Happy Birthday, H.P. Lovecraft!
Posted by John Brownlee
Thanks to Melissa W. for reminding us that H.P. Lovecraft was born 117 years ago today, a mousy looking man in a worn black suit spewed forth, fully-formed, from Lord Cthulhu’s loins in a mucousy, embryonic brine of ichor and disease. Where would Ectomo be without you, H.P.?
This, by the way, would be an excellent opportunity to bake yourself a Cthulhu Birthday Cake and eat a piece tonight in Mr. Lovecraft’s honor.
Categories: Cthulhu, Lovecraft
Posted at 10:57 am on August 20, 2007
4 Comments -
We few survivors in Laurel Caverns want to wish Grandpa Theobald a happy 117th, as we know he did not die but, upon the close of his life, had his brain removed by the Yuggothians and installed in a transport casque…where, presumably, it resides to this day, communing with the Crawling Chaos and other forces of the Outer Dark from the Fungi’s Network Operations Center on Yuggoth (Pluto).
Incidentally, apparently someone from Yuggoth has added my damn story to their transplanetary RSS feed! Damn, talk about friends from afar….
Comment by Derek C. F. Pegritz — August 20, 2007 @ 2:39 pm
After reading Pickman’s Model I shit myself. Happy birthday H.P. Lovecraft.
Comment by Chimp C — August 20, 2007 @ 3:10 pm
It is my birthday as well. :#
I am proud.
Comment by Singe — August 20, 2007 @ 5:59 pm
Yes, let us all wish a happy birthday to the misogynistic racist that brought us Cthulhu Cthursday. I hope he can see me laughing and peeing on his legacy.
Comment by Sean Grimm — August 21, 2007 @ 1:16 am