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.
Two more in the series of Why I Don’t Swim in the Ocean. I would, if I could convince a pair of divers to swim below me at all times. Watch these videos and you’ll see why.
The Octopus
and
The Mantis Shrimp, ancestor to all clowns. Have a good time trying to sleep tonight.
Enjoy your next swim!
h/t Griffin Boyce
Apparently the top sign of having mono is that you sleep fourteen hours a day and spend an additional four hours watching YouTube videos.
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
Valentine Doge
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!