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...

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.


Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Tooth or Dare

Ye Mighty Tentacled One is off to go play with the nice oral surgeon. The doctor tells Me that, with a bit of general anesthesia, he'll have My (superflous) wisdom teeth out in no time. His name is Dr. Hertz, and he assures Squeamish Cthulhu that the name is not indicative of his tender ministrations.


Cthulhu will try to update His blog over the next several days, but will be greatly hindered by the warm embrace of Percocet.

Mmmmm, Percocet...

Hello again Dark Mother. Once more, Cthulhu suckles from thy rhapsodic teat...


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