aka 45 Years Later
My friends send me the sweetest little notes. The packages they’re attached to, however…
Presenting the Mad Scientist Laughing Contest, from Helsinki, Finland, proud home to one of the highest rates of Seasonal Affective Disorder in the world. Here, we can see the tragic consequences.
From time to time we here at the ol’ raincoaster blog like to get out for a stroll around strange and eldritch parts (no dirty jokes, Metro!) and see what we can discover. We have just returned from such a journey, one that has left us strangely shaken, ill at ease, suspecting that behind the homely reality that we have come to know as “the world” lie unutterable gulfs of madness, spiralling into the great abyss for eons beyond time…
So we thought we’d show you this. Prepare yourselves, mortals!
“How odd it looks!” said Miss Kitty Fluffington. “Very non-Euclidian.”
“Yes,” said Brown Snuggly Bear, “but thank goodness it isn’t squamous.”
“Or gibbous,” said Mister Bright Eyes.
“It seems to be covering something,” said Miss Kitty Fluffington. “Let’s see!”
Events proceed predictably…
Yes, plush Cthulhu! The stars were right again and a band of innocent stuffed animals had released Him into the world by accident.
“Uh, oh,” said Baby Boy Fluffy Bunny.
Another soul-chilling tale of terror from the posthumous hand and cruelly unhinged mind of the master of horror.
I swear to god I tried to post this days ago; musta been one of those times the computer blew up. I dunno why it likes to do that; I generally don’t work with more than fifteen or so IE windows open at a time, well, plus MSN Messenger and maybe some music downloading. Fussy machine!
Anyway, here are is the Halloween greeting from the divine and horrible Cthulhu, the very essence of all that is repulsive and unutterable, who waits, dreaming, in his great house in R’lyeh. Prepare yourselves, mortals!
No, it’s totally, totally true and on scientific websites and everything, so suck it unbelievers! I bet you didn’t even clap for Tink!
Alert TORn!!!
It appears that elves may be descended from humans, which kinda throws a wrench into all my Tengmar-speaking friends’ philosophies (yes, I have friends who email only in the Elvish languages of Middle Earth, and further, will not email those who only email in the Elvish languages of the Undying Lands, and no, I am not kidding; where do you think I got this strong an opinion about fandom?). Still, I have candid shots of me frightening Viggo Mortensen, so they’ll cut me a fair bit of slack.
Dr. Charles’ science blog, which I am devastated to learn does not belong to a certain Dr. Charles Dexter Ward who, after all, graduated from his course of study prior to the founding of Yale, reports that preliminary findings indicate that the missing genetic link between elves and humans has been isolated.
It’s not as straightforward as some evidence would lead us to conclude.
Remember pixies, elves, and the wee folk of legend? They were generally small, musical characters with playful natures, given to singing and dancing. In the Scandinavian folklore, elves were so musically inspired that they could dance a man to death. Were these diminutive characters originally inspired by real humans who carried a genetic variation, namely a deletion of the elastin gene that produces humans of short stature, elfin features, and intense emotional responses to music?
NPR recently ran a story on Williams Syndrome. They profiled a young man who became an excellent drummer, but who struggled in many other developmental areas such as measured IQ, fine and gross motor skills, and attention. His mother noticed that he was unusually sensitive to music as an infant. For example, the child was moved to tears by a Brahms lullaby. He possessed many of the characteristic physical features of Williams Syndrome (WS) which usually include a small upturned nose, long philtrum (upper lip length), wide mouth, full lips, small chin, puffiness around the eyes, and a prominent “starburst” or white lacy pattern on the iris of the eyes.
*runs to mirror*
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