Weird Stuff: Cthulhu Skeleton

So, there's this:

And you can get one of your very own

at forgottenboneyard.com

Weird Stuff: Cthulhu Nopales and Eggs

 Cthulhu Nopales and Eggs

Deep in the city of R’lyeh, there is no ingredient more rare and sought after than the desert grown paddles of nopales. So there is no better way to honor the priest of the Old Ones with this dish. Lucky for us nopales can be found ready to use in a jar at your local grocery store. If not available this recipe can easily substitute the napoles with any other green variety of pepper. Bell peppers, sweet peppers, and even jalapeño peppers – for those of you who are more dragon then octopus or human.

(Recipe here.)

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Book Review: Southern Gods, by John Horner Jacobs

    5/5 

1950s, the deep south. Hardboiled noir meets the Memphis blues and eldritch Lovecraftian horror. If any of those words ring your bell (or induce skittering waves of nauseous-yet-pleasurable horror), you must read Southern Gods right now.

Get ready to welcome the Old Ones to the bayou, when elusive blues player Ramblin' John Hastur releases a record that curdles the soul and calls to those that wait in the gulfs between the stars. Enter Bull, a damaged private dick in search of an A&R man gone missing while trying to sign Ramblin' John, and Sarah, an attractive lady with a gruesome family secret and an occult library to die for (who among us doesn't want a peek at the illustrated Necronomicon?), and you'll get an idea of what's in play in John Horner Jacobs' mind-blowing debut novel.

Needless to say, if that first paragraph is gibberish to you, or if appalling violence and obscene ancient rituals put you off your feed, please don't read this book. (There's also a smattering of sex, including a monumentally repulsive scene involving a kind of group possession, as well as lots of smoking, drinking and playing the blues, which you probably won't care for either, you prude.)

On the other hand, if you appreciate tight, literate prose seasoned with a great deal of thoroughly ooky splatter, look no further. Southern Gods made my Best of 2011 list: Horner brings a complicated era vividly to life and at the same time adds an original, dark, and swampy-foetid breath of air to the Lovecraft-inspired new weird.

You have been warned.