…Okay, no, not really. I have a really bad head cold and I didn’t sleep well last night, so I do look all pale and snotty and gross and eldritch.
I just wanted to be able to say that. Iä!
For a minute there I thought I was going to have to call my friends for a “night at the opera.” Hmmm…I’ll call them anyway just in case.
Marc
I understand that head colds can influence the perception of colour.
Just sayin’, is all.
I have a friend with the Innsmouth look. I refer to him as a Deep One. He doesn’t seem to mind.
If they show you the Tiara from the Temple of Dagon, drag it over to Antiques Roadshow and see what they think of it, and what you can get for it. (“Antique non-Euclidean Batrachian Ornament ---- $10,000”)
So today I went down to visit my grandmother in many-columned Y’ha-nthlei…
Did she give you Barnacles and Sea Cucumbers and Mermaid’s Purses? Grandmothers always spoil their grandkids.
Did you get to pet her Shoggoth?
And who, I mean, what got eaten first?