11 thoughts on “everything I need to know I learned from Cthulhu”

1. I wish my junior high and high school counselors had this poster instead of those goddamn posters of cats mewling ‘Baby Hang On’ or those posters with the lyrics to “C’mon People Now, Let’s Get Together”

2. You need to check out Despair.com.

   “Bitterness: never be afraid to share your dreams with the world, because there’s nothing the world loves as much as the taste of really sweet dreams” accompanied by a picture of a sandcastle being eaten by the waves.

3. I believe the children are our future.
   Serve them rare with last year’s cabernet.
   Show me all the goodies they possess inside…

4. The guy who occupies the desk opposite mine has the “Teamwork: Share victory, share defeat” poster.

   The accompanying picture is five rats all caught in the same trap.

   Also fond of this one: http://dorm.tunkeymicket.com/images/murphy.law.teamwork.jpg

5. Very motivating.

   Curtis, I have Vincent Price’s cooking lesson, “How to Prepare a Small Boy” but I cannot get it to post as it is the wrong speed and sounds like a chipmunk. That greatly lessens the malevolence factor, alas.

6. At least there are no reports of a desert squid. Unlike the nearly confirmed rumours of the Snow Squid!

7. Ah, you have not heard of the Sand Dwellers, and that which they serve! Excellent…

8. The Sand Dwellers–don’t they serve the Dork Lord Lucas?

   They are indeed very squidlike, and no-one knows how many tentacles they have.

9. Negitory: Lucas stole them from Lovecraft. I’d get the actual short story, but I’m too lazy. It was the one with the dead relative and the penniless academic moves into the palatial yet isolated house in New England and strange things happen. You know, that one.

10. I thought that was Stephen King?

11. Gee, another coincidence…it’s eerie, I’m telling you, as if they are compelled by a force from beyond the grave…

    Actually, one of the things I’m working on is a Lovecraftian short story set in Vancouver. Could be amusing. Could be dire.

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