The Ten Days of Cthulhu (ok… sorta eleven)
I have spent the last couple of weeks writing, submitting, and then recovering from a rather heavy job application, to which apparently over a hundred people have applied, so I can only pray I get an interview. I also got another rather large print finished, which I’ll post here shortly.
In other news – welcome to the Ten Days of Cthulhu, an unofficial holiday that might have been made up by someone else already, but I’m at least highlighting here and to some degree claiming it as my own.
In H.P. Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu, the principle character encounters a young artist who, during the period of March 23rd to April 2nd, 1925, dreams endlessly of the sunken city of R’lyeh, where the ancient one, Cthulhu, slumbers in waiting. Many others at this time share the same nightmares, culminating when suddenly this artist takes to a feverish coma of sorts – and when, halfway around the globe, certain other dread happenings raise R’lyeh to the surface and awaken the elder god from his sleep.
So, to celebrate, apart from some other dorky revelry involving a Lovecraft-inspired board game and a good deal of reading, I do believe I will take it upon myself to engage in a ‘durational project’ involving a bizarre fusion of crossroads rituals and Cthulhu mythos. It could be wacky.
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” (“In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”)
And I have a couple other applications to get done. So who knows what will come out of this ten/eleven days of darkness! Enjoy!