I actually saw that prior to my post and it didnt list anything particularly special about it… so i figured there was something i was missing.
I’m sure you know by now that H.P. Lovecraft wrote a string of horror novels based loosely on Babylonian mythos wherein poor average humans had to face the monstrosities summoned from another plane by cult followers of the ancient slumbering god, Cthulhu.
In the American Sci-Fi Con scene and role-playing game community, Cthulhu has a sort of kitsch popularity.
One popular role-playing game was “Call of Cthulhu” which pit normal humans up against the cultists trying to bring Cthulhu to this plane and when the players ran into one of these summoned creatures, a SAN or Sanity check was called for. Losing a SAN check could cause you to lose your Sanity score or result in a psychological disorder.
Because of this game, however people in the sci-fi community started having an in joke at cons about making “Sanity checks” and others at cons who enjoyed the literature began enjoying talking to people who also enjoyed and understood the literature (unlike the general populace who will look at ya funny if you mention it.)
Images of Cthulhu started popping up at cons and people, liking to make fun of things that are supposed to be scary or deadly or horrifying, started making light of Cthulhu in new and interesting ways.
“Vote for Cthulhu! Cthulhu for President! ... why pick the LESSER of two evils.”
Instead of Hello Kitty, Hello, Cthulhu with an adorable plush multi-tentacled elder-god complete with pink bow.
Or Pokethulhu, riffing off of Pokemon and Cthulhu combined.
In any event, Cthulhu has a huge cult following…. I mean…. of people who enjoy the “fictional” god….. right people? “fictional”
*looks nervous as his eyes dart around nervously clutching a stick of dynamite and lighter so tightly his knuckles are white*
and now, finally because I know this was a dry read, for those Cthulhu fans, a little Cthulhu joke:
After long deliberation, and consultation with dried goat entrails, a winner has been decided on…Paul Robinson, come on down! For his winning joke, Paul gets a kick in the neck, a face full of mud, and a copy of H.P. Lovecraft’s Kingsport! In case you’re curious, here’s the entry that topped all others…
A Servitor of the Outer Gods slithers into a pub. Its a friendly place, so the locals strike up a conversation. Eventually one of the locals asks the Servitor what it does for a living.
“I’m a musician” relies the Servitor. “I can play any instrument known to man, and any other race come to think of it. I’ve done gigs for Azathoth at the centre of the Universe!”
The locals take this as a challenge. “Prove it! Drinks all night if you can play any three instruments we give you to play. Otherwise you’ll but a round for the whole bar!”
Relishing the challenge the Servitor says “You’re on.”
The first instrument the locals produce is a flute. “Too easy!” says the Servitor. Its tentacles wrap around the instrument, and it pipes away. Discordant sounds and outré rhythms issue forth. As a result a couple of the locals curl up into the foetal position, and one or two gibber in the corner. But in the end those that remain standing are suitably impressed.
The next instrument is a guitar. The Servitor looks at it carefully, picked it up and turns it over once or twice. But really, it is no challenge. Plucking sounds that a human with a mere ten fingers could never hope to do, sounds issue forth that challenged the very sanity of the drunkest bar patron. Again however, the locals have to admit the Servitor was damn good.
The last instrument is a set of bagpipes. For moment the Servitor contemplates it. It picks it up, and its tentacles and pseudopods ooze over the intrument. It turns it around and goes through the same process.
This carries on for a few minutes, the Servitor becoming more and mystified. Eventually the locals start getting a bit restless, “Come on” one wag calls out. “You said you can play anything! Give us our beer if you can’t. Can you play it or not?”
“Play it” replies the Servitor. “What do you mean play it? I’m too busy trying to work out how to have sex with it.”