Sometimes I ask questions online, that I already know the answer to, just to glimpse the howling pit of insanity from which people crawl forth like demons to give their answers.
To which a wise soul on Twitter responded: “Lovecraftian observational humour might be your very individual niche.”
I love the idea of Lovecraftian observational humour. I may have to steal that. *scribbles it down in the back of my Necronomicon*
It turns out my phone doesn’t know how to spell Necronomicon or Lovecraftian but does know how to spell Cthulhu. Clearly I’m in the mouth of madness.
Someone else on Twitter pointed out that I should have written in the Necronomicon in blood. It doesn’t accept other inks. At least not without paying a price for the transgression.
Don’t worry, I used red biro. It will never know the difference. Wait. I have to investigate a strange noise issuing forth from a dark place. Brb.
Anyway, there’s a howling pit of insanity and this is where people with weird-ass opini…
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