Carol of the Old Ones
lyrics over the jump
It’s that time of year again; the time when families gather together (no, not the reading of the will!) and share what it means to celebrate Cthristmas.
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fishmen
lyrics over the jump
We at the ol’ raincoaster blog have taken to this like Deep Ones to the ocean depths, decorating not one but four different Cthristmas trees. Which one do you like best?
The Azathoth tree
The Chihuly tree
The Squid tree
and the latest entry:
the Octophrost tree
Octophrost, in case you landlubbing types didn’t know, is the Santa of the Sea. Closely related to the Cascadian Tree Octopus, Octophrost brings all the good small fry of the ocean their presents, which he carries in a large ink sac.
Octophrost is made of snow and ice … instead of shooting out ink clouds to hide he shoots out a mini blizzard of snow, that he makes all the toys himself because he’s got eight arms, and other stuff like that.
Naturally. If Santa himself had eight arms, he’d get all that present-delivering crap over with in ten minutes, and the squalling little brats at the mall wouldn’t have a chance when they made a break for it.
Now let’s all sing some Cthristmas Carols!
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Blue Solstice
lyrics, also, over the jump
Next year what will it be? Return of Under the Planet of Invasion of the Jellyfish?
As our more protoplasmic readers will be aware, we at the ol’ raincoaster blog have long been fascinated by all things gigantic, digusting, potentially fatal, and aquatic. So we were on the Japanese Invasion of the Giant Jellyfish like deep fried on calamari.
As the swallows return to Capistrano once per year, so too the Giant Nomura Jellyfish return to the teeming waters of the Sea of Japan each Autumn, welcomed by divers and attacked by fishing companies, much as the gentle harbour seal is persecuted from one end of the sea to the other. How petty! What are a few nets, a few spoiled, poisoned, and slimed catches, when compared to the awe-inspiring sight of these throbbing, pulsing masses of brainless protoplasm, lurching quietly through the ocean depths? As the great George Bernard Shaw said, great beauty justifies any sacrifice, and a true artist would slay his own grandmother to create it; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any number of old ladies.
Manabu Nakamata, a 38-year-old diver from Nagoya and an admirer of the monster jellyfish, says, “They are surprisingly hard to the touch. They are big, and extremely impressive.” Big indeed — Echizen kurage can grow up to 2 meters (6 ft. 7 in.) in diameter and weigh up to 200 kilograms (440 lb.) each.
But what’s a Japanese giant misunderstood monster story without some doomed-to-fail, high-tech weaponry, the use of which teaches valuable, and humbling, lessons about science’s essential futility? Eh? I ask you that!
In the latest move in the war on jellyfish, Fukui prefecture is developing new and efficient weapons designed to pulverize those that threaten their shores.
Oh, this should end well.
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There’s something inexpressibly eerie about these 60- some-odd photographs of WWII-era planes and ships lying in their watery graves. Truly, the ocean depths are as close as we can get to an extraplanetary experience; this is not our world. We are slow, clumsy intruders blundering our bubbly way from one unspeakably ghostly site to the next, the silent life which teems all around us more alien than any of which fiction has conceived. We do indeed live on a placid isle of ignorance, and it is not meant that we should voyage far.
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– his diet consists mostly of squirrels, chunky bars, and the souls of the damned
From Kadath in the Cold Waste (via Ecto) comes Sockthulhu! Loathesomely tattooed over his squamous hide with the polychromatic, crawling patterns of Nordic knitwear, Sockthulhu is invulnerable to the brutal winter conditions, utterly unafraid of Ithaqua the Windwalker, and completely machine-washable!
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