‘In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming’

I enjoyed reading Neil Gaiman’s short story “I, Cthulhu, or, What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47° 9’ S, Longitude 126° 43’ W)?” on the other day. The author of the post writes that it has become somewhat of a christmas tradition in their offices. I can imagine this to be nice even though, or especially because, this story is not really christmas-y.

What could have been even nicer, but I missed out on the opportunity, reading the story and putting on this year’s Doctor Who Yul Log at the same time. Maybe I will do that next year.

By Sven Seebeck

I make music, take pictures, write and apparently collect text-editors and bags.