Lunch Post: Cthulhu! [UPDATED]
My knowledge of this Lunch Post began in the late summer, emerging while I sat pondering the swirling, malevolent, nimbus of the hurricane Irene, around 1:17 pm on Sunday, August the 28th.
I was newly arrived at a venerable Massachusetts town, dense with disturbing histories of New England lore, and I was not yet inured to the dark stares of its substantial women and tremulous academics. This was a curious piece of paper I held, yellow as a jaundiced widower, clearly of modern design. The verso was blank, featureless but for a narrow strip of stickiness, some invisible ichor present only to the touch. The face bore a curious legend, in an unschooled hand, unconvincingly proclaiming courage and recalling a strange name, which I hesitate to repeat in this account. At the top—and the reader will forgive me, as my hands tremble upon the keyboard—a strange drawing, as of a terrible nest of appendages, fit only to grasp some cyclopean edifice. I suspected at the time, and now know, that this was no ordinary Lunch Post, but one that threatened to thrust the most stalwart man into fits of quivering madness.
[apologies to H. P. Lovecraft]
I love my son.
BTW, if you appreciate Cthulhu, you will love Andrew Leman and the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society.
Ia! Genius! Stupid Cthulhu is gonna get it!
Love!
Ha ha! Cthulhu won’t be able to sit down (even on chairs with non-Euclidian angles) for a week!
The idea that not only does Cthulu have a dad, but that he can be narc’ed upon is simply lovely.
Brilliant, Ben!
Brilliant Ben and brilliant you! Your intro here somehow reminded me of “with his stained and shapeless hat…” but that is for another lunch post.
I was pulling out my best psuedo-Lovecraft.
Found out about this site via today’s io9 article – YOU ARE AMAZING! Major kudos to you and Ben for coming up with such amazing comics.
You are definitely one of the best fathers in the world.