“Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.”
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Daily Archives: March 18, 2007
St. Patrick’s Day orgies of the Elder Gods
Well, now we know how the Elder Gods celebrate their nameless rites on the eldritch and unspeakable occasion of St. Patrick’s Day. Do you suppose when he drove the snakes out of Ireland that he drove the Tentacled One out as well? And are those Captain Marsh’s Olde Newe Englande Rumme bottles I see around His Eldritch and Obscene Noxiousness?
Also, check out the noodly appendage below; not bad for someone who’s been dead for millions of years. Oh, my bad: I guess showing a Great Old One’s Not Too Scruffy Old One should get this the NSFW tag.
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reason #3 that U2 is the greatest band in the world
All I want is more songs like this one, my favorite:
All I want is you, live at Slane Castle. Lyrics over the jump.
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quiz: how Irish are you?
You’re 70% Irish |
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Indeed, and if I hadn’t gone out and gotten my St. Patrick’s Day hangover yesterday, I’d be out right now being Irish. I bet I could sneak into the Heather even now…if it weren’t raining. Oh hey, Vancouver’s very Irish in that way, come to think of it. It’s always bloody raining.
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quote o’ the day: Oscar Wilde, on Canada
“So this is Winnipeg.
I can tell it’s not Paris.”
Oscar Wilde, on his North American tour.
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raincoaster 