Judging my the wave of mental power felt around the world last night (like a collective sigh) it seems that St Steve of Jobs has reappeared. Bizzarly enough Hermit has commented on the Apple cult and this, mixed with something I spotted last night on the way home from work, has stirred my Cthulhu gland.
I spotted this in a window on the way home and noticed something
Now is it me, or does it look like a touch like one of these?
The second image (for those who don’t know) is an Elder sign from the Cthulhu Mythos. They are protective wards against the dark shambling things which erm…. shamble around in the dark. Quite apt for a Criminal defence place.
Anyway, i had Cthulhu shuffling around in my brain for a few hours last night then spotted on the news that old Jobs is back in town and it sparked a thought about another character from the Cthulhu mythos.
Nyarlathotep’s first appearance is in the eponymous short story by Lovecraft (1920), in which he is described as a “tall, swarthy man” who resembles an Egyptian pharaoh. In this story he wanders the earth, seemingly gathering legions of followers through his demonstrations of strange and seemingly magical instruments
Blimey. How about this then?
Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology – and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare.
I’ve been compared to some odd things in my life. Mellor (after David Mellor), that dentist out of the hangover (thanks to Sarah and Dawn who both spotted that independently and making Amanda snigger through the whole film), very odd (yes imagine the shock that I was called ‘very odd’ and this is one of my favourites, as quoted from a friend of the daughter) but today was a new point on the random scale… I have been compared to a SCOTSMAN! (och aye and all that) Apparently I bear a passing resemblance to Frankie Boyle. Pfffffffft…. don’t see it myself (even if everyone else now does) and I’ve always seen myself as a young Kurt Russell. No-one else sees it but that’s their loss. When I was ‘ickle I wanted to have a pair of thin round glasses and always had big hair. Maybe I should have gone for more of an Egon Spengler look as I can’t do Reed Richards with my eyesight. Science geek hoooooooo.
I had my whole imacs life flash before my eyes tonight. I went down to the cellar and found it turned on and pumping out a display of c4d, firefox and finder. Basically c4d overrides the power save options so it doesn’t shut down when rendering out massive movies. I had put it to sleep last night but at some point it must have turned on (or simply not turned off properly) and I didn’t think much of it until i noticed the screen burn! EEEEEP! I ran a couple of things like jscreen to try and shift it but nothing happened. I was bricking it as it was so obvious against flat colours it was unreal and had a really nasty gut churning moment (imagine that vertigo effect that Hitchcock pulled off so well x100). I found a forum with a couple of things to try and one said turn it off for half an hour or so and let it cool down as one post said the temperature affects the burn. The top of the mac was very hot so I shut it down then spent the next 30 minutes trying to concentrate on anything but the time. When I turned it back on the marks had faded and looking now its nearly gone. There’s a really really faint bit of banding and if that’s the worst i have to deal with then I’m happy enough to let it slide as you only notice it if you look really hard. Still, its taught me to shut down c4d before putting anything into standby.