During the making of the first Hellboy film, the SAG insisted on an audition process and threatened to “raise hell” if otherwise. The two finalists to emerge for the titular role were Ron Perlman and DJ Qualls. Del Toro had worked with Perlman before and had actually written the script with him in mind. However, the “powers that be” from SAG were sold on Qualls and exerted as much pressure as they could on Del Toro to get him the part. Qualls finally had to take himself out of the running when an audience test panel found him less than convincing as a red-skinned, muscle-bound son of the devil.
[QUOTE=Lovecraft had written a recipe for cheesecake on the back of the front page, and it was misfiled until 2007 in his food- and cooking-related files at Miskatonic University.[/QUOTE]
It had been found stuck to his recipe for Tom Hanks Fudge. At the bottom was this note, thought to be written by Lovecraft himself: “Recommended for this recipe is Blawnox Hershey Chocolate. It sucks, but not as bad as Lunar Chocolate. Also, it’s cheap.”
Some smart-ass back in the '60s had opened a small chain of sex-toy shops called, “LoveCrafts,” hoping to snag the SF/horror crowd. A few weeks later, the entire chain had vanished from the face of the Earth, leaving smoking craters in their wake. H.P.L. told close friends, and his publisher, that the Old Ones were displeased with the slander of their “Shower of the Way” and made an example of the erotic retailer.
Lovecraft-themed erotic retailers which have, at one time or another, opened (and eventually closed) establishments in the Greater Blawnox area include LoveCrafts, Shagging Shoggoths, Cthulhu Do You Think You’re F**king, The Old Hard Ones and Squamous ‘n’ Sexxxy.
Not to mention the Nasty Necronomicon (must provide ID).
The Old Ones were displeased with all of these. In fact the Old Ones are always displeased with everything. I can’t think of one damn thing they’ve ever been pleased with. What a bunch of grouches.
My names is Annie, and I am a card carrying member of The One Ones. I hate everything.
The One Ones were eventually displaced and wiped out by The Two Twos who hate everything twice.
Number two on the Two Two’s list of what they hate is turtle dove shit.
Everyone would be well advised to keep a fair distance from Lumpy as smoking craters tend to expel a poisonous amount of sulphur.
The noted street poet and performance artist Three Three (the former Lawrence Ralph Kramden Cheetahfast Peculiar Oddbody “Pookie Bear” Phartuccio-Smythe) listed “poisonous amount of sulphur” as one of his favorite things in a June 1977 interview in The Blawnox Babbler.
The ancient Paraduvian prophet Sulfuriel foretold the art of Three Three way back in his Scroll of Second Paraduveth, saying, “Merrily, merrily, I say unto thee, merrily, merrily: Three Three shall be the poet thou shalt count, and the poet of the counting shall be Three Three. The Four Tops shalt thou not count, neither count thou The times Square Two excepting that thou then proceed to Three Three. The Fifth Dimension is right out.”
The ancient Paraduvian prophet Sulfuriel met with an awful end.
Like all prophets and other fortune tellers, Sulfuriel was unable predict his imminent death. Also, he failed to foresee just how awful it would be and that his long-time lover was cheating on him. It was this lover’s 17 other lovers who carried out the brutal murder of Sulfuriel.
Sulfuriel’s death came as he tried to consummate his marriage to Hydrogenes. The resulting mix ate through all seven floors of the Oxygenic Inn, where they were honeymooning.
After crashing through the seven floors of the Oxygenic Inn, Sulfuriel’s lover Hydrogenes and the 17 other lovers stabbed, stoned, whipped, beat, poisoned, bludgeoned, shot, kicked, choked, and defenestrated Sulfuriel. The fortune teller fell down upon the street outside where he was ultimately ran over by an ox cart. Reportedly, his dying words were “Well, that was unexpected.”
“The Seven Floors of the Oxygenic Inn,” was Rush’s first attempt at a concept album. Neil Peart declined to take part in writing the lyrics because he couldn’t think of eight words (seven floors and roof) that rhymed with “Oxygenic.”
The 8 Words That Rhyme With Oxygenic are, in alphabetical order: blue, pygmy, globe, sustained, recherche, banana, netherworld, zodiac and Elendil’s Heir.
:: golf clap ::
“I’m feeling kind of blue, my pygmy friend, so I think I’ll take a trip across the globe, sustained by Oreos and cold milk, seeking out recherche attractions, munching the occasional banana for potassium, steering clear of the netherworld and ignoring all zodiac-related predictions as I go,” Elendil’s Heir never said before.
For his last meal before going to Florida’s electric chair, Alex Trebeck asked "Can I please have milk, Oreos, bananas and Elendil’s Hare? The request was denied.