I swear to god I tried to post this days ago; musta been one of those times the computer blew up. I dunno why it likes to do that; I generally don’t work with more than fifteen or so IE windows open at a time, well, plus MSN Messenger and maybe some music downloading. Fussy machine!
Anyway, here are is the Halloween greeting from the divine and horrible Cthulhu, the very essence of all that is repulsive and unutterable, who waits, dreaming, in his great house in R’lyeh. Prepare yourselves, mortals!
raincoaster 
I feel unprotected now that I live so far from the ocean. Do you think Cthulhu might have emissaries, say, at the bottom of the Elk River in Alabama?
Okay, don’t answer that . . . I must believe.
Yes, of course he does. You just have to read some of the more obscure tales, but he’s big on rivers and ponds. Anywhere a tadpole can live, really. Try to stay at inns called The Olde Mill if you can.
And read books called “The Nercromicon” in the Name of Great and Mighty YOG-SOTHOTH
No, no, we only tell Tories and Republicans to read that book.
You don’t suggest it to mad arabs?
All the mad Arabs I know have already read it, which is why they’re so mad. One guy told me “Ha! READ it? I could have written it!” and then he chuckled inhumanly and vanished in in a sudden dust devil, reeking of the spices of the grave.