Lovecraftian Deep Thoughts

Some selections from Lovecraftian Deep Thoughts and More Lovecraftian Deep Thoughts:

I always thought that after the Old Ones got the Earth cleared off, it will leave a lot more parking space for owners of big cars.

Whenever I read the word “eldritch” I get hungry because it reminds me of “sandwich.”

If Miskatonic Library had been guarded by cats, Wilbur Whateley might still be with us today.

I think the Deep Ones should change their name to the Deep Many, because, for heaven’s sake, there’s more than just one of them.

I think that Cthulhu can beat up Godzilla because Godzilla is a lizard and Cthulhu is an octidragopulp and a pursuing jelly.

I always thought that an angry mob of Vermont farmers should have attacked the winged crabs and sold their meat as seafood.

What’s so great about the Great Old Ones, anyway? They’re all locked away under the sea or in outer space or in other dimensions. Sometimes I want to stick my tongue out at them and yell, “Nyah, nyah, nyah, look at the high and mighty Great Old Ones.”

Although it is true that I just sent six bullets into the head of my best friend, I hope by this statement to show that I am not his murderer. No, just kidding.

Gene Autrey and Roy Rogers met H. P. Lovecraft in heaven, and quite frankly, he spooked them.

I always thought it must be very boring to be a Great Old One. I mean, Yog-Sothoth is conterminous with time and space, but what does he DO?

I once sent Azathoth an invitation to play chess. But then I remembered that he is the blind idiot god. So then I sent him a picture of himself upon which I drew a silly mustache and clown nose. But then I remembered again that he is the blind idiot god and wouldn’t “get” the joke. So then I bribed his amorphous flute players to play a month’s worth of Zamphir just to see what effect it would have. I haven’t noticed anything yet, have you?

This morning I was awoken by the thin, piping sound, “Tekelili! Tekelili!’ But I wasn’t scared because I knew it was just my nose whistling.

Wouldn’t it be awful if the Great Old Ones cleared off the Earth, and then decided that they had made a terrible mistake.

If you went into the Miskatonic Library, and stole the NECRONOMICON, and were later caught, would they fine you or would they just be happy the thing was gone and ignore the whole thing?

What were the Great Old Ones called when they were young anyway?

I think it would really nice to have an audio-book version of the NECRONOMICON on tape. But then, I suppose it would use up an awful lot of narrators just making it.

Do you think Nyarlathotep, he of a thousand forms, might actually be schizophrenic?

If Cthulhu calls, should we answer or should we just let the answering machine pick it up?

They say that Hastur is called “He Who Cannot Be Named,” but when I visited him last week he told me to just call him “Sam.”

If I could be a character in a Lovecraft story, I think I would want to be one of the monsters. Then I could really scare people at Halloween — plus, I wouldn’t get eaten.

This is the city…

longbeach200302inIt’s raining steadily in Los Angeles. We celebrate the coming of rain here by driving extra-dangerously while racing home to see how fast the local television news update their “Stormwatch!” graphics.

Last weekend was pretty nice. I took some photos out the window then but only just now found the PCMCIA adapter for the Cammedia card. So, while it doesn’t quite look like this right this minute, this is how it’s supposed to look.

A picture of my desk:

And looking out the window. Santa Catalina Island in the background.

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Nixon press secretary Ron Ziegler dies

The San Diego Union Tribune has the full obituary. No real reason here to blog it, except that Nicholas Corwin and I have traditionally noted the passing of each Watergate figure. I suppose it’s our generation’s version of the JFK assassination or something.

Fun trivia fact: In addition to being part of the infamous USC mafia, Ziegler was also a tour guide on the Jungle Cruise at Disneyland.

Thomas Kinkade – Painter Of Bankruptcy

Fresh from his attempts at building Stepford Villages, cult/shlock artist Thomas Kinkade (the “Painter of Light”(tm)) is working of that other Great American Pastime: fraud. The LA Times reports. (reg. required, use laexaminer/laexaminer).

DiGiovanni is the owner of a string of Kinkade galleries in the Minneapolis area that are in Chapter 11 bankruptcy proceedings. The former defense company executive, who says he was led to believe he could match his $225,000 salary by becoming a Kinkade dealer, is facing the loss of his life savings.

The story he tells of his venture with the Painter of Light is mirrored by legal complaints coming in from many other corners of the nation that Kinkade and Media Arts have systematically defrauded their dealers, sucked them financially dry and reduced many to ruin.

My gut reaction is to call for a full-on Nelson-sized “HA HA!” here, but perhaps not if folks are losing their money. Nah… “HA HA!”

[via Scrubbles]

Why did the prog rock chicken cross the road?

As applied to different prog rock bands

Some choice selections…

Heldon chicken – started crossing the road in an electrifyingly anarchistic manner then exploded in a fireball half-way across.

Genesis chicken (with Peter) – danced across, then spread its wings and ascended slowly into the sky. Then the sun came out and all the peoples of the world rejoiced. The new Jerusalem was at hand. Utopia found.

Genesis chicken (after Peter) – kept promising it would cross tonight, tonight, tonight… but it never did. And will it ever? Inquiring minds want to know.

Hawkwind chicken – Made it almost all the way across when it was abducted by evil sadistic cryogenically recycled alien acolates from Zorkon Beta 5QX7 who were collecting Earth specimens for interplanetary scientific research.

Soft Machine chicken – This totally hip chicken was wearing totally rad rectangular spectacles that were so dark and cool looking, it couldn’t see where it was going. It managed to eventually improvise its way across the road.

Legendary Pink Dots chicken – not knowing what a road was, this chicken crossed a gulfstream instead. Remember, relativity over objectivity equals art.

Van Der Graaf Generator chicken – flapped haphazardly into the middle of the road, then rolled onto its back, kicking its legs in the air clucking incessantly.

Peter Hammill chicken – Did the same as the Van Der Graaf chicken, but it also pecked at the pavement violently until its beak was chipped and bloody, then stared painfully into the sun yelling verses from The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.

Yes chicken – Steadfastedly refused to cross the road. Period.

Rick Wakeman chicken – Thumbed its beak at the Yes chicken and waltzed across the road while eating some KFC and chain smoking unfilter Camels.

Patrick Moraz chicken – tripped and fell down half-way across because some idiot left a half-eaten bucket of KFC lying in the middle of the road.

ELP chicken – shot like a cannon across the road, accompanied by swirling fog, atmospheric explosions and fireworks. Tickets to see this highly hyped event were $34.95 and/or £53.

King Crimson chicken – Started to cross the road, but when it got to the center decided that the whole idea of chickens crossing roads was stupidly conceited and overdone. But after sitting on the shoulder watching all the other chickens crossing merrily, it decided it really did want to cross after all.

Pink Floyd chicken – This half-machine, half-animal chicken,instead of crossing the road, would flag down cars and peck the drivers to death.

Amon Duul chicken – Crossed the road by running through a drainage culvert, marveling at the way its movements echoed through the galvanized steel. Went into the Black Forest to experience nature on LSD.

Amon Duul II chicken – Crossed the road like the Amon Duul chicken, but it was suffering from delusions of grandeur, thinking it was a secret agent on a mission to find out where in the world Carmen Sandiego is.

Mike Oldfield chicken – shyly crossed the road when it was sure no one was looking. Incidently, it made the road it crossed. Also, it manufactured the asphalt used to make the road, as well as chip the rock used in the production of the asphalt, as well as invent the use of pavement for roadways to begin with.

Can chicken – BECAUSE IT CAN! End of story.

Goth psy-op campaign backfires

The Daily Record reports

ART gallery bosses tried to scare off gangs of Goths with classical music.

But it backfired on them as the youngsters – fans of shock-rockers such as Marilyn Manson and Slipknot – discovered an unexpected taste for Vivaldi.

Even more of them turned up at their meeting place outside Glasgow’s Gallery of Modern Art as the classical tunes blasted from its windows.

Didn’t they realize that Bach is goth requisite #2 after a Sisters Of Mercy record?