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...

Friday, December 03, 2004

Democrats are sexier...

...whoever heard of a nice piece of elephant?

Swelling is down, and I can chew again. Pain is almost gone. For all you wonderful people who left kind comments and sent me nice email, thanks. I love you guys. I should be back in good (snarky) form by Monday.

Poputonian, racy rhino's are hard to find, so I hope you like the pachy-pr0n.


Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Drive-by Update

Sorry about the paucity of posts, but Great Cthulhu and Mad Priest John have been a bit preoccupied.

John is taking up a new job with The Evil Empire (Microsoft) and is busy transitioning to a new field and new schedule.

Great Cthulhu is battling an infected wisdom tooth, and is busy choking down anti-biotics and eating Vicodin like candy just so he can get his jaw open far enough to slurp down some soup.

Our regularly scheduled snark will continue once things settle down a bit in R'lyeh.


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