It has been a fair long while since we had anything of tentaculation about these parts (not those parts, get your mind out of the gutter) so here, for your delectation and enjoyment, is a North American animated movie about the Cthulhu mythos, tentacly monsters, and a forbidden lesbian love affair.
Sorry, folks, that’s as big as I can make it. I know, I know, you want a high-res version to print out to use as wallpaper; believe me, so do I. The Pangaea projections are nice, but it’d be awesome to see them carried on to the future, where many of HPL’s tales are set.
Found on Robson Street. That’s either a Cthulhu whose wings have been plucked (Nodens, that fucker, without a doubt) or a portrait in site-appropriate rainforest marble of some random douchebro on Granville street at about 3am, puking his virgin guts out.
Longtime readers know how much I adore this, the Hallmarkiest Holiday. Over the years, I’ve commemorated it with bouquets of dead flowers, Partridge Family anthems, and a lot of old-skool punk macros. Today, I have a roundup of the valentines which I received (TWO! Infinitely better than last year! Literally! Look how excited I am!) and those which I merely saw and wish to share.
And from longtime blogging pal Disembedded, a street art heart.
Joe NYC Valentine
And now, from around the internet:
Happy V Day from JA
Valentine’s Day at Batman’s
My new imaginary sweetie Vin Diesel being adorbs.
A morbidly romantic safety reminder from Australia’s Dumb Ways to Die juggernaut.
And lastly but far from leastly, comes a Cthulhu Kissing Booth. Yes. An ACTUAL. CTHULHU. KISSING. BOOTH. But don’t get fresh and ask him who will be eaten first; not unless you’ve at least bought him dinner and flowers.
Cthulhu Kissing Booth: Pucker up and hang on to your sanity…if you CAN
If that doesn’t get me on Reddit, fuck the aspie lot of ’em!