The Horror! The Horror!

I cannot even hint what it was like, for it was a compound of all that is unclean, uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of decay, antiquity, and dissolution; the putrid, dripping eidolon of unwholesome revelation, the awful baring of that which the merciful earth should always hide. God knows it was not of this world – or no longer of this world – yet to my horror I saw in its eaten-away and bone-revealing outlines a leering, abhorrent travesty on the human shape; and in its mouldy, disintegrating apparel an unspeakable quality that chilled me even more.
HP Lovecraft, The Outsider

So, today I was shopping for a bathing suit and…

27 thoughts on “The Horror! The Horror!

  1. Oh, that quote is brilliant. You crack me up. (I’m also not terribly keen on shopping for bathing suits. I find it preferable to avoid beaches and swimming pools for as many years as possible.)

  2. “I wouldn’t mind beaches and pools, if it weren’t for the other people there.”

    So true. And so true of so many other places and things.

  3. Well, I figure I’ll stick it on under my pants when I go rollerblading and take a dip in the ocean. There’s a nice beach 7.5 miles from my house, which makes a nice loop. The question is, what to do with the skates while I’m in the water. I suppose I COULD just run there, but I don’t like running nearly as much as skating and besides, it requires a sports bra, which would look stupid with a bandeau bathing suit.

    You know, Sears has the most awesome sale. And they have inflatable pools that are four feet deep now…for less than fifty bucks. And I happen to have about $120 still on my Sears gift card. Hmmmm…

  4. See, I tolja we could summon Archie!

    Loricat, I intend to, but first I have to stay here and make boring old money. If you can find me a room to teach in that has nine computers and costs less than $200 a day, I could go up there and make money. Don’t you have CAPS computer rooms up there? And does ANYONE use them on a Saturday?

  5. Does my bum look big in this? Yup, ’cause you are no longer a teenager.

    Oh for the days of striped bathing suits and Chitty chitty bang bang bathing huts. But I’m English, very very white, and culturally allowed to look like a beached whale at any resort on the planet. I tan like a belicia beacon – I go red then white again. Calamine lotion punctuated my childhood as I blistered in occasional sunshine on a pebbled shoreline littered with oil deposits and dead seaweed. Ahh memories. When you’re stuck in Blighty on holiday no-one cares what you wear.

  6. I love being a guy. Hairy legs? Bermudas? No problem.

    And any of the wimps, XX or XY or undetermined, who feel too sensitive to endure people actually, y’know, looking at them should hop on down to the beach near der metroplatz, which is occasionally occupied by fat hairy Germans in Speedos.

    After that, everything becomes much prettier … well, everything else at any rate …

  7. Eew!!

    A dark haired beauty, much younger than me, gave my son a kiss yesterday and he pulled away and asked loudly ‘do you have a moustache?’ Bless.

  8. “I tend tae frighten people at th’beach; Y’see, being Scottish, ah’m nat’rully pale blue, and it takes me a fortnight tae get white.”
    –Billy Connoly

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