There was a time when I knew, then forgot, that the reason the titular story manifested Cthulhu as a gooey blob, with tendrils down its face, is because the phrase
"Ia Ia Cthulhu Ftagn"
can also be transliterated as
"ah Ah CHOO" (blows nose brassily)
and this may have happened more than once.
Awareness of context, clarity of purpose, and clarity of thought rarely seem to coincide.
Distractibility, chaotic records, and the survivorship fallacy I guess. Like pineapple and jolly ranchers, TV eats you back.
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This is not a return to old hobbies and diversions. I have more complicated observations about progress, milestones and timelines, but I am unable to articulate them succinctly tonight.
