Speaking of Christmas

What kind of pool does he build?

Apropos of the birth of old gods, today is C’thulu Day. Rather, today, August 20, is the birthday of H.P. Lovecraft.

I’d say Happy Birthday, but then, what is happiness but knowing that the thing we have been dreading will wait another day to devour us. To succumb to its foul maw is to embrace immortality.

I love H.P. Lovecraft’s writing. He looks straight in the face of the unthinkable and thinks about it.