Behold, the visual wonder of Rauberhohle.

I LOVE this comic — one of the best I’ve ever read.  Go to IDW publishing and buy every issue…now.

As far as I can gather, it’s about an extra-dimensional worm-like entity that inhabits a victorian gentleman’s corpse, peeking out through his left ocular orbit.  This worm fights all sorts of supernatural baddies.  Pretty WEIRD storyline — awesome.  And Templesmith’s art is awesome.

http://www.idwpublishing.com/titles/wormwood.shtml

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Just reserved my hosting for simulacult.com — been playing around with mockups for the game design.  Enjoy - and please don’t steal anything from the picture. (buncha miscreants)

Whoa, my youngest daughter decided that the normal 3.5 hours of fretful rest that Daddy normally receives are far too many.  She woke up at 2:00 AM this morning and went back to sleep around 5.  I laid down but just sat there.  So I got back up and plugged in to the intertubes.  Boy, have I been out of it….is it that culture jams that much faster than when I was in my early twenties (I am a, gasp, thirty something)?

http://www.americanzombiemovie.com - this movie looks hilarious!  “Are there flesh eating zombies?  Well, let me ask you this: are there flesh eating humans?”

Wow — this synfig software is unbelievably cool — a vector animation studio for free. And, I must say that the pirate sheep with the pistols in the Pirates of Voira picture kicks some serious asshole. I’m not an animator, but I wanna download this and install it just to have it on my computer.

http://synfig.org/Main_Page

The sources for this cut-up are: Shadow over Innsmouth and Alice in Wonderland.
One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, the door led right into a large kitchen, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, which was full of smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic. She had changed - as those who take to the water change - and told me she had never died. Instead, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, she had gone to a spot her dead son had learned about, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.

‘There’s certainly too much pepper in that soup!’ Alice said to herself, and had leaped to a realm whose wonders - destined for him as well - he had spurned with a smoking pistol. This was to be my realm, as well as she could for sneezing.There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, too - I could not escape it. I would never die, it was sneezing and howling alternately without a moment’s pause. The only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze, but would live with those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth.

I met also that which had been her grandmother. For eighty thousand years Pth’thya-l’yi had lived in Y’ha-nthlei, were the cook, and thither she had gone back after Obed Marsh was dead. Y’ha-nthlei was not destroyed when the upper-earth men shot death into the sea. It was hurt, and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and grinning from ear to ear.

‘Please would you tell me, but not destroyed. The Deep Ones could never be destroyed,’ said Alice, even though the palaeogean magic of the forgotten Old Ones might sometimes check them. For the present they would rest; but some day, a little timidly, if they remembered, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, they would rise again for the tribute Great Cthulhu craved. It would be a city greater than Innsmouth next time. They had planned to spread, ‘why your cat grins like that?’

‘It’s a Cheshire cat, and had brought up that which would help them,’ said the Duchess, but now they must wait once more. For bringing the upper-earth men’s death I must do a penance, ‘and that’s why. Pig!’

She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby, but that would not be heavy. This was the dream in which I saw a shoggoth for the first time, and not to her, and the sight set me awake in a frenzy of screaming. That morning the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Innsmouth look.

So far I have not shot myself as my uncle Douglas did. I bought an automatic and almost took the step, so she took courage, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and went on again:–

‘I didn’t know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, and I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps instead of fearing them. I hear and do strange things in sleep, I didn’t know that cats could grin.’

‘They all can, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full change as most have waited. If I did,’ said the Duchess; `and most of ‘em do.’

‘I don’t know of any that do, my father would probably shut me up in a sanitarium as my poor little cousin is shut up. Stupendous and unheard-of splendors await me below,’ Alice said very politely, ‘and I shall seek them soon. Ia-R’lyehl Cihuiha flgagnl id Ia!’ No, feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation.

‘You don’t know much, I shall not shoot myself - I cannot be made to shoot myself!’ said the Duchess; ‘and that’s a fact.’

Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark.

In case you can’t read the note — it says “Dear sirs — why i have no more sea monkeys.”  You see, Transcience gives you ANOTHER packet of sea monkeys and water purifier for free (well, not free, they charge $3) if you lose your sea monkeys for ANY reason within the first two years of purchase.  My reason was my 2-year-old daughter, who apparently has a taste for sea monkeys.  My wife went in to my office and discovered her up on the desk, the lid to my thriving sea monkey colony pried off and tossed aside, and Lily devouring spoonfuls of seamonkeys like so many bowls of chowda.  The as-yet-uneated, poor salina were racing back and forth in the water; I’m unsure if they were excited by all the commotion or silently screaming and lamenting over the wholesale genocide of their brethren.

Consider this my “Hello World” Post.