Friday, August 21, 2009

Not dead but dreaming.

After last night's wild party to celebrate HP Lovecraft's 119th birthday, I found Cthulhu passed out on the dining room table. This gave me a good chance to take a photo of the work I've been doing on the top of his head. When he woke up, he was feeling a little light-headed, so I gave him a hand up, and snapped a shot of the beads on the back of his head. Even though I'd turned the flash off, he was still irritated and threatened to eat my soul, but we both know he didn't really mean it.


  1. Will Mr. Cthulhu be gracing New York with his presence? Or will he be turning your house into his vacation lair while you're away?

  2. Mr. Cthulhu is accompany me to New York so that I can keep working on him!