Then I realized that I had spelled it wrong in that previous post. It's "Cthulhu Fhtaghn!" That explains it.
But in the process I found this cute blog entry that was Cthulhu-related. You go, Judge Moore! Score one for the deep ones.
When my friends and I were but wee bairns, (OK, we were teenagers) we used to read H. P. Lovecraft, and eventually we came upon the Ed Simon version of the Necronomicon. (see it here online, at the time of this posting) We sensed it was a goofy joke of a book, but it was fun creeping ourselves out and making stupid references to it. We did have a few acquaintences who took it too seriously.
One fellow called Brian's house late one night in a panic because he had been reading the spells aloud at midnight and was worried that deep ones were going to materialize at any moment to drag him off to R'lyeh. Bill nearly made him wet his pants when he said "Uh oh" in response to pretty much every detail the poor fellow recounted about how he had gone about reading the book. Ah, the fun of a misspent youth!
Speaking of which, I have to dig up my ouija board to hide in the house somewhere so the girls can find it when they're 12 and have a giggle over it.
Okay, so I had a strange teenagehood. Don't make fun of me, or you'll find Yog Sothoth knocking on your door.Posted by James at November 7, 2003 1:20 AM