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The incomprehensible, mad gods of the outer parts of the universe are served by these strange, bloated, blind things. They continually dance around the great Azathoth, playing insane melodies to appease the Blind Idiot God. Theyalso perform the terrifying will of their masters throughout the cosmos, often "assisting" ignorant cultists in serving the will of the Outer Gods.
It's probably just something wrong with my brain, but don't these images of horse ribbons look like images of Cthulhu?
The people of Kingsport have a unique Yuletide celebration, dating back to before even the pagans.
Crawling things, flying abominations, and the Worm That Walks...
I saw her from a distance, gray and grim, as if she'd been crucified on the truck's radiator grill. But when I went up for a closer look, there was something more to her.
At first glance, she looked abused, another poor tortured toy. I'd seen plenty of teddy bears on radiator grills over the years, a few cabbage patch dolls and the odd smurf. One of these days, I imagine I'll see a Blythe on a radiator grill and won't that be a photo op!
But the longer I looked, the less sure I was that she was tortured at all. She'd ridden long and hard on the front of that truck. Her dress was in tatters and much of her face was gone. Yet she was still smiling. Still, smiling, think of that.
She had an eerie Children of the Corn meets the Wicker Man air about her. And I realized that she had been transformed and was inhabited by one of the old ones, something fierce and gray and blind and female and powerful. And I realized that whoever had strapped her to this truck was playing with fire. A victim she may have started, but now SHE was in control.
I saw a couple of guys twiddling with a utility box across the street. I walked over to them, stepping through puddles of slush, glad my shoes were warm and waterproof.
"Hey, I like your doll!"
The fellow nearest me gave a start and looked up.
"Yeah," He grinned, but seemed a bit anxious about my comment. "I found her. You should have seen her. I wired her to the grill." His grin became deeper and his eyes widened as he remembered his mischief. "Her clothes have worn away."
"So has her face." I hollered back over the road noise.
"She's been on there for years." He said.
"She's still smiling though, did you notice? She's still smiling."
He looked very uncomfortable again. I continued, "Does she have a name? Surely, you gave her a name. What's her name?"
"No name." He wanted this conversation over, I could tell. He glanced over at the truck and I do believe she made him anxious now.
I looked at her and felt the opposite. She was a fellow traveller. I felt solidarity with her, with all the gray worn female deities.
"She needs a name. She's a road warrior for sure. No eyes, and still she smiles. And that dress? She's exploded out of it like the incredible Hulk, like a superhero. You need to give her a name. She's awesome."
And with that, I left.
But I did take these pictures to share with you. Let me know if you see her.
Préparez-vous ... ce monstre Mythos n'a pas été inventé par H. P. Lovecraft! Mais dans les années 1960 !!!!
Les Cthoniens sont d'immenses vers souterrains qui ressemblent à des calmars et qui vivent des milliers d'années. Bien qu'ils puissent voyager sans être vus sous la terre, un son chantant accompagne chacun d'eux, ce qui est souvent votre seul avertissement avant qu'il ne frappe ...
1. Oh, Cthulhu!, 2. Cthulhu is Making New Friends, 3. Checking Out the Competition, 4. Evil Needs Candy Too, 5. Family Reunion, 6. Hide & Seek, 7. Mastering the Modern Art of Texting, 8. You Will Pay for this Indignity, 9. A Bed Fit for a God, 10. H is for Horrible, 11. Spring in January, 12. Cthulhu & Michele in Happier Times, 13. Premiere Party, 14. Attempted Escape, 15. Really?, 16. Inauguration Day, 17. Take Your Monster to Work Day, 18. Ceiling Cthulhu iz Watching, 19. Best Seat in the House, 20. Swingin' on a Star, 21. Masked & Anonymous, 22. At the Movies, 23. Burp., 24. Cthulhu Finds a Worthy Mount, 25. Are You Feeling Lucky?, 26. Mirror, Mirror, 27. A Kindred Spirit, 28. Humans with Initiative are Useful, 29. My Other Cthulhu, 30. A Happy Ending
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Upto the French Revolution, the little village, next to the Baume-Abbey was called "Baume-les-Moines", as there was not much more than that. With the revolution it changed to "Baume-les-Messieurs" - and now, since it is one of the most beautiful villages in France ("Les plus beaux villages de France") - it could be changed to "Baume-les-Touristes".
Baume-Abbey is really old, going back to a settlement of irish monks around Saint Colombanus within the 6th century. 732 Saracens destroyed the monastry, that got refounded in the early 9th century during the reign of Louis the Pious by Saint Eutice, a disciple of Benedict of Aniane (see "Sélestat - Sainte-Foy"). End of the 9th century the Normans raided the whole of Burgundy - and Baume-Abbey was in ruins again. Berno refounded the abbey a second time - and had success. Actually he had such a wow, that in 910, William of Aquitaine asked him to be the first abbot of the new monastry in the village of Cluny, so by now he is known as "Berno of Cluny".
The walls of the passage-way between the entrance yard and the former cloister are covered with carved graffitis. Not oldones - compared to the nice carved capital.
Préparez-vous ... ce monstre Mythos n'a pas été inventé par H. P. Lovecraft! Mais dans les années 1960 !!!!
Les Cthoniens sont d'immenses vers souterrains qui ressemblent à des calmars et qui vivent des milliers d'années. Bien qu'ils puissent voyager sans être vus sous la terre, un son chantant accompagne chacun d'eux, ce qui est souvent votre seul avertissement avant qu'il ne frappe ...
Lockdown rummage and found some old ambulance pictures!
Not too long ago but one forgets the vehicles so quickly!!
Some Renault ambulances here from a few years back!
They were the first we had in YAS to have ramps at the back.
Plus a Volvo car (RRV) too..
At Middlewood Ambulance Station..
I work for Yorkshire Ambulance Service in and around the city of Sheffield in South Yorkshire.
It’s a great job and I feel very honoured to be able to help people at their point of need.
Check out the website for all sorts of info re YAS and the work we do.
Préparez-vous ... ce monstre Mythos n'a pas été inventé par H. P. Lovecraft! Mais dans les années 1960 !!!!
Les Cthoniens sont d'immenses vers souterrains qui ressemblent à des calmars et qui vivent des milliers d'années. Bien qu'ils puissent voyager sans être vus sous la terre, un son chantant accompagne chacun d'eux, ce qui est souvent votre seul avertissement avant qu'il ne frappe ...
I saw her from a distance, gray and grim, as if she'd been crucified on the truck's radiator grill. But when I went up for a closer look, there was something more to her.
At first glance, she looked abused, another poor tortured toy. I'd seen plenty of teddy bears on radiator grills over the years, a few cabbage patch dolls and the odd smurf. One of these days, I imagine I'll see a Blythe on a radiator grill and won't that be a photo op!
But the longer I looked, the less sure I was that she was tortured at all. She'd ridden long and hard on the front of that truck. Her dress was in tatters and much of her face was gone. Yet she was still smiling. Still, smiling, think of that.
She had an eerie Children of the Corn meets the Wicker Man air about her. And I realized that she had been transformed and was inhabited by one of the old ones, something fierce and gray and blind and female and powerful. And I realized that whoever had strapped her to this truck was playing with fire. A victim she may have started, but now SHE was in control.
I saw a couple of guys twiddling with a utility box across the street. I walked over to them, stepping through puddles of slush, glad my shoes were warm and waterproof.
"Hey, I like your doll!"
The fellow nearest me gave a start and looked up.
"Yeah," He grinned, but seemed a bit anxious about my comment. "I found her. You should have seen her. I wired her to the grill." His grin became deeper and his eyes widened as he remembered his mischief. "Her clothes have worn away."
"So has her face." I hollered back over the road noise.
"She's been on there for years." He said.
"She's still smiling though, did you notice? She's still smiling."
He looked very uncomfortable again. I continued, "Does she have a name? Surely, you gave her a name. What's her name?"
"No name." He wanted this conversation over, I could tell. He glanced over at the truck and I do believe she made him anxious now.
I looked at her and felt the opposite. She was a fellow traveller. I felt solidarity with her, with all the gray worn female deities.
"She needs a name. She's a road warrior for sure. No eyes, and still she smiles. And that dress? She's exploded out of it like the incredible Hulk, like a superhero. You need to give her a name. She's awesome."
And with that, I left.
But I did take these pictures to share with you. Let me know if you see her.
Above: Preparation for the couple's "Lovecraftian performance" on Feb 11, 2012
"Monster Movie Seminar"
organized by Aaron Delehanty & Matt Fagan
Hinge Gallery
1955 West Chicago Avenue
Chicago, IL 60622
yuck, it's so sharp because (mea culpa) i scanned it from a, emm, photo on a matte paper :/ (i know i know)