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...

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.

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