Not that it was so difficult, in this case. But I like to remind you from time to time:

I am right about everything.

Open two tabs in your browser window.

On the first tab. Go here.

20 seconds after that, start this.

It's like Dueling Banjos. It is sublime. My glee muscles cramped.

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Lovecraft Week, some time dreaming, will wake again to engulf our world on Wednesday, where it left off. Whether one Wednesday is the last or new or come round again, is not ours to know, as apes clinging to our inch of time in the depth of cold aeons.

That or I was lazy.

Mglw'nafh!
 

ditriech: should i bring tang? 14:40
zero dutch: No 14:40
ditriech: buzzkill. 14:50
zero dutch: Weirdo 14:51

ditriech:  Also, I'm about to get a Growler of beer. Stay tuned   14:27
zerodutch: And I'm stuck at my boss's place working. I hate you. 14:29
ditriech: I just finished a Growler in 20 minutes. Now a rhino hero 15:22
zerodutch: Hate hate hate 15:23 

Bonus head-scratcher, below.

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Favorite passage from The Shadow Over Innsmouth, so far: 

Just what foreign blood was in him I could not even guess. His oddities certainly did not look Asiatic, Polynesian, Levantine, or negroid, yet I could see why people found him alien. I myself would have thought of biological degeneration rather than alienage.

"Alienage"! "Levantine"! It's like I'm back in Ohio, trapped with Jimmy and Robbie, wondering who in the room is insane. Why isn't "negroid" capitalized? What are the rules for this? 

It struck me right away that H.P. ignored Mark Twain and Poe, and held tight to Stoker's brand of Miscegenation Horror. Every bit about people turning into squid has them stopping first at "Inuit" or "Chinaman" or "Mulatto." 

It's really distracting. Less because the Evils of Racism, than X decade's panic doesn't carry well.* Lovecraft seems to think Central Asians were inspiring, and enlightened. Like the white people, Tibetan "sensitives" go mad when faced with the evil that happens every Tuesday in Lovecraft's Iceland. Among the Savages.

That's as good as random. I don't trust a French Canadian as far as I can smell him. Him, because they don't have women. Possum, mostly.

But who knows what my grandkids will think, when I stick a flashlight under my chin and conclude "the thing was almost upon me ... and in final dread I caught the scent of back-bacon."

They'll wheel me into my Pod and turn on the Kittenworld! sim, hopefully. Or the Hendricksplane. Depending on what fell off first. Then they'll try to be less bored, talking about how Sara Dunkle is so lame, she can only date Samoans.

What I'm saying is, it takes you out of the story. But is funny.

Levantine!

Update: AAAAH! SHIT! AAAAAAH!! SHIT! AAH!!!

Sudden Earthquake with Epicenter in Montreal

Make your time ...

Update 2: Read eight more stories. Of those, two featured protagonists with black cats named Nigger.**

Another has, as it's central motivation, the fact that New York is full of dirty foreigners speaking dirty foreign languages and ruining the city with their foreigner ugliness.

You know, for a guy who was also fascinated by navel-gazing Patrician families from towns sized "small," "rustic" and "gene pool crisis" ... Lovecraft had some issues. 

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So two things happened at once. I took the weekend reading a bunch of Lovecraft stories back-to-back-to-back. This was a first. After a life of games, movies, music, jokes, comics and commentary, full of Lovecraft ideas, I finally scanned His Own. And was surprised. And disappointed. And impressed. And amused.

(Protip: Do read it while drinking, don't read it after you take melatonin. Unless you have an audience. More on that later.)

But! There would be no Lovecraft Week without Sarah Palin. She did the second thing. She roused me from work-bred forgetfulness, and put this project on track.

Also, she may have actually pledged herself to Deep Ones. Or taken ecstasy with gin. Or maybe it's Monday. I don't know.
 

Kablooie: That makes me want to vomit.
Bizzo: It's wonderful
"Man's efforts have been futile"
Does she think the oil spill is Cthulhu?
Is she devoting herself to Cthulhu, to stop the oil spill??
What in the hell prompted that little outburst?
"Man's efforts have been futile." 
I think she needs a hug.
Kablooie: if by hug you mean "poison" then I'd agree
Bizzo: No. We need her to run for office again.
With that as her campaign slogan.
Her VP will be a nuclear warhead. Named Vernon.
She'll run on a platform of The End of The World, and America's acceptance of a new life among the stars, past death, with her friends the Comet Bears.
Kablooie: and then the republican party will simply explode? is that how it ends?
Bizzo: Depends on how careless she is with Vernon.
 

Let's go.
 

Ok. So.

ksg just informed me that the wonderful website "facebook.com" is having a thing.

Wait, let me mostly explain that. They have a section in which you can beta test something for facebook.  Fuck if i know what it is. But, you have both an interesting question and answer to that question facebook might consider you! 

Or steal your info! Whatever!

Anyhoo, the link is here. And the contest is this: you the reader (writer) of cofabg will write a question and we the writers (readers) will answer it in our very own facebook beta test thing. You can either post a comment here, email to cofabg@gmail.com or you know im us. If you know our screennames. Which, i'm sure you do. Because the only people that read cofabg _also_ write for cofabg.

So let's go!

Or something more colorful, you decide.

Upon hearing this morning that the Pac-10 apparently doesn't stand for Pacific, or Ten, or caring about anything other than revenue (and why I'm so incredibly worked up over the Big 12 getting eaten alive is a curious thing, but I digress) and are willing to take on basically half the Big 12 so that they can get a Texas d. USC conference championship (which would be nice), I decided to go back to the drawing board in my old realign college football project.

I BLOG THIS FROM A LAND OF ICE AND SNOW BLISTERING FUCKING HEAT. I MEAN JESUS DC, WHAT THE FUCK.

Ahem. Sorry for that. Mostly.

Anyhoo, I really wanted to, you know, jump back into blogging today. Or something. But I had a minor problem of electricity loss^sd for the past week or so. Or exactly one week. I cant remember. It’s not like it’s been so hot the only way I was able to keep cool was by drinking beer or anything. No! Never!