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9 hours ago, Latbear4blk said:

I am always surprised at how little Lovercraft is recognized in the USA (even Poe). I am sure it is a plot by the Ancients from the Underworld!

The Deep Old Ones, no doubt.

Shoggoth! :P

Arthur C. Clarke (much influenced by HPL) once wrote a hilarious parody short story “At the Mountains of Murkiness.”

It contained the immemorable line penned in the day-diary of Cthulhu: ”Have Slog-Wallop see about the drains.” :lol:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/deepcuts.blog/2019/12/21/at-the-mountains-of-murkiness-or-from-lovecraft-to-leacock-1940-by-arthur-c-clarke/amp/

Posted
21 hours ago, AdamSmith said:

The Deep Old Ones, no doubt.

SORRY!

Meant to say the ‘Great Old Ones.’

...Those South Pacific Islander magicians with the only known talismans able to neutralize the Deep Ones. Which Deep Ones would in coming centuries plague Innsmouth.

Senility is indeed settling in... ^_^

Posted
On 5/9/2020 at 11:24 PM, AdamSmith said:

The Deep Old Ones, no doubt.

Shoggoth! :P

Arthur C. Clarke (much influenced by HPL) once wrote a hilarious parody short story “At the Mountains of Murkiness.”

It contained the immemorable line penned in the day-diary of Cthulhu: ”Have Slog-Wallop see about the drains.” :lol:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/deepcuts.blog/2019/12/21/at-the-mountains-of-murkiness-or-from-lovecraft-to-leacock-1940-by-arthur-c-clarke/amp/

Ward now started violently. “Well, Sir, what have ye found, and what d’ye want with me?”
PixelClear.gifThe doctor let a little time elapse before replying, as if choosing his words for an effective answer.
PixelClear.gif“I have found,” he finally intoned, “something in a cupboard behind an ancient overmantel where a picture once was, and I have burned it and buried the ashes where the grave of Charles Dexter Ward ought to be.”
PixelClear.gifThe madman choked and sprang from the chair in which he had been sitting:
PixelClear.gif“Damn ye, who did ye tell—and who’ll believe it was he after these full two months, with me alive? What d’ye mean to do?”
PixelClear.gifWillett, though a small man, actually took on a kind of judicial majesty as he calmed the patient with a gesture.
PixelClear.gif“I have told no one. This is no common case—it is a madness out of time and a horror from beyond the spheres which no police or lawyers or courts or alienists could ever fathom or grapple with. Thank God some chance has left inside me the spark of imagination, that I might not go astray in thinking out this thing. You cannot deceive me, Joseph Curwen, for I know that your accursed magic is true!
PixelClear.gif“I know how you wove the spell that brooded outside the years and fastened on your double and descendant; I know how you drew him into the past and got him to raise you up from your detestable grave; I know how he kept you hidden in his laboratory while you studied modern things and roved abroad as a vampire by night, and how you later shewed yourself in beard and glasses that no one might wonder at your godless likeness to him; I know what you resolved to do when he balked at your monstrous rifling of the world’s tombs, and at what you planned afterward, and I know how you did it.
PixelClear.gif“You left off your beard and glasses and fooled the guards around the house. They thought it was he who went in, and they thought it was he who came out when you had strangled and hidden him. But you hadn’t reckoned on the different contents of two minds. You were a fool, Curwen, to fancy that a mere visual identity would be enough. Why didn’t you think of the speech and the voice and the handwriting? It hasn’t worked, you see, after all. You know better than I who or what wrote that message in minuscules, but I will warn you it was not written in vain. There are abominations and blasphemies which must be stamped out, and I believe that the writer of those words will attend to Orne and Hutchinson. One of those creatures wrote you once, ‘do not call up any that you can not put down’. You were undone once before, perhaps in that very way, and it may be that your own evil magic will undo you all again. Curwen, a man can’t tamper with Nature beyond certain limits, and every horror you have woven will rise up to wipe you out.”
PixelClear.gifBut here the doctor was cut short by a convulsive cry from the creature before him. Hopelessly at bay, weaponless, and knowing that any show of physical violence would bring a score of attendants to the doctor’s rescue, Joseph Curwen had recourse to his one ancient ally, and began a series of cabbalistic motions with his forefingers as his deep, hollow voice, now unconcealed by feigned hoarseness, bellowed out the opening words of a terrible formula.
PixelClear.gif“PER ADONAI ELOIM, ADONAI JEHOVA, ADONAI SABAOTH, METRATON. . . .”
PixelClear.gifBut Willett was too quick for him. Even as the dogs in the yard outside began to howl, and even as a chill wind sprang suddenly up from the bay, the doctor commenced the solemn and measured intonation of that which he had meant all along to recite. An eye for an eye—magic for magic—let the outcome shew how well the lesson of the abyss had been learned! So in a clear voice Marinus Bicknell Willett began the second of that pair of formulae whose first had raised the writer of those minuscules—the cryptic invocation whose heading was the Dragon’s Tail, sign of the descending node

 
“OGTHROD AI’F
GEB’L—EE’H
YOG-SOTHOTH
‘NGAH’NG AI’Y
ZHRO!”

PixelClear.gifAt the very first word from Willett’s mouth the previously commenced formula of the patient stopped short. Unable to speak, the monster made wild motions with his arms until they too were arrested. When the awful name of Yog-Sothoth was uttered, the hideous change began. It was not merely a dissolution, but rather a transformation orrecapitulation; and Willett shut his eyes lest he faint before the rest of the incantation could be pronounced.
PixelClear.gifBut he did not faint, and that man of unholy centuries and forbidden secrets never troubled the world again. The madness out of time had subsided, and the case of Charles Dexter Ward was closed. Opening his eyes before staggering out of that room of horror, Dr. Willett saw that what he had kept in memory had not been kept amiss. There had, as he had predicted, been no need for acids. For like his accursed picture a year before, Joseph Curwen now lay scattered on the floor as a thin coating of fine bluish-grey dust.
 
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Posted
Posted
8 minutes ago, AdamSmith said:

^_^

'Cthulhu eats the little children,
Eats them all day long...'

The inimitable Bob Price https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_M._Price (defrocked former Baptist minister, now an avowed atheist) giving his canonical Sunday-morning closing event of the weekend-long NecronomiCon, the Cthulhu Prayer Breakfast:

 

Posted
23 minutes ago, AdamSmith said:

^_^

'Cthulhu eats the little children,
Eats them all day long...'

The inimitable Bob Price https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_M._Price (defrocked former Baptist minister, now an avowed atheist) giving his canonical Sunday-morning closing event of the weekend-long NecronomiCon, the Cthulhu Prayer Breakfast:

 

H. P. Lovecraft scholarship[edit]

As editor of the journal Crypt of Cthulhu[42] (published by Necronomicon Press) and of a series of Cthulhu Mythos anthologies,[43][44][45] Price has been a major figure in H. P. Lovecraft scholarship and fandom for many years.[46] In essays that introduce the anthologies and the individual stories, Price traces the origins of Lovecraft's entities, motifs, and literary style. The Cthulhu Cycle, for example, saw the origins of Cthulhu the octopoid entity in Alfred, Lord Tennyson's "The Kraken" (1830) and particular passages from Lord Dunsany, while The Dunwich Cycle points to the influence of Arthur Machen on Lovecraft's "The Dunwich Horror."

Price's religious background often informs his Mythos criticism, seeing gnostic themes in Lovecraft's fictional god Azathoth[47] and interpreting "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" as a kind of initiation ritual.[48]

Most of the early Cthulhu books by Chaosium were overseen by Price; his first book was The Hastur Cycle (1993), an anthology of short stories which traced the development of a single Lovecraftian element, and this was followed by Mysteries of the Worm (1993), a collection of Robert Bloch's Mythos fiction.[49]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_M._Price

Posted

Apollo 11 launch, 1969, 4 min 33 sec before launch. ’We are on the automatic sequence, as the master ground computer supervises hundreds of events occurring over the last seconds before launch...’

 

Where has our collective national brain gone?

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Posted
On 5/18/2020 at 11:16 PM, OhPlease said:

And finally, because this is life and when you really need to grasp onto something...this will help you.......I have others but I only have one choice before my account is gone.

 

 

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On 5/20/2020 at 1:15 AM, AdamSmith said:

 

No.

Guest OhPlease
Posted (edited)

This may be the funniest thing I’ve  ever posted ever. 

How can it possibly be so difficult to log into this website and even more difficult than that to get  your account deactivated?  

 

Edited by OhPlease
Guest OhPlease
Posted

This video actually saved me

Well it was really this one.....

Obviously,  none of them really worked, but they’re a centerpiece of my recovery.

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