Given the climate, it is obvious in hindsight that He would have chosen Cascadia to begin His invasion of the land. We have all had to grow gills to adapt to this environment, so for Great Cthulhu, mightiest of the Great Old Ones, it would have been mere child’s play to pick a garage for rent off Craigslist, do the Paypal conversion of R’lyehian bhkatii to Yankee greenbacks and email six month’s rent in advance, then move in under cover of darkness.
hat tip to Judy for passing on the eyewitness account and photographic proof.
Okay, so the artist’s name for it is Termithulhu. I think that makes it sound like some sort of horrible, amphibious mutant carpenter ant or sumpin’, so I just up and changed it, cuz that’s how I roll, yo. Besides, for sneaky technical reasons I didn’t want to use the same title in case WordPress’s mighty Google Juice made this outrank his post on searches for his own art. Kinda sorta mortifying when that happens.
Well, this is a weird one. People always look at me funny when I talk about avant garde art in LA, but I tell ya, there are a lot of former art and fine art grads out there with soul killing nine-to-fivers, money to toss at their dreams, and memberships at Beyond Baroque. They’ve got to do something with their spare time.
Say hello to Barnes & Barnes. You get a sense of just how far out these guys really are when you realize that Dr Demento plays the straight man.
How are my darling little Spazchow heads? Fine? That’s swell! It’s 2007. Time is passing us by quickly. We’re getting older. One day we’ll all die and go to heaven. Or perhaps hell. You never can be too sure…Ya know, the internet is a wondrous thing. It makes me wanna say TOOMP!…
Man, is it ever a great time to be a B & B fan, or what?! And be nice to Billy Mumy, he’s really not a bad fellow. I mean it was touch and go there for awhile, but he got through it and now he’s just fine! Make sure to shout out a Down Hetta Hetta to him every once in awhile. Be sure to eat your vegetables and change your socks. Wash your hands after using the toilet and don’t leave the seat up. And fellows, when you drip, clean the rim, will ya?
Thanks and be sure to stay in touch and try to patronize Mr. Mumy and buy his music. He needs cash real bad.
Your extra special pal,
the ever reclusive Artie Barnes….
The ship went down in a storm on November 10, 1975. The ship had been in grave trouble, and in constant radio and visual contact with a fellow ship, for many hours when it vanished in a sudden squall. No trace of the ship has surfaced…until now.
Now, from exotic Conklin, Michigan comes news that bits of the wreckage have begun to wash up on the shores of Lake Superior. Well, 20 feet up from the water line, about as high as the waves were the night she went down. Unfortunately, the constituent parts of a Great Lakes shipping vessel are not exactly the glamorous New World equivalent of the gold of Spanish galleons.
Joe, an apple farmer from Conklin, Mich., was agate hunting with his family midway between Horse Shoe Harbor and High Rock Bay in Keweenaw County Friday when he discovered a life ring off to the side of a blown-down tree. The ring was found 100 feet from the waters edge, up a rocky slope, 20 feet higher than the lake level, three feet into the trees, Joe said. The ring was not visible until he went up the bank, he said. Thinking nothing of it, Joe rolled the ring down the hill to his daughters. Joe’s youngest daughter Elizabeth, 10, caught the ring in her hands and turned it over. What was printed on the ring, they had never imagined: Edmund Fitzgerald.
“It sent a chill down my spine,” Joe said. “It’s the last thing I thought it was.”
I hate it when BoingBoing is on something before I am. Once! Once in six months! Time for some affirmations.
My self-esteem is intact. I am worthy. I have the respect of the Cthulummunity and the admiration of my peers. Yes, I do.
And I’m not defensive, either.
Bloody hell. Here, several days late, is the brazilliant, step by step photodocumentation of the creation of the immortal Origami Cthulhu!
Sometimes I think the most merciful thing in the world is the inability of human fingers to call into being the greatest of the Great Old Ones. We live in an origami-versions-of-Elder-Gods-free world, and it is not meant that we should fold.
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