Animal Hats of the Rich and Famous

Hetty was VERY surprised at what happened next

Hetty was VERY surprised at what happened next. You don't fuck with Cthulhu

As we’ve mentioned before, you do not mess with an Acolyte of the Great Old Ones, and you do not throw shade on somebody else’s Animal Hat. Not if you want those mortifying Facebook photos to stay secret.

Julian Assange gets an updo!

Julian Assange gets an updo!

 

 

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It RISES!

Cthihuahualu rises! HE is coming!

Cthihuahualu rises! HE is coming!

Cthuahualu rises, ravening, from the black abyss whence he was confined untold ages ago. Slavering in his untameable, gibbering madness he will not be satisfied until he has utterly ravaged the Earth. The barren, scarred rock, sprouting lava pustules, swept by odourous winds of the star-spaces borne on the wings of the Hounds of Tindalos, will then be ready.

For Him to poop on.

The Truly Unspeakable

I know, I know, English profs are always whining that HP Lovecraft‘s use of “the Unspeakable” and “the Unnameable” is a literary cop-out, but that, my friends, is because they are English profs, with circumscribed, English prof-y lives and limited, English prof-y experiences. If they’d venture off-campus once in awhile (let alone down eldritch and unsuspected catacombs beneath the decayed megalopolis in which they scratch and scrape an oblivious, complascent living, never venturing to the secret, subterranean city) they might have their eyes uncomfortably opened; indeed, peeled, if not actually sucked out of their sockets by …

the Unspeakable.

We have, in deference to our readers of more delicate sensibilities, hidden this abomination over the jump. Before you click on, please stow all baggage in the overhead bins or underneath the seat in front of you, ensure that your seatbelt is securely fastened, and return all trays, maiden aunts, and reanimated corpses to the upright position.

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Octopus Video, I Love You!

REAL demons of Cthulhu would never hula-hoop in His Scaly Presence

REAL demons of Cthulhu would never hula-hoop in His Scaly Presence

It’s no surprise to any of our regular readers that we’re big fans of all things tentacly here on the ol’ raincoaster blog, whether they be octopoid, squidderiffic, or straight-out Cthulhoid. And why? we are constantly asked.

Because we like to be on the winning side.

The great Cthulhian Revolution has begun. He has risen. Here, direct from sunken R’lyeh in the non-Euclidian Triangle, comes startling footage of the uprising. Fighting back against the loathesome bipeds who have for too long terrorized the planet, a nameless rebel seizes first the communication channel and then the weaponry.

Iä! Iä! Cthulhu arises!

BOOBS! Breasts! Chest! And keywords!

Yes, I’ve done it before and I may do it again. I just decided the time was ripe (overripe, in fact) to post a picture of my boobs to my blog. So here they are. Yes, they’re real, and they’re spectacular!

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