wife improvised out of an Amazon.com shipping box and some ribbon*).

So she looks at me and says “Three words.  Tacoma. Narrows. Bridge.”

I wittily go “Huh?”

She says “Get thee hence to Google.”

Concrete shouldn’t do that.

Moe Lane

*As you probably have gathered, my wife is an engineer.

Four words of pure, utter terror.

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Bud Light… Honey Wheat.

It’s real.  I’ve seen it.  I’ve tasted it.  Thankfully, my taste buds shut down in self defense after the first sip.  Even the guy giving away samples didn’t try to push it too hard.

OTOH, the Michelob Winter’s Bourbon Cask Ale was… not bad.  Enough so that I picked up a six-pack, in spite of the name.

A Picnic in Arkham: Mythos perfumes.

As my wife emailed me to note, they’re perfect compliments to Tiberius cologne: perfumes inspired by the Cthulhu Mythos.

SHOGGOTH
It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train – a shapeless congerie of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.

An amorphous, radiant, incandescent scent. Ever changing, protoplasmic and primordial: white amber, green coconut meat, iris, palmarosa, Chinese peony, lime, water lily, snowdrop, muguet, lemongrass, osmanthus, wisteria, glassy musk, and hinoki.

Provided that ‘perfect’ includes ‘geeky.’

Hey, guess who Obama’s as popular/unpopular as?

Yup. Her.

Glenn Reynolds can’t for the life of him figure out why this hasn’t been seized on by the media: personally, I think that it’s because they can’t handle the sanity-erasing implications of it all. No, really, the entire point of cosmic terror is in the sudden awareness of – and inability to handle – something that should not be…

Needing to choose one of two indy Cthulhu films.

So, I have a Lovecraftian quandary.

There’s a little extra cash available right now – enough to pick up a movie. So I went looking for that Tori Spelling Cthulhu that I’ve been thinking of picking up… and found this: The Call of Cthulhu: The Celebrated Story by H.P. Lovecraft

It’s a tough call. I do actually like stupid, which is a draw for the former; but the latter has better reviews, even though it’s apparently a silent film. Does anyone who has seen either or both have an opinion?
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