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Half of the humor in this…

…is because it’s funny:

…the other half is because I first saw it on NRO’s The Corner.

Moe Lane

PS: See also this:

This is not the Greatest Thing EVAR.

But it can hang out with the Greatest Thing EVAR.

It is a good day when National Review makes a Mythos reference.

Via AoSHQ Headlines.

del Toro to do At the Mountains of Madness.

(Via Nodwick) And it will not be a light romantic comedy set in modern Nebraska. Do you think that I jest? Go look at what they did to Exit To Eden if you want to see what Hollywood can do to a book. Not going to be a problem here:

The main issues that financiers have had is that del Toro needed his movie to be a period film, and he needed it to be R-rated. Movies like that are really hard to market, and so studios, such as Universal in this case, haven’t wanted to pay for it.

[snip]

So why would Universal decide that they were finally ready to take the risk? One name: James Cameron. According to the reports, the Avatar director has decided to back del Toro’s vision and come on as a producer. Not only that, but the movie will be in 3D, and there’s no one else on the planet right now that you want in your corner when it comes to 3D more than James Cameron. They even plan to start pre-production immediately with hopes of filming some time next summer.

Cameron’s a bit of a… wonderful person who is going to help put one of Lovecraft’s most epic vistas on the screen… but he knows how to do big, and big is what you need when you’re doing a horror/adventure story about a lost, pre-human Antarctic city. There’s been a real dearth of big-screen Mythos movies that have been mainstream successes – I count three, in fact, and none of them are officially Lovecraft films* – so I’m kind of hoping that this one takes off.

Moe Lane Continue reading del Toro to do At the Mountains of Madness.

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

New “The Whisperer in Darkness” Trailer.

I would like to note for the record that I am so stoked for this:

“This” being the movie adaptation of HP Lovecraft’s The Whisperer In Darkness. The same people who did The Call of Cthulhu a couple of years ago; you may remember that I watched and enjoyed that one a good deal. I expect that I will enjoy this one possibly a bit more, if only because I prefer talkies to silent pictures.

Tycho is certainly exaggerating.

There would be, in fact, a market for a Cthulhu-themed animated program. I think that it was Gahan Wilson that suggested “Cthulhu Kiddies?”

…What? You’ve seen some of my Books of the Week, haven’t you?

I find this disturbing, but I am unsure why.

Via Boing Boing.

I can’t quite get my eyes to register what’s happening. Very odd.

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.

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.’

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.