Whippoorwills and floaty frogs

[Josh Feltman]

Dave Rishar, I could have sworn they were chanting your name earlier in that insidious gutteral chirping of theirs. Riii-shaaaaaar Riii-shaaaaaar. Creepy. I made the Voorish sign and burned the incense of Ibn-Ghazi, but still, I wouldn't go near the water for a while if I were you. Have you spoken to St. John recently? Last I spoke to the chap, he was having trouble with a hound of some sort. And these blasted whippoorwills keep flying into the dome. I've a good three dozen of them lined up on the deck railing--broken necks, every one. It's a bad omen, I tell you. and the noise from the damned things is near to driving me mad!

And also, a really cute frog pic for no good reason.

 

[munk]

Only a Mother could love those....




munk

 

[Svashtar]

There is a single large man made "pond" on the outskirts of Fort Ord. I have no idea what it's for, as it is only about 20 feet wide by 30 feet long, and fairly deep. It is surrounded by chain link fence and a thick carpet of lilies, but it is filled with hundreds and hundreds of these guys and you can hear the din a mile away on a clear night. A little croaking goes a long way though, and there doesn't seem to be any reliable way to shut them up.



Norm

 

[Josh Feltman]

Flame-thrower?

 

[Abaniko]

There is a single large man made "pond" on the outskirts of Fort Ord. I have no idea what it's for, as it is only about 20 feet wide by 30 feet long, and fairly deep. It is surrounded by chain link fence and a thick carpet of lilies, but it is filled with hundreds and hundreds of these guys and you can hear the din a mile away on a clear night. A little croaking goes a long way though, and there doesn't seem to be any reliable way to shut them up.



Norm

Are you speaking of the communal song of the Pacfic Chorus Frog?? Now theres a sound that probably goes back to agitating T-Rex. Sound made famous by hollywood in the fifties as the scary alien noise in many an old B Sci Fi flick. Me? I happen to like the sound...we get them seasonally about 300 yards from here in the wetland. Up close, within 20 yards or so, its gotta be over 90db, it hurts the ears.
Sure beats the sound of downshifting diesel big rigs, kars bumpin', sirens, random gunshots & whatnot all night long...but add it into the mix, I might just begin to exhibit insomniac symptoms...

 

[Yvsa]

There is a single large man made "pond" on the outskirts of Fort Ord. I have no idea what it's for, as it is only about 20 feet wide by 30 feet long, and fairly deep.

Norm

Large man made pond 20 X 30 feet. Snort! Guffaw, ROTFLMFRRAO!!!! Oh wait! For a moment there I forgot that Norm lives in the great waterless state of Kalifornication.

Norm when you're ready to get out of their or come for a visit I'll be ecstatic to show you some real *Ponds!!!!*
And maybe even a *Real* lake if'en you're up to it.

 

[MauiRob]

I mean this with a great deal of respect but...

there's something about the expectant--no, the ready-to-pounce- look in their eyes as they gaze upward that makes me nervous...I would have a tight locking lid on that tank...otherwise: sleep would elude me until I did.

 

[Ad Astra]

The unholy spawn of Yuggoth are coming along nicely, Josh. For sentient fungi from the Outer Places, I have to admit they are kind of cute.

When their claws develop you'll have to post some more pictures, while you still can. After a while, the frogs will be posting for you- if they aren't already.


Yog-Sothoth. errr, Mike

 

[DGG]

Those aren't frogs, those are toads! Any wizard can easily tell the difference between them. Back to Hogwart with you.

 

[Josh Feltman]

Those aren't frogs, those are toads! Any wizard can easily tell the difference between them. Back to Hogwart with you.

Occidozyga lima

Toads are probably next, but they'll need a different aquarium.

 

[Novadak]

I made the Voorish sign and burned the incense of Ibn-Ghazi, but still, I wouldn't go near the water for a while if I were you. Have you spoken to St. John recently? Last I spoke to the chap, he was having trouble with a hound of some sort. And these blasted whippoorwills keep flying into the dome. I've a good three dozen of them lined up on the deck railing--broken necks, every one.

Those little guys just get cuter and cuter! However, I agree that some kind of lid on the tank might be a good idea. Yep, definitely some kind of curiously inscribed stone lid.

As far as the whippoorwills.. have you considered destroying the giant window of many-colored glass?

 

[Josh Feltman]

Curiously inscribed and bound round with heavy iron runed with ominous sigils. Good to know at least one person appreciates the vast cuteness that is the source of their evil!

 

[munk]

Frog's have probably selected Josh as their God.
God help them. God help us.
They're singing prayers before they bust.





munk

 

[Josh Feltman]

I'm testing their structural limitations.

 

[munk]

Isn't there a frog somewhere which exudes a psychotropic fluid from its skin?
Or is that just a movie fantasy?
I know there are frogs which excrete poisen.

????????




munk

 

[Josh Feltman]

Cane toads excrete hallucinogenic substances, I think, and poison-dart frogs are toxic, and also very expensive--$40-$100 each.

 

[jmings]

Isn't there a frog somewhere which exudes a psychotropic fluid from its skin?
Or is that just a movie fantasy?
I know there are frogs which excrete poisen.

????????




munk

Song Parodies -> Lickin' Toads Again
"On the Road Again" Based on the performance by Willie Nelson
"Lickin' Toads Again" Parody by Johnny D
Lickin' toads again
Just can't wait to get lickin' toads again
The life I love is trippin' on amphibians
And I can't wait to get lickin' toads again

Lickin' toads again
'lucinatin' like I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get lickin' toads again

Lickin' toads again
In my hand a slip'ry wee toad brown and warty
We're the best of friends
I'm wristing that old toad, he's turnin' my way,
And my way...

...is lickin' toads again!
Just can't wait to get lickin' toads again
The life I love is gettin' stoned on toadie glands
And I can't wait to get lickin' toads again

(instrumental)

Lickin' toads again
In my hand a slip'ry wee toad brown and warty
We're the best of friends
I'm wristing that old toad, he's turnin' my way,
And my way...

...is lickin' toads again!
Just can't wait to get lickin' toads again
The life I love is gettin' stoned on toadie glands
And I can't wait to get lickin' toads again

And I can't wait to get lickin' toads again

Lickin' toads again
Tastin' reptiles, lord knows where they've been
Havin' wild hallucinations with my friends
And we can't wait to be lickin' toads again

Frenchin' frog rear-ends
It's a practice that I can't defend
They're not as potent, and it takes 'bout nine or ten
Oh, I can't believe just where my lips have been

Seems we just can't win
Like a bus of Deadheads swervin' down the highway
Toads we never lend
We heard that AIDS is spread by both the gay way
And from toad play

Hope it's an honest sin
If they hop we stick in safety pins
Or a bug, lick any critter from end to end
We're just lookin' for a brand-new mind to bend

'Cause they're our best friends
We order frog legs when we're out to dinner
Every now and then
We have to drink a Compound-W chaser
The wart eraser

Every bye and bye
I get the sudden urge to swallow flies
A tongue so long that I can zap my own rear end
Oh, I can't wait to be lickin' toads again
I can't wait to be lickin' toads again
Oh, I can't wait to be lickin' toads again

You'll get chills all through your body
and you'll lose all control
of your bladder and your sphincter -- that's your bum hole.

'Cos if you use toad, then I'm telling you...
You can kiss your life goodbye.
Yeah when you use toad,
It will mess you up, it will make your mama cry
That's no lie, you'll choke on your tounge and die

You've got to give it up
You got to give up the toad now
It's no joke buddy, give it up
You got to give up the toad now
Or you'll croke
You've got to give it up,
And don't smoke
Or you will see,
It hurts to pee

There'll be blood, gushing from ya
Everytime that you cough
And forget getting lucky,
It falls off

Yeah you'd better wise up
'Cos I'm telling you
Toad is what Lando forbids

Got to give it all up
Or you're gonna see
Your whole life will hit the skids
And your kids will be born without eyelids

LINKAWSKI

Maybe I should have put this on the Magic Mushrooms thread

 

[Dave Rishar]

"One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of strange leprous corals and grotesque brachiate efflorescences, and welcomed me with a warmth that may have been sardonic. She had changed - as those who take to the water change - and told me she had never died. Instead, she had gone to a spot her dead son had learned about, and had leaped to a realm whose wonders - destined for him as well - he had spurned with a smoking pistol. This was to be my realm, too - I could not escape it. I would never die, but would live with those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth.

"I met also that which had been her grandmother. For eighty thousand years Pth'thya-l'yi had lived in Y'ha-nthlei, and thither she had gone back after Obed Marsh was dead. Y'ha-nthlei was not destroyed when the upper-earth men shot death into the sea. It was hurt, but not destroyed. The Deep Ones could never be destroyed, even though the palaeogean magic of the forgotten Old Ones might sometimes check them. For the present they would rest; but some day, if they remembered, they would rise again for the tribute Great Cthulhu craved. It would be a city greater than Innsmouth next time. They had planned to spread, and had brought up that which would help them, but now they must wait once more. For bringing the upper-earth men's death I must do a penance, but that would not be heavy. This was the dream in which I saw a shoggoth for the first time, and the sight set me awake in a frenzy of screaming. That morning the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Innsmouth look.

"So far I have not shot myself as my uncle Douglas did. I bought an automatic and almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps instead of fearing them. I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full change as most have waited. If I did, my father would probably shut me up in a sanitarium as my poor little cousin is shut up. Stupendous and unheard-of splendors await me below, and I shall seek them soon. Ia-R'lyehl Cihuiha flgagnl id Ia! No, I shall not shoot myself - I cannot be made to shoot myself!

"I shall plan my cousin's escape from that Canton mad-house, and together we shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many-columned Y'ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever."

-- from my frog...err, I mean blog. Uh, I mean, from "The Shadow Over Innsmouth", by H.P. Lovecraft.

The Esoteric Order of Dagon is going to yank my license if I keep screwing around like this, but I feel compelled to represent in front of my homies.

I can only wonder what sort of stories Lovecraft would've envisioned had he been alive today. Imagine getting spammed by a shoggoth...now that would suck.

 

[Josh Feltman]

Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of a Thousand Young, keeps all the Cthulhu frogs in line. They tremble in terror at the mere sight of the beast! Here she is after some dark Lupercalian ritual of dappled pagan forest glade involving lots and lots of rolling around in the red volcanic soil. Yes, she really is black under all that.

 

[Novadak]

Perhaps the Cthulhu Frogs and Shub-Niggurath should attend the H.P. Lovecraft film festival this October. Seems as though they would want to bask in the warmth of geeky adoration.