Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The Schwa Countdown
G. W. Ferguson reminded me about SCHWA several months ago. A decade or so back I had sent away a buck to a PO Box somewhere near Seattle and got the biggest damn role of stickers I have ever seen. Round stickers with the NO like in no smoking stamp over a picture of a grey humanoid from Zeta Reticuli (as seen on the cover of Whitley Strieber's COMMUNION). 2,000 separate stickers. Now, for two bucks I'd be luck to get one pill of Extendz or even less. But G. W., in his infinite wisdom, sent me a link to Schwa, I held onto it because the link only had the countdown with the clock ticking. Would aliens arrive? Would Lovecraftian monsters arise from the oceans or zoom in from the star Aldeberan? Nope, nothing like that. They're account just went past due. Ah, well.
Labels:
Cthulhu,
G.W. Ferguson,
H. P. Lovecraft,
Schwa
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I think Chutlhu likes chordates. He just doesn't want to pal around with them, but they have many uses for him.
Are any of the Great Old Ones chordates?
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