Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wagn'nagl fhtagn ("In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."). --HP Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

The stars hath turned in the heavens once more: Mighty Cthulhu stirs. His dreams reacheth forth, communing with those with ears to hear. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! His thoughts trample down along the pathways of thy mind; thou knowest His footprints, each of which is a wound...

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Hokay, here we go...

*Looks around fearfully*

So it seems that the coast is finally clear: No one that I care about knows that I'm blogging again. The only people that have noticed are peeps whose opinions I care about (except that Richard Cranium asshole--I mean, who cares about him?).

Oh Hi Dick!

Where to start? Hmmm, I want to puke over what happened at VT, until I think about how that happens every freakin day in Iraq...I want to tell Abu Gonzales to go fuck Wolfowitz up his neo-con ass until I realize that just lets Emperor Chimpy McFlightSuit off the hook...and I want to eat a bullet for loving my g/f of five years and yet still want to cheat on her.

Wow, I'm a complete dick, but at least I feel bad about my flaws; whereas the damned rightards revel in them. News flash: Being a complete dick isn't something to which anyone should aspire.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

*sfx: cowardly creeping noises*

So after being on hiatus for soooooo long, it turns out that no one is looking anymore. I find that, well, enabling.

Move along; nothing to see here.

They gone yet? Good.

So it turns out that Ye Ancient and Crotchety One has this here avatar, and that this here avatar is suffering under the delusion that he has a life of his own. Silly silly mortals.

Still, just for shits and grins, let's let the poor bugger pretend to have opinions.

What could possibly go wrong?
Fafblog still dead...

...yet must. Find. Reason. To BLOG *gasp*

Oh yeah, here's a good one: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Shakira's fine hawt ass wagn'nagl fhtagn

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Cthulhu ♥'s Him some Fafblog

Ye Ancient and Cranky One likes how that lame-ass Fafnir thinks he can just
blog out of nowhere, after an unanounced hiatus, without so much as a howdy-do, or even a reach-around. No explanations, no apologies.

Farging bastid.

It's enough to make a cephalopod waggle a tentacle or two. The beer gods know, even Great Cthulhu wouldn't do something that lame.

Sunday, September 25, 2005


As you can see, there's a problem with posting just now.

Blogger has always provided excellent support, so it shouldn't be long before posts appear next to the sidebar, instead of below it.

Ah well, gives me time to get back into the swing of things.


Saturday, September 24, 2005

Still lurking...

Well mortals, events grind inexorably onward. Hiatus may be coming to an end shortly.

In the meantime, have a laugh for now (Cthulhu will eat you later):


Friday, April 01, 2005

Impending Sea Change, and other stuff

I'm pondering a paradigm shift, or reversion, to something that might interest me a little more. I wouldn't bother, but I'm still getting many nice emails (and some not-so-nice...you know who you are, Anntichrist Coulter) wanting me to update and continue this little catharsis of mine.

It's all very flattering, and I do miss doing this.

Until I get my act together, I just wanted to share this:

GYWO has had a field day with this crap, and I've been so busy that I missed out on all the fun. Damnit. Oh well, go see the rest...


Friday, March 18, 2005

Alright, alright already...

Cthulhu has been trolling for Ye Eville Empyre®, and it's taken up a bit of My free time. Ye Tentacled One promises to get back into this as soon as possible. Perhaps on a weekly basis.

Until then...

Fuck you, John McCain

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which. --Animal Farm, George Orwell


Monday, February 14, 2005

Drive-by Update

O mortals! Having done it both ways, Mighty Cthulhu canst assure thee that neither Percocet nor Vicadin hath healing powers past ye knowledges.

Sith ye, ape-spawn, only beer doth hold bliss and healing. And scotch. Beer and Scotch doth hold bliss and healing. And vengeance.

O spawn of knuckle-dragging primates: Only Beer and Scotch and Vengeance doth hold ye mighty healing powers.

Now, after a bit of brush-fire warring, dost Great Cthulhu feel better.

Yer welcome.

PS: Bubba and AnntiChrist: Back now, feeling not better, but at least more sober. By the way, if you have to lose a tooth or die? Die. Much easier on Ye Skulle. Brb =)

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Gestapo Gonzales gets the job

Citing a lack of votes, Senate Minority Leader Harry Reid (D-Nev) said that Democrats will not filibuster Abu Gonzales' nomination for America's top law-enforcement official:

Democrats must have the support of virtually every member of the party caucus to block Bush's nominations or legislative proposals.

Reid said it appeared that 25 to 30 Democrats would oppose Gonzales when the Senate took a final vote Thursday.

They needed 41 out of the 44 Democratic senators to vote in favor of a filibuster.

Oddly enough, Cthulhu's two senate-whores (Murray and Cantwell) will actually vote against Gonzales, dispite having voted for Rice. Wonder of wonders.

Come Thursday, we'll know the names of the weasels that joined the Rethugs in support of torture. Until then, there isn't much else to do but puke.


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