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August 19, 2007

The Dream-Quest of Pooh Corner
Posted by Teresa at 09:55 PM * 119 comments

Brought to you by ajay, comment #546, Open thread 89. Ajay began by quoting Julie L., comment #531:

“Oh, bother,” said Pooh, as the unclean emanations of the Old Ones manifested as squamous and rugose tentacles that were of no earthly color.
#546 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 10, 2007, 05:24 AM:

from “The Dream-Quest of Pooh Corner”…

I am forced into speech because Rabbit and other Organdized People have refused to follow my advice without knowing why. I am a Bear of Very Little Brain, and so it is altogether against my will that I tell my reasons for opposing this contemplated Expotition to the East Pole - with its vast Woozle hunt and its wholesale boring and excavation of Heffalump Traps. And I am the more reluctant because my warning may be in vain…

…”It’s All Right,” said Eeyore, looking into the dark waters again. “This Sort of Thing was Bound to Happen. Just a question of the Stars being Right, I suppose.”

“I mean,” he continued, as the surface of the water was torn asunder and a mass of hideous, churning flesh rose into view, “what else was I supposed to Expect?”

“There’s Rabbit,” he said, as the blasphemous mouth of the being from the depths opened in a scream. “He’s Energetic, Rabbit is, but he will Meddle in the Forbidden Arts. And then there’s Owl. Owl is very intelligent, but I’m afraid that in some of the older and more unsettling texts in his house he may have seen things that have driven him into shrill unreasoning madness. And then there’s Tigger. No earthly creature could possibly Bounce quite so much as Tigger.”

After that, we were all eaten by Great Old Ones.

For source materials and fellow-travelers, see also Tales of the Plush Cthulhu, Mary Dell’s latest joyful artifices, a Hokusai you can’t open in the office, and a great deal of further strangeness in that line.


From the stygian deeps of the comment thread (#27, actually), ajay replies,

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
That’s not dead which can eternal lie,
And in aeons strange even Death may die —
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.
Have a look. The Pooh/LOTR/Lovecraft nexus is getting a workout (“Pooh escapes from the Downfall of Numenor in Christopher Robin’s umbrella, renamed The Brain of Pooh, bearing with him Piglet and a seedling of the Eldest of Trees…”), and the bleeding remains of Rob Holdstock, Robert Frost, and Dr. Seuss have been found, torn as if by the talons of some great beast.
Comments on The Dream-Quest of Pooh Corner:
#1 ::: Magenta Griffith ::: (view all by) ::: August 19, 2007, 11:30 PM:

Must Wash Brain. This is just *wrong*

I loved Pooh as a child. Hated the Disney version, which seemed to have nothing to do with the Sheperd illos.

#2 ::: Xopher ::: (view all by) ::: August 19, 2007, 11:50 PM:

And Piglet had, all unknowing, inherited the very house of the accurséd Trespassers William, whose very name must not be spoken; indeed it had been partly obliterated from the sign that bore it, to prevent some innocent from reading it aloud and going mad.

#3 ::: Mike Hoye ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 12:01 AM:

I'm sure you've seen it before, but I'd be remiss not to mention The Great Old Pumpkin in any discussion involving the cartoon characters of my childhood and the associated eldritch horrors.

#4 ::: Paula Helm Murray ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 12:05 AM:

I'm going to go Wash My Brain now. Owwww.

#5 ::: CosmicDog ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 12:41 AM:

This seems to be a logical extension of Christopher Robin's schizophrenia and bi-polar disorder coupled with his emergence into his teenage years.

#6 ::: ethan ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 12:54 AM:

It seems appropriate that you should post this on the day I finally got to see Jan Svankmajer's Alice. Creeeee-py.

#7 ::: Linkmeister ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 01:17 AM:

Who knew what lay within the 100-Acre Wood?

#8 ::: Lois Fundis ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 01:45 AM:

Personally, I blame the "Organdized People" such as Rabbit. Too much organdy can drive people -- much less rabbits -- into shrill unholy madness.

And yes, for some reason I'm thinking of Robert DeNiro here.

#9 ::: Lois Fundis ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 02:24 AM:

This note is to say
that I snarked about organdy
before I saw the thread on wedding dresses.

It was so juicy
a comment before that,
but now it seems sad.

#10 ::: David Goldfarb ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 02:47 AM:

Mike Hoye@3: I had never seen that! And just days after purchasing a new volume of The Complete Peanuts, too. Thanks.

#11 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 05:16 AM:

#2: quite. I think it's definitely time for us to ask "exactly what was William trespassing on?"

Incidentally, the whole subject of the concealment of True Names in "Pooh" is one that would reward further examination. Note that neither Piglet, nor Pooh, nor Owl (nor, for that matter, Sauron*) allow their real names to be written. Pooh lives under the name of Sanders**. Piglet, as noted above, uses "Trespassers William" as an alias. Owl's door is marked WOL.
Treebeard also expresses surprise that hobbits are so ready to reveal their true names, and remarks that he, himself, would never do so. Perhaps this magical caution is common to entities with some affinity for woods; don't forget that Sauron himself regained his power at Dol Guldur in Mirkwood, before decamping to Mordor towards the end of the Third Age.

*The Fellowship of the Ring:
"S is for Sauron", said Gimli. "That is easy to read."
"Nay," said Legolas. "The Dark Lord does not use his true name, nor does he permit it to be spoken. Nor does he use white. The Orcs in the service of the Tower use the sign of the Red Eye."

** Winnie-the-Pooh:
"It means he had the name (Sanders) over the door in gold letters and Pooh lived under it."

#12 ::: Don Simpson ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 05:22 AM:

And of course He Who Must Not Be Named shall remain nameless.

#13 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 05:41 AM:

Much is made clearer when you realise that Christopher Robin is actually the boy Christian Huxley, and that Ryhope Wood is just about a hundred acres in size.

#14 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 05:51 AM:

Shouldn't Mary Dell be showing off her photoshop-fu by now, maybe in something about Cthupooh?

#15 ::: Jakob ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 06:34 AM:

ajay #11: How often do true names pop up in Grimm's fairy tales? Rumpelstilzchen is a dwarf or goblin type rather than a forest dweller IIRC.

Does Gollum hide his true name, or is it taken from him? I'm sure there is another whole thread's worth of tenuous scholarship* on this subject.

*Which reminds me of a line from the BBC show 'We are History':
'What does this tell us? Well, nothing actually, but if we combine this with spurious information and wild conjecture, a picture begins to emerge.'

#16 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 07:09 AM:

Does this mean that Dorothy Parker ('Tonstant Weader Thowed Up') is one of the Great Old Ones?

#17 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:30 AM:

Coming soon! A Disney Production of Ang Lee's Crouching Tigger, Hidden Dagon...

#18 ::: Mary Dell ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:34 AM:

Serve @#14: Arg! Stupid day job, skewing my priorities!

Really, though, I didn't attempt it because Julie and Ajay have already perfectly rendered the thing.

#19 ::: Ryan Freebern ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:41 AM:

Have you all encountered the macabre tales of Edgar Allan Pooh?

#20 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:48 AM:

Playing with alphabet restriction verse:

Eh? Hope?
No hope.
Yep. None.
Lonely. No one
Sees. Helpless
To stop them. The eyes
Chose hopeless lost
Roo - poor Roo! - to
Do the deed. Then the cold
And deathly tentacles
Made haste to come and steal them, and the
Water, depthless and cold, drowned them all.
I alone remain to tell the tale. Typical.

#21 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:56 AM:

Mary Dell @ 18... Serve @#14: Arg! Stupid day job, skewing my priorities!

"Sir! To Serge Man... It's a cook book!"

#22 ::: Lance Weber ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:58 AM:

I just wanted to point out that the phrase "Oh bother" is a result of the author not understanding the original "Iä"...

#23 ::: Lance Weber ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:03 AM:

*bows deeply to Abi* Fantastic!

#24 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:04 AM:

I now am stuck on the Middle Earth/Hundred Acre Wood connection.
Pooh escapes from the Downfall of Numenor in Christopher Robin's umbrella, renamed The Brain of Pooh, bearing with him Piglet and a seedling of the Eldest of Trees.
Owl is made homeless when the tree in which his house is built is felled by Orcs. ("Some of those Trees were my Friends," said Eeyore sadly. "Oh Well. Nothing to be Done Now.")
Owl falls to his death after confronting a Heffalump on Durin's Bridge.

#26 ::: Niall McAuley ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:14 AM:

The story titles write themselves!

The Hive
The Bear in the Doorway
The Lurking Woozle
The Strange, High Pole in the North
The Shadow over Cottleston
Henry Pootel: Marsupialist

#27 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:28 AM:

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
That's not dead which can eternal lie,
And in aeons strange even Death may die -
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.

#28 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:31 AM:

No forest meme is complete without:

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping by
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse gives out a cry
As, trembling, he wonders why
We stop and eye the darkened lake
Whose foul odours make him shy.

He gives his harness bells a shake
Which proves to be a grave mistake
As from the water dark things creep
To drag our wagon toward the lake.

The woods are dreadful, dark and deep
And as he screams, and as I weep,
We rue we woke them from their sleep,
We rue we woke them from their sleep.

#29 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:34 AM:

Serge @ 21

"It's an overlock sewing book!"

#30 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:36 AM:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
which was in
your cupboard

and which
you were probably
to bait a Heffalump trap

Forgive me
it was delicious
and it was just time
for a little something

#31 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:56 AM:

Ajay wins the internet!

And abi gets one too!

Much more of this and I'll run gibbering away in unholy madness!

#32 ::: Carrie S. ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:56 AM:

The longest night has come, and my heart fails me.

Some say that it's the singing, the very singing with which we greet the returning sun, that provokes him; some say that without it he would not return them to us, dresdfully changed as they are.

But on one thing all agree: on the longest night, be sure to stock your larders well with all the danties you can procure; adorn your home as for a grand celebration. For if your lights and your wreaths and your meats and your cakes are sufficient, you'll wake (and oh, do not go out to see what makes the sounds you hear in that long night!) to find that they are gone, but that your children are still sleeping in their beds, not to be when the sun rises at last with strange lusts in their hearts no longer innocent. Provision yourself as well as you may, lest the Grinch--I tremble even to write the name!--steal more than Christmas.

#33 ::: Kip W ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 10:49 AM:

"Gollum!" cried everybody.

Looking very warm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Gollum, floating upon the lava.

"It's Gollum!" cried Sam, terribly excited.

"Is that so?" said Gollum, getting caught up by a little methane bubble, and turning slowly round three times. "I wondered."

"I didn't know you were playing," said Sam.

"I'm not," said Gollum.

"Gollum, what are you doing there?" said Frodo.

"I'll give you three guesses, Frodo. Making Lembas sandwiches? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young Ent? Wrong. Sinking slowly into the burning lava of Mount Doom with my Precious? Right. Give Frodo time, and he'll always get the answer."

#34 ::: Will "scifantasy" Frank ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:31 AM:

I'm surprised nobody has mentioned House At Cthulhu Corner by Tom Smith yet...

Or Tom's Cthulhu Fthagn, from the imagined Disney animated production of "The Call Of Cthulhu."

#35 ::: Jon Meltzer ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:53 AM:

#33: Epic Pooh?

#36 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:56 AM:

In Rabbit's meadhall /friends and relations
sang of heroes /and held a banquet
Rabbit, father of warriors, /Ring-giver, far-sighted
from carven seat /saw his house carouse...
but from the mere /slowly moving
came Roo's mother, /monstrous creature,
Kanga her name /in horror created
born in darkness /and darkness bearing
in blood she wished /to bathe the warriors...

-- from Winnie the Beowulf

#37 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 12:02 PM:

Old fat buzzer humming in a tree!
Old fat buzzer can't see me!
Buzzy-loud! Buzzy-loud!
See the cloud?
Stop your humming and look at me!
Gold and black-bands, busy no-hands
Gold and black-bands can't spy me!
Buzzy-loud! Buzzy-loud!
Leave your crowd!
You'll never catch me in your tree!


Busy Bee and dizzy Drone,
Are swarming round to sting me.
I fly ever nigh in the bright sky,
But still they cannot bring me!
Soaring leaf, clever hunny thief;
you are dim and busy.
You cannot sting me, buzzing chief,
In your swarmings dizzy.

#38 ::: Mary Dell ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 12:48 PM:

Abi, it's SO good to have you back!

#39 ::: Lance Weber ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 01:49 PM:

"Happy Winds Day Gandalf!" called Pooh "Who is your friend with the short legs and rather longish beard? I could not help but noticing he has a quite large jar in his hands..." The dwarf scowled at the bear, gruffly cleared his throat and sputtered "This is honey from the Beornings, and you'll not see nor taste a drop of it!"
Excerpted from Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Dain

#40 ::: Xopher ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 01:57 PM:

Lance... *pillow swat*

#41 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 06:39 PM:

Well, I wrote something, but it's too long to post here and too grim to post to my blog*.

I guess I finally have a use for my LiveJournal account: Pooh meets Tolkien meets Cthulhu.

* Really. Zombie Rabbit kidnaps Roo to eat his brains is not family viewing.

#42 ::: Stefan Jones ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 07:11 PM:

Garrison Keillor reported on today's Writer's Notebook that today is Lovecraft's birthday.


#43 ::: ethan ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 07:25 PM:

Lovecraft's birthday? And me within walking distance (kind of) of his grave? If only it weren't after sunset, when the cemetery closes with a vengeance.

I'd like to say the restrictions there are due to certain...things...which are best left unspoken, but alas, I think it has more to do with snooty and officious rules enforced by snooty and officious security guards.

#44 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:01 PM:

Abi #28: Magnificent! As always.

#45 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 08:23 PM:

Coming in very late with a ballade, mostly because nobody else seems to have thought of it:

The wind was heavy on the wooded hill,
all creatures waited for the hungry bear
fearing the Great Old Beings darkest will.
Yet all the time, the Pooh without a care
ignored the squamous terrors and the fear
that caused even Eeyore to cast a shoe.
We find that now all nature is laid bare
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

The Shadow poisons every stream and rill,
we sense a monstrous presence in the air.
There's no escape, not even poison pill
can keep us all from falling in the snare
where rugose horrors still await their share.
There's naught but evil that lies in our view,
not one of us will the Dark Power spare;
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

Now falls to silence factory and mill,
there are no masses waiting in the square.
The Woods now dark and horrid creatures fill,
and Kanga, Roo and Piglet are past care.
The author screams that things just are not fair,
and thinks that he's announcing something new.
Through the long darkness must we all now fare;
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

Prince Robin, riding on your spavined mare,
give us some thought as you your last meal spew.
Now all that's funny has become quite rare;
still nothing can annoy the happy Pooh!

#46 ::: Julie L. ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 09:09 PM:

Ia! Ia! Worraworraworraworraworra! Shub-Tiggurath, the striped cat of the woods with a thousand sproings!!!

(wrt True Names, let us not forget eoR, the Great Old Grey Donkey; also, when Christopher Robin went out and left a notice on his door, he signed it "Backson" although the others assumed that he was referring to an unknown companion: "Gone out, Backson. Bisy, Backson.")

(and as long as I've got my Milne compendium out...)

There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed
Soaked with venous blood (blue) and arterial (red),
And all the day long he would wallow in goo
Of arterial (red) and venous blood (blue).

#47 ::: Alex Cohen ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 10:50 PM:

Pooh paced the deck, hands clasped behind his back. "Rabbit! Where's that blasted honey?"

Rabbit's whiskered face appeared in an instant, delivered the unwelcome verdict "Which it's already gone!" and disappeared again, leaving behind only muttering concerning something of a very little brain - fortunately at a low enough volume that Pooh could pretend to not have heard. Indeed, Pooh looked down and saw the honey pot was indeed there and empty. "Bother."

A sudden decision, and he swung his rather round and soft body into the shrouds and climbed to the crow's nest. There, he took out his glass and surveyed the horizon. Was that a sail? A sail that might be attached to a French merchant vessel, its hold stuffed full of honey? The crew hadn't had a real prize in months and Pooh's fortune at home could desperately use such a stroke of good fortune.

"Tigger!" he bellowed to the deck far below. "Fetch me Dr. Robin!" For he instinctively knew that he would need his friend's advice before proceeding.

#48 ::: Meg Thornton ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:11 PM:

*slowly recovers from hysterical laughter*

What makes this all the more funny is having spent most of the past three days playing Kingdom Hearts II (in which one of the side quests involves restoring stolen pages of "The House at Pooh Corner"). Now I know what happened to the characters while they were missing!

You all win an internets each! Available in a wide range of squamous and rugose colours.

#49 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:14 PM:

A photoshop appreciation of this thread: Walt, Old Great One

#50 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:40 PM:

Bruce Cohen.. No! Not Uncle Walt!!! Speaking of which, where does Mister Toad's Wild Ride fit in?

#51 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 20, 2007, 11:43 PM:

Some time around 1974, didn't Gardner Dozois write his own sendup of Pooh? I don't think that eldritch creatures or dinosaurs were involved, bit it was quite... ah... different.

#53 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 02:35 AM:

Pooh pushed back his black leather jacket and settled the scarred butt of his blaster in its Martian Sandhog leather holster. His contented humming was cut short by the sounds of many voices raised in protest. As the mob came around the corner of the crooked alley in the lowest slum in all Venusburg, he recognized them as Rabbit's friends and relations, but they were even more excited than usual. In front of them bounced a figure the like of which Pooh had never seen before, striped in orange and white, with a mane of long red hair that waved more than was natural in the still air of the ghetto. Pooh drew his blaster and aimed it in the air above the crowd. "Hold there, you animals!", he called commandingly in his clear baritone.

- from "Northwest Pooh of the Spaceways"

#54 ::: Julie L. ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 02:52 AM:

Many are the mysteries of the insidious Dr. Pooh Manchu. There are some who whisper in dank alleys that his house's door is marked with the cryptic Yellow Sign of Sanders the Unspeakable, which drives men to madness as surely as the waxen fumes from his hidden hunny dens. And I myself have heard hoarse echoes in an asylum, of how he plays Poohsticks with orphaned children in the mists of the dark lake of Carcosa.

#55 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 03:05 AM:

Julie L. @ 54

You have just taught not to brush my teeth while reading a Making Light thread. Luckily I didn't spray the screen, but it's really amazing what laughing uproariously can do to the operation of an electric toothbrush.

#56 ::: albatross ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 03:38 AM:


Wow. That's amazing. My brain hurts now.

#57 ::: Zarquon ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 05:45 AM:

Tonstant Weader gibbered piteously...

#58 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 05:45 AM:

abi, 41 is excellent. It's an honour to be one of your subpersonae.

As is 47. And 54. And... oh, hell, it's all good stuff. It's getting pretty dark, though.

Hush! Hush!
Nobody cares -
Christopher Robin
-- JB Morton

I would work on writing "They're Changing Form at Buckingham Palace" but I'm sure abi could do a much better job, plus I have deadlines.

#59 ::: Jakob ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 06:03 AM:

Who was the kid following me? Why did the stick in the river have my name on it? Where had the piglet gone? I wanted to crawl into a glass of bee juice and never come out, but there was only one thing for it: I was going to have to visit the Owl.

-'Farewell my Hunny', Raymond Chandler

#60 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 08:51 AM:

It was quiet in the wood. Almost too quiet. Pooh was mesmerized by the bubbling lake. He could see huge eyes and tentacles just under the surface. He tasted the fear in his mouth like wine just gone sour. this was no bullfight. This was for more than the hunny. It was time to face the Great Old Ones, and Pooh was scared. Scared out of his fur. A voice seemed to come from the pond. 'Ia ftagn' it screeched.

-- from The Pooh Also Rises

#61 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 09:48 AM:

Slack moment:

They're changing shape at Buckingham Palace -
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
Horrible forms in every room -
"That's a harbinger of Impending Doom" -
Says Alice.

They're changing shape at Buckingham Palace.
Hideous eyes alight with malice
Glare from the windows on St James' Park.
"They'll hunt for victims after dark" -
Says Alice.

They're changing shape at Buckingham Palace.
Lunatic gods, both cruel and callous,
Howl and scream at the gibbous moon.
"They'll dominate the whole world soon" -
Says Alice.

-- From "When We Were Very Squamous" by H.P. Milne

#62 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:11 AM:

They're changing form at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin has merged with Alice.
Alice' psyche is terribly scarred.
"Stand near the fire and you will get charred,"
Says Alice.

They're changing form at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin has merged with Alice.
We saw a sentry turn into a fox.
"Those who go searching go mad from the shocks,"
Says Alice.

They're changing form at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin has merged with Alice.
We looked for Cthulhu, but he never came.
"When he gets here he'll bring us the flame,"
Says Alice.

They're changing form at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin has merged with Alice.
The parties they give end in terrible sounds.
"Better not stay here, they'll let loose the Hounds,"
Says Alice.

They're changing form at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin has merged with Alice.
We saw a shape with myriad of wings.
"Don't know what it is, just one of those Things,"
Says Alice.

They're changing form at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin has merged with Alice.
"What do you think has come out of the sea?"
"Don't know, dear, but it's coming for me,"
Says Alice.

#63 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:15 AM:

Jinx! You owe me a Coke™ with liquid nitrogen in it to make it fume.

#64 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:20 AM:

Clearly it has now happened: Bruce has, as he warned (31), run gibbering away in unholy madness. Welcome, Bruce. You are one of us now.
The line "Alice's psyche is terribly scarred" alone is worth a weird, eldritch medal.

All this talk of strange Things in the Palace reminds me slightly of Neil Gaiman's "A Study in Emerald"...

#65 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:21 AM:

After the Matter of Buckingham Palace (supra*), Alice was to be heard singing softly:

How doth the bubbling Yog-Sothoth
Improve its protoplasm,
And drink the bloody spuming froth
From thy last dying spasm!

How maddening its lights appear
How dread its pseudopods
As all who watch are taught to fear
The mighty Outer Gods!

* plural of super, because both of them are.

#66 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:47 AM:

Yes, of course it's the same Alice... that would explain why she's so blase about Christopher Robin's talking pets. She saw much stranger stuff when she was a girl in Oxford.

#67 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:48 AM:

And what is on top of super is superior. Way cool dying spasms!

#68 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 10:58 AM:

A rhyme for "Yog-Sothoth" and for "protoplasm" in the same stanza? She wicked good.

#69 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 11:00 AM:

"I just don't know, Dorothy", said the Scarecrow. "Why only last week, a pack of Shoggoths caught the Lion on the edge of the Haunted Forest. They broke him, turned him completely mad; why now he's brave!"

- From "The Wizard of Ooze"

#70 ::: Joel Polowin ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 11:55 AM:

Cthulhu was a Great Old One.
Of him the maddened cultists sung:
his realm had non-Euclidity,
fair R'lyeh, sunk beneath the sea.

His face was octopoid and green,
and caused insanity when seen;
with rugose kin from heaven's field
and ichor-matter scarce-congealed.

But long ago he went away,
and what he dreameth none can say;
'til differently align the stars -
Cthulhu fhtagn! Ia!

#71 ::: Julie L. ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 01:11 PM:

Bruce @55: And so the global plot advances toward fluoridating the intarweb with our precious bodily fluids. (Or blasphemously glowing ichor, as the case may be.)

Joel @70: Because I have not yet managed to assimilate this morning's caffeine, it took me a moment to identify the original, by which time my brain cell was already gibbering brief snatches of the unholy words which I here recount, almost against my will.

Cthulhu, the Great Old One,
Lived beneath the sea
And frolicked in Carcosa's mists
And the waves of Lake Hali

Sweet Lavinia Whatley
Loved that squamous heap[*]
And offered virgin sacrifice
Of herself, goats, and sheep.

[*: thus two-timing Yog-Sothoth from "The Dunwich Horror".]

#72 ::: Jon Meltzer ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 01:29 PM:

Give my regards to Cthulhu,
remember me to Herbert West
tell all the shoggoths at Innsmouth Devil Reef
they ooze their slime with zest

Whisper with the whipporwills, and
mingle with the Mi-Go spawn,
Give my regards to old Cthulhu
and IA! from dusk to dawn!

#73 ::: Nenya ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 01:42 PM:

Joel #70: Applause! Yours is the first poem this thread that has truly scarred my brain (as in, made me hope not to recall your poem when reading the original!). You guys are...amazing. Wonderful.

Also, when will there be a book of published MakingLight poetry? And how come haven't abi's first three volumes already made it to the bookstore shelves???

#74 ::: Carrie S. ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 03:11 PM:

Also, when will there be a book of published MakingLight poetry?

I think we should call it "Music of the Fluorospheres".

#75 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 05:53 PM:

Let us go then, you and I,
while the monsters swim across the sky,
creatures all of myth and fable.
Let us go through screaming streets,
the gibbering retreats
of those driven half to madness from the hells,
half-crushed and cracked like broken oyster-shells.
Streets where beings of dark integument
and insidious intent
will lead us to an overwhelming question:
Do you want to have a deathly fit?
Then dark R'lyeh you must visit.

-- From "The Love-Song of J. Alfred Cthulhu".

#76 ::: Caroline ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 06:17 PM:

Fragano --

Shall I say the stars are right?
Do I dare record this speech?
I shall wear strange robes and symbols,
and walk upon the beach.
I shall hear the cultists chanting, each to each.
I do not think that they will chant for me.

#77 ::: Caroline ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 06:19 PM:

Also, Julie L.: Shub-Tiggurath, the striped cat of the woods with a thousand sproings!!!

I howled.

#78 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 06:55 PM:

Doctor Moreau wasn't around when Pooh and the others were stitched together, was he?

"No! Not the House of Pain!"

#79 ::: Syd ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 07:37 PM:

I have been peeking in on this thread for several days, and have come to several conclusions:

1) The fact that I stopped reading HP Lovecraft in college (when the stack of rugose Lovecraft volumes on the desk in my bedroom inspired in me the quivering fear that something unutterably squamous was going to ingest me in the dark of the night) is no reason not to reacquaint myself with the denizens of that place beyond the Mountains of Madness.

2) You people--by which I include TNH, PNH, associated posters, and commenters of every stripe--are incredibly talented and so cool I wish I knew you all in person so I could invite you over for cheesecake (which I hope will not be gibbous...).

3) I'm deficient in the extreme re: my understanding of poetical forms. Can anyone recommend a good introductory manual to same?

4) Good gravy--I completely missed Winnie the Pooh! (Although I did read Tonstant Weader's review of whichever Pooh book it was...and laughed hysterically.)

5) If "Music of the Fluorospheres" ever gets past the talking stages, I'll proofread it (I freelance) and waive my fee, just for the privilege of being associated with it.

6) I'm long-winded, even when I type...

#80 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 08:00 PM:

Caroline #76: Wonderful! I can hear Eliot rolling in his grave as a result of both our efforts.

#81 ::: Nicole J. LeBoeuf-Little ::: (view all by) ::: August 21, 2007, 11:47 PM:

Syd: It is inevitable that the full cheesecake will wane gibbous as is consumed. And it will wane further. And O what horrors sport 'neath the light of that last lacticious crescent!

#82 ::: Julie L. ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 01:32 AM:

I wonder how the movie adaptation of American McGee's "Alice" (a very dark and surreal video game from 2000) is coming along?

From a fansite's faq: "The game takes place after her second adventure Through the Looking-Glass And what Alice Found There. A candle in Alice’s house is knocked to the floor by a cat and causes the house to catch fire - Alice luckily survives, but her parents die. Alice enters a deep state of catatonia and is institutionalised in an Asylum. After being in the asylum for several years, she responds to a mysterious summons to return to Wonderland, and the place is barely recognisable. Something has gone very wrong. Undaunted by the diseased atmosphere, confusion and mortal danger that surrounds her, Alice commits to restore Wonderland to its proper state, in hopes of regaining her sanity as well."

Someone has posted a godmode video capture of the game's final battle with the many-tentacled Red Queen here.

#83 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 05:04 AM:

77: you want Eliot?

Shub-Niggurath's an Elder God, he's called the Eldritch Claw,
His blasphemous existence makes a mock of Nature's Law;
He's the bafflement of Arkham and his name is called Despair,
And if you say unguarded words - Shub-Niggurath is there!

Shub-Niggurath's a squamous god, he's mostly grey and black,
You would know him if you saw him, he's got wings upon his back.
His skin is warty and obscene, his maw is lined with fangs,
His face is indescribable, his hair in tendrils hangs.
He rises to bring ruin, when all the stars are right,
And though he's pretty vile by day, he's always worse at night.

Shub-Niggurath! Shub-Niggurath! There's nothing like Shub-Niggurath!
There never was a Thing whose rage was measured as a bigger wrath!
You may hide within the forest - you may run away to sea -
But when the stars are right, then it will do no good to flee!

#84 ::: hedgehog ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 06:49 AM:


ajay@83: ARGH!

How odd. I didn't know brain melted.


#85 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 07:43 AM:

Ajay, I've got a cat here, name of Macavity, wants a word with you....

#86 ::: ajay ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 08:55 AM:

There is no Macavity, only Zuul.

#87 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 09:47 AM:

Came to me a frightened spirit, came the spirit of Longfellow,
told me to indite this poem, as a message and a warning:

This is the forest primeval, the towering ravenous creatures
eager to eat hapless humans, haters of the Great Spirit
dwell here in immense numbers, with qualities squamous and rugose.
Dark is the night in the forest, filled with insidious chatter
of beings dark and malignant, hungry for human heartstrings;
long time now they have dwelled here, inside the limitless darkness.
But now they are ready to travel, seeking the blood of the lawful.

Now a voice came to Nokomis, as she readied for a journey,
readied for a troubled journey, full of ignorance and hatred;
said the voice unto Nokomis, do not mention Hiawatha
to the beings of the darkness, to the dark and evil beings.
Hiawatha has to fear them, for they hunger for his beauty,
for Hiawatha's male beauty, do the ugly monsters hunger.
Dread now came upon Nokomis, and she sought to flee the hunger,
flee the hunger of the Shoggoths, deep in rainy Minnesota.

But the Shoggoths were unwearied, on they came for Hiawatha.
Far the hero fled through forest, through the dark forest primeval
never resting from his travels, for a halt would bring his death-blow.
Still the Shoggoth came unwearied, and the evil being Cthulhu
sent his many emanations, through the lakes of that cold forest
seeking to trap Hiawatha, trap the man and eat his spirit.
At last tired Hiawatha, turned to face the coming evils,
faced them with his angry beauty, but his anger was for nothing.
Soon the Shoggoths made their dinner, soon Shub-Niggurath had feasted,
and the vilest demon, Cthulhu, for his lunch had Hiawatha.

#88 ::: Serge ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 10:26 AM:

Did you know that Myrna Loy's nickname for her frequent co-star William Powell was Mister Pooh?

Sounds like a movie I'd like to see. Myrna and William (and a very young Dean Stockwell) in a Thin Man movie where they use their wits and many martinis to fight off Cthulhu.

#89 ::: Trip the Space Parasite ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 12:59 PM:

ajay @ #83: In low-dimensional representations such as human language, Shub-Niggurath is usually mapped to the female sex.

Not quite OT, but probably teetering on the brink: Trois Freres (tip of stylish but insufficiently-protective headgear to ectoplasmosis and their weekly Cthulhu Cthursday)

#90 ::: Jules ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 04:49 PM:

Syd #79:

3) I'm deficient in the extreme re: my understanding of poetical forms. Can anyone recommend a good introductory manual to same?

I was also so-deficient when I first came here. A few months of hanging out on open threads soon set me straight. :)

#91 ::: Fragano Ledgister ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 05:20 PM:

Syd #79: I find the Guide to Verse Forms very useful.

#92 ::: candle ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 05:44 PM:

This entire thread is brilliant - with ajay's at 83 my favourite so far - and it's all way too advanced for me. Even though I adore Milne *and* Lovecraft. I think I'm afraid that if I spend too long trying to combine them I shall end up a gibbering wreck myself.

Still, this is the best guide to verse forms that I've ever read, with brilliant examples throughout (which almost rival the productions here). If you like the stuff here, you are bound to like it.

#93 ::: Janice E. ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 06:20 PM:


Odd coincidences:

I was reading this comment thread in bits and pieces while I waited for pages to load during the search quality rating work I do for Google. And lo, what search should come up but "whinnie the [ooh" (sick).

Perhaps the Old Ones are offended by Google's motto?

BTW, this thread has made me very glad to own an internets. Funniest thing I've read in ages. Damn talented poets.


#94 ::: candle ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 06:22 PM:

Oh, maybe I will have a go:

Nick Nick
Garrison Garrison
Adoniram Southwick III
Took an unhealthy interest
In things that should never be.
Nick Nick
Said to his captain
"Captain" he said, said he,
"You must never go down to the Innsmouth docks
If you value your sanity."

Nick Nick
Garrison's captain
Harder than six inch nails
Nick Nick
Garrison's captain
Didn't believe the tales
Nick Nick
Garrison's captain
Said to himself, said he,
"I'll get that box from the Innsmouth docks,
and be back in time for tea."

Fond of a story
Started to spread the word:
Of Nick Nick
Garrison's captain
Nothing had since been heard
Last seen
Wandering vaguely
Hiding his second wife
Something was lurking in Innsmouth now,
Zadok would stake his life:

"You - You -
Sprightly young feller -
I tell yer that ain't the wust!
Sit still -
See what I tell yer -
I'm tellin' yer, you's the first!
I ain't
never gone pryin' -
I faound it out jest the same:
What them
Fish-devils wanted -
Listen - I know their name!"

All of a sudden
Let out a frightful scream:
Clutched at my shoulder,
Eyes with a dreadful gleam.
"Get aout!
Get aout o' Innsmouth!
They're comin' agin - you'll see!"
And Zadok ran down to the end of the town
And wholly abandoned me.

Deep Ones!
This is what I recall.
And that
Horrible odour
In the Order of Dagon Hall.
Once I
Looked back behind me
As shapes emerged from the mist
"Cthulhu fhtagn!"
How can such things exist?

#95 ::: Paul Duncanson ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 06:53 PM:

Caroline @ #76: Send not to know for whom the cultists chant; they chant for thee.

#96 ::: Julie L. ::: (view all by) ::: August 22, 2007, 08:26 PM:

And of course the Gaiman/Pratchett classics from Good Omens (the somewhat random capitalization is as printed):

Oh, the grand old Duke of York
He had Ten Thousand Man
He Marched them Up To The Top of The Hill
And Crushed all the nations of the world and brought them under the rule of Satan our master.


This litle piggy went to Hades
This little piggy stayed home
this little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
this little piggy violated virgins
And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top.

#97 ::: Pete Darby ::: (view all by) ::: August 23, 2007, 07:36 AM:

Must have been done before but...

This is the Night Gaunt crossing the border,
Seizing the maid and the postman's daughter,
Terror for the rich, terror for the poor,
Inside the shadows behind the door,
Sweeping up Dunwich, A steady climb,
Leaving a trail of loathsome slime,
Past shoggoth shank and signs of elder,
Making a noise like a shantak gelder,
Chuckling silently as it passes
Silent miles of doom swept grasses.

Ghouls turn their heads as the flock approaches,
Staring from tombs as they chew on roaches,
Tindalos hounds cannot turn their course
They slumber beyond Euclid's force,
In the crypt they pass no human wakes,
But in strange aeons something quakes.

Night darkens, the climb is done,
Down towards Arkham they descend,
Towards the students wolfing down the tomes of lore
Towards the haunts of the lost, the flop houses,
Set in the dark town like gigantic jezebels,
All New England waits for them:
In the dark streets, beside the squamous-green river banks,
Things long for release.

Shrieks of thanks, Shrieks on the banks,
Shrieks of joy scare the girl and boy,
Respectful kills, defenestrations,
Ungodly couplings of relations,
And annunciations, Sussurations,
And timid victims desparations
And mongrels, mongrels from all the nations,
Claws insubstantial, cuts unfinanfcial,
Pictures with details you shouldn't enlarge in,
Tomes with dire warnings scribbled in margins,
Heirlooms from uncles, cousins and aunts,
Accompanied by curses, and unearthly chants,
Threats of revenge from Highlands and Lowlands
Notes from South Seas of disease,
Written in prose of every hue,
The purple, the black, the puce, the blue,
The insane, the half sane, the moaning the droning,
Inhumanly cold and Buzzily telephoning,
Cunning, base, terse and long
The carved, the dripped, to human eyes "wrong".

Thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of terifying monsters,
Or of summoned ones devouring the band at Cranston's or Crawford's
Defiled in working Kingsport, defiled in well set Arkham,
Asleep in basalt R'Lyeh,
He continues his dreams,
And shall awake soon, and longs for freedom,
And none will hear Cthulhu's call,
Without a quickening of the heart,
For who could dare to call himself forgotten?

#98 ::: thanbo ::: (view all by) ::: August 23, 2007, 03:06 PM:

then there's Leslie Fish's take:

Cthulhu Gone

Where, oh where has Cthulhu gone?
None of his lot remain alive
They packed up and they fled this world
In August 1945

Where, oh where are the Old Ones gone?
Scrambled back to their darkling lands
They have fled with a rare good sense
The lightnings held in human hands

Gods who followed their politics
Wagers on the changing Earth
Across the backs of the human breed
Never guessed what its brain was worth

From flint knives to the flintlock gun
Humans leaped while Cthulhu dreamed
Atoms cracked in another breath
The old god woke at once and screamed

Wise, oh wise were the gods who ran
Fleeing fast for the depths of space
Fiercer demons have come to stay
Human powers take their place

Down to the nethermost depths of hell
You will not find, warns the poet's verse
A shape more terrible than this
More packed with danger to the universe

#99 ::: CHip ::: (view all by) ::: August 25, 2007, 11:21 AM:

Pete@97: I confess -- I can't recognize the source, even though bits seem familiar. ??

#100 ::: candle ::: (view all by) ::: August 25, 2007, 12:09 PM:

CHip: it's The Night Mail by W.H. Auden.

#101 ::: Evan ::: (view all by) ::: August 25, 2007, 12:43 PM:

I think I need a ruling from the judges on how many syllables are in "R'lyeh".

#102 ::: Xopher ::: (view all by) ::: August 25, 2007, 12:54 PM:

Evan 101: One. As any Russian speaker can tell you.

#103 ::: CHip ::: (view all by) ::: August 27, 2007, 09:12 PM:

Candle: Thanks. I've even heard it recited, IIRC by him -- there's a tape in the UK's National Rail Museum -- but I'd blanked on the rhythms.

#104 ::: Paul A. ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 11:37 AM:

Evan @ #101:
I say two. And "Ia ftagn" has four. Because otherwise this doesn't scan:

It's a long way to sunken R'lyeh
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to sunken R'lyeh
And the Things Man Should Not Know
Goodbye, naïve science!
Farewell, sanity!
It's a long, long way to sunken R'lyeh
Ia ftagn! Aiee!

#105 ::: P J Evans ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 12:36 PM:

two for sure:

Sunken R'lyeh rose for me,
Sight I never hoped to see.

(old filksong, not mine)

#106 ::: Trip the Space Parasite ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 01:26 PM:

People ask how many syllables in "R'lyeh" and you respond with integers?!

#107 ::: Bruce Cohen (SpeakerToManagers) ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 02:25 PM:

By the Great Old Ones, you're right Trip; those have to be irrational numbers.

#108 ::: P J Evans ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 02:31 PM:

It's hard to do irrational numbers on computers, especially if you want to get any use from the computer afterwards. (Being at work, I have to keep the machine functional.)

#109 ::: MD² ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 06:15 PM:

To: Mr and Ms Nielsenhayd Nielsen ha Nielsen Hayden
From: A fellow (yet unjustly unpublished) writer

It is saddened by the deep respect and admiration I nourish for you people in the deepest of my heart that I now find myself forced - dare I say coerced ? - to write you this letter with the express purpose of making light (oh... my... no pun intended, I assure you) of what happened this past few... hum... moments.
Earlier today, after I took the (filthy) Blight Beast of Krakow out for a walk, but before I cooked the Mexican Cocoa Chicken - whether after or before the summoning ritual I must confess I can not remember - I sent you a children story called "The fall of house Poosher²".
That story as yet to appear in the comment section, along with the other works of litterature posted by some luminaries coming from the four corners of the blogosphere (if I might dare such a violently non-euclidian geometric image), the witch of like I'd have been proud to see my name associated with by merit of my work.
It is then with righteous anger that I hereby vividly protest against what I can only assume to be plain and simple unfounded censorship, for I gather by way of analytical examination that my work was upheld because it mentioned Pooh frolicking with tentacles.
Hear my words: it is my profound belief that, despite all the propaganda coming from a nefarious Asian island which shall remain nameless, CHILDREN DESERVE TENTACLES ! I ask you, what better way to prepare their fragile, yet inquisitive minds to the hardships and vicissitudes of their coming adulthood than the image of a bear befriending a walking mass of appendages ? What better way to teach them tolerance and respect, as well as keep their sense of wonder alive ?
Beside, what do people hold against tentacles ? Those fluid ligns, the discreet elegance of their curvatures, the slightly abrasive firmness of their touch... I hum... excuse me... it appears circumstances demand that I work another ritual.

Back at you later, with all my respect.

MD "Po" Lovercraft

#110 ::: MD² ::: (view all by) ::: August 28, 2007, 06:19 PM:

My... I just realised, while manually closing all those numerous windows opened on my desktop, the reason why the story wasn't published propably was that I hadn't hit the "post" button, and was still in previewing mode.
Well, that kind of things happens, don't they ?

Don't worry, I'll be sure to punish the ghost writing for me upon my return - yes, he is a black man (that awful excuse of a joke - not to mention the poor taste - made me win the price for most uninspired attempt at billingual humor at the 94' Engineering Festival of Jouy-en-Josas. Thank you.)

Now, on to that ritual...

MD "Hun" Milned

#111 ::: Daniel English ::: (view all by) ::: September 03, 2007, 09:23 AM:

Shaggy from the Mystery Machine Gang as a Goth. Shaggy Goth. Shogoth. Scooby-Do Chutulu.

#112 ::: Joel Polowin ::: (view all by) ::: September 03, 2007, 09:57 AM:

"Time for another Scooby Snack. A-heh, a-heh, a-heh..."


#113 ::: Galadhir ::: (view all by) ::: September 03, 2007, 10:51 AM:

A horror of eld named Yog-sothoth
Caught a terrible cold from a Shoggoth
On Pooh's hunny he wheezed
He coughed and he sneezed
'Til Pooh was consumed by the froth thereof

#114 ::: Paul A. ::: (view all by) ::: September 05, 2007, 09:35 AM:

Further to the question of syllabification, I generally pronounce "Cthulhu" with three syllables (the "cth" gets a syllable to itself).
Which is probably incorrect, but explains why the following came out how it did:

Oh, Cthulhu
Sends the nightmares sweepin' through my brain
Where he stoops to eat
While the vile drums beat
And the mad flutes whine their old refrain

Oh, Cthulhu!
'Tis not dead that can eternal lie
In unnat'ral sleep
In the ocean deep:
In strange aeons, even death may die!

I know you must think I am mad
And you're probably right (ain't it sad?)

And when we sang
Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!
We're only sayin'
You're on my mind, O Cthulhu!
O Cthulhu! I-A!

#115 ::: Xopher sees wacky and pointless spam ::: (view all by) ::: March 02, 2009, 03:57 PM:

WTH is that anyway, a license plate?

#116 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: March 02, 2009, 04:01 PM:

Xopher of the Long Name @124:

It's Cthulhu's MySpace* password. I'm removing it because we really don't want him and his mates coming after us for enabling identity theft.

* What, you thought he was on Facebook or Livejournal?

#117 ::: Xopher ::: (view all by) ::: March 02, 2009, 04:05 PM:

I understand he's on TentacleBook and UndeadJournal.

#118 ::: abi ::: (view all by) ::: March 02, 2009, 04:07 PM:

Xopher @126:

And SuckedIn, and Shrieker.

#119 ::: Benjamin Wolfe ::: (view all by) ::: September 28, 2014, 05:09 PM:

Yep. More spam, but hey - I found this thread, and am oddly grateful to the spammer.

Then again, I've been listening to Shoggoth on the Roof lately, so it's quite topical.

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