Or a room with corners.
But I LIKE doggies! 
Thank you!
non-euclidian angles!
cyplopean!
gibbeous moon!
Ayieeeeeeeeee!
Eldritch!
Ichor!
Squamous!
“Why choose the lesser of two evils?”
So do you simply believe the mythos or true? Or are they part of system of faith? Are you religious in any way, and if so, how do the mythos factor into that?
“2! 4!
6! 8!
Who do we decerebrate?
Miskatonic! Miskatonic! Miskatonic!
RAH!”
Going further, are you just doing this for attention? You do realize H.P. Lovecraft (with some help) made all of this stuff up, right?
And if you liked the tract, you ought to pick up A Shoggoth On The Roof, a Lovecraftian production set to the music of a certain Broadway classic. “There are some things Man was not meant to adapt to musical theatre.”
Heck, I’m going to fire up the DVd machine and watch In the Mouth of Madness and **Re-Animator[/b–Ia! Cthulhu ftaghn!
Not that that ever stopped Lloyd Weber or Benny & Bjorn…
:eek:
This might actually get me into musical theatre 
Gooooooooooooooooooooo Pods!
I really should borrow a digital camera so that I may upload images of my Esoteric Order Of Dagon ceremonial mask and vestments
So, know of any good seafood places in Innsmouth?
Everybody knows that in the eighties, the Gilman house underwent a kind of revival. They not only refurbished their hotel rooms, but added on a restaurant. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that many of the dishes were certified kosher by a local rabbi named Shattenhart. From that kitchen flowed forth an incredible mix of styles from around the world-from New England classics, to the cajun cuisine of the bayou, to Chinese and Japanese dishes which would do an Iron Chef proud. I particularly recommend General Tso’s Despair (breading, sesame seeds, a lemon sauce, indescribable) , The Flesh Of Dagon (a variety of seafoods, not only fish but marine plants as well, arranged in the likeness of a Babylonian fish god. Fires of Jamaican rum burn in the eyes, allowing you to cook your meal to perfection) and The Mountains Of Chocolate Madness (a splendiferous dessert consisting of more varieties of chocolate than I can list. It was almost more than I could finish. The whole thing is topped with hot fudge, chocolate whipped cream, an a chocolate-covere maraschino cherry).
After eating there I have the most wonderful dreams in which, flanked by icthic guardians, I swim through sunken ruins and discover ancient secrets.
Strangely, though, all the next day he felt clammy and breathless, and had trouble seeing…
So you’ve eaten there? I figure it must be a reaction to the extra MSG or something.
Wait a minute!
That was your picture on the ‘Do Not Accept Checks’ list!
You do realise Paul made all this stuff up rig…wrong thread.
May I be eaten first? pleeeeeeease!
Damn, that sounds good. Perhaps we should schedule the next Dopefest there?
(What would a “non-euclidian” angle look like, anyways?)