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Tuesday, August 15, 2006 

The toys out of space

Browse around here for a bit, ignore the huge range of Cthulhu plushes (I've got one, and am kind of tempted by the GIANT one, though) and contemplate the fact that you can assemble a decent collection of Lovecraftian monstrosities in cuddly form. I'm kind of tempted by the Hound of Tindalos, but am unsure why anyone would want a Shoggoth.

I am so expecting a Cthulhu valentine in six months.

What, from me?

Well, think about it - who the fuck else would send me a Cthulhu valentine?

Nobody, that's who.

Yes, dear, but I have rules. One of which is I don't send nobody nothing if I'm not getting laid myself. Still, plenty of time before February...

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