or pixels, as the case may be. Thanks to Mistress Cowfish for the heartbreakingly lovely image (oops, need to get my arms waxed):
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Category Archives: Science Fiction
mighty moshin’ emo rangers
What can I say, I have a weakness for a guy with the shag haircut and bathetic Romanticism.
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the Call of Tutu
Oh noes, does this mean I’m a catblogger?
His acolytes are everywhere… and they all have Olde Newe Englande accents. A great original short film about The Call of Tutu. Don’t open that door, old man!
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Sunday sermon at the Esoteric Order of Dagon
I’m assuming you know the original source of which this is an obscene and unspeakable (and Constitutionally-protected) mockery, right? He’s getting quite litigious these days, so I’m not going to link to him, nor to the source from whence I obtained this accursed and unmentionable document. Click to view full-size and read, gasping, while the blood freezes in your veins and the very stars stand still to watch in awe-struck horror.
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St. Patrick’s Day orgies of the Elder Gods
Well, now we know how the Elder Gods celebrate their nameless rites on the eldritch and unspeakable occasion of St. Patrick’s Day. Do you suppose when he drove the snakes out of Ireland that he drove the Tentacled One out as well? And are those Captain Marsh’s Olde Newe Englande Rumme bottles I see around His Eldritch and Obscene Noxiousness?
Also, check out the noodly appendage below; not bad for someone who’s been dead for millions of years. Oh, my bad: I guess showing a Great Old One’s Not Too Scruffy Old One should get this the NSFW tag.
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