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Midnight Pals: Manly Cthulhu
Lovecraft: hey everyone, just so you know Lovecraft: Cthulhu isn't a she but a he He'd feel deeply enraged if anyone regarded him as sissified! Poe: King: Koontz: Barker: Barker: ok sure don't misgender cthulhu Poe: clive Barker: important safety tip, got it
Lovecraft: i'm just saying, cthulhu is clearly a guy Lovecraft: he's always going around and doing supremely manly things Barker: like getting hit by boats? Lovecraft: yes exactly Lovecraft: that's super manly Lovecraft: 2 Gun Bob will back me up Robert E Howard: that's just plumb macho, pardna
Lovecraft: i think there might be some confusion about cthulhu's gender Lovecraft: because, you know, he's an incomprehensible squid god beyond human ken Lovecraft: so looking at his hectocotylus would instantly drive you insane
Lovecraft: cthulu is really the peak of masculinity if you think about it Barker: oh yeah? how do you figure that? Barker: how do you define peak manliness howard Lovecraft: oh well that's obvious Lovecraft: peak male performance is a reedy academic given to fainting
William Hope Hodgson: are you tired of bullies kicking sand in your face? Hodgson: take my new course on achieving peak manliness and, in just 5 weeks, I'll make you into the reedy anemic academic that everyone will respect for their mind Hodgson: Hodgson: no sorry this isn't working
Poe: howard is there some reason that you felt you needed to clarify this Lovecraft: i just feel like there's been a lot of sus pictures on deviantart lately
Lovecraft: also, i feel like people are starting to make a lot of assumptions ever since steve revealed that it is a she Poe: it is a she? King: yup that's right King: it is a she Poe: Poe: well that's a bit confusing Poe: but for you, steve, i'll make the effort
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Midnight Pals: Vermin
Hiron Ennes: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the works of vermin Ennes: a l'art dramatique in three acts Ennes: best paired with a mild sauvignon gris, served slightly chilled, for maximum elucidation Ennes: and your fanciest, frenchiest cheese
King: wow, hiron!! this sure is fancy! Ennes: hmm quite King: and this wine! it's real swell! King: um King: sorry is something wrong? Ennes: pinky finger extended, stephen King: oh right sorry Ennes: after all Ennes: [chuckles] we're not animals now are we?
Ennes: this story takes place in tiliard, where good taste is everything Ennes: just imagine a world run by evil, aristocratic ghouls Ennes: whose main concern is good taste King: well King: well, i can picture that first thing
Ennes: tiliard today Ennes: With bustling streets, machines, cafes Ennes: And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane Ennes: There’s prisons made of lead Ennes: And gargoyles of iron shreds Ennes: and guy moulene killing insects dead Ennes: clever little guy with his clever head
Ennes: guy moulene works as an exterminator Ennes: one day, working a job on the rue d' la chrystalized dreams, he pokes his poison clister into the wrong nest Ennes: and finds a giant centipede Brian Keene: a giant centipede, you say? Ennes: almost godlike Josh Millican: almost godlike, you say?
Ennes: now this centipede is so big King: how big is it? Ennes: why, it's almost as big as the overbearingly gauche flavor of a petite pinot cancaret (1835) incongruously paired with poached oceanic salmon in cream zitron remoulade
Ennes: and this centipede is so long! King: how long is it? Ennes: as long as the inter mezzo of Albernauch's retro-cabrian oratorio 'The False Daughter of Jarumundi Bonk: An Operetta on Craft' (1745) Ennes: [chuckles] and we all know how long that was Barker: oh yeah totally
Ennes: and of course we all know what they say about 'The False Daughter of Jarumundi Bonk: An Operetta on Craft' (1745) King: oh yeah absolutely Barker: oh yeah steve? Barker: what DO they say about it King: King: uhhh Ennes: cliveford please, it's gauche to put stephen on the spot like that
Ennes: of course as we all know, the thing about 'The False Daughter of Jarumundi Bonk: An Operetta on Craft' (1745) Ennes: is too much staccato, not enough vibrato King: ha ha ha!! King: oh man it's so true!! King: ha ha ha! Barker: stop laughing steve, you don't know what that means King: i King:
King: no i King: i do King: i'm always saying that about 'The False Daughter of Jarumundi Bonk: An Operetta on Craft' (1745) Barker: too much staccato, not enough vibrato? King: y-yeah Barker: about 'The False Daughter of Jarumundi Bonk: An Operetta on Craft' (1745)? King: y King: yeah
King: joe quick can you explain opera to me? Joe Hill: what? no
Ennes: let me tell you, this centipede was big Ennes: one time i threw a soiree Ennes: he showed up real drunk Ennes: leaned across my apertivo bar and called me a punk! Ennes: well, i took that remark rather tongue and cheek Ennes: but just to be safe i made his next drink weak
A Glorious 25th of May to everyone! A loving reminder on this day of Emotions;
Remember that your view of the past is skewed by nostalgia and a desire to return to youthful cluelessness. Don't fall for it.
We often don't appreciate what we have while we have it - therefor make time, because there are no guarantees about the future.
Grief can go from being constant to not quite forgotten to rolling over you in a tsunami. Give yourself grace.
Anger and spite can fuel you for a while, but you also need rest and food or you'll burn yourself out.
Hope is necessary for when anger is no longer enough.
Sometimes the only way to keep the bastards from getting you down is to be the bigger bastard.
Every year he forgot