Ph3ar my brain!

So, a couple weeks ago I had the vague thought that I should try to write something SFy, laughed at it, and went on.

Then yesterday I bought myself an early 'Podmas present, and I thought I should write a Miss Muffet story.

Then, in the shower today, it hits me.

Little Miss Muffet and the spiders from Mars.

Yeah.

Go about your business. I'll be in the corner gibbering.

Squee, and eep

The squee: Not One of Us wants "Ebb"! Go fishsex!

For those of you keeping score, "Ebb" was the story that started the sprawling batrachian monstrosity that has become the Fishsex Saga. It was also my first They Fight Crime story, which I wrote for April Fools 2005: She's a pregnant gold-digging psychic descended from a line of powerful witches. He's a globe-trotting vegetarian (ex)demon on a mission from God. They fight Cthulhu! (I don't know if Etienne is really a vegetarian or not, but he still volunteered.)

The eep: The editor emailed me about it last month and I never got the email! Thank god for SASEs.

And a wump in a skinny puppy

From His Eldritch and Unspeakable Majesty fluffcthulhu. I wasn't going to post this, and then I read the last line. I will sing this song forever. Also, I want cenobites to bead with me. Our sparklies would be legendary, even in hell.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, sosostris2012 sent to me...

Twelve pirates drumming

Eleven cats piping

Ten brains a-leaping

Nine archtypes dancing

Eight ghosts a-dancing

Seven linguistics a-writing

Six cenobites a-beading

Five shi-i-i-iny things

Four warren ellis

Three b movies

Two eldritch horrors

...and a wump in a skinny puppy.

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