Thursday, June 16, 2011

This be hell, no?

Steve Jobs
Circle I Limbo

The Pope
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

Oakland Raider Fans
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

General asshats
Circle IV Rolling Weights

George Bush
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Creationists
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

Republicans, Rednecks
Circle VII Burning Sands

Scientologists
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

NAMBLA Members
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Monday, February 7, 2011

During Scrabble...

"I'm trying to find a good place for my orgy, but there isn't enough space!"
 -Robison

I'm just forwarding the point that if this blog gets annoying enough, he's going to remember me forever, and should he ever teach again, he'll have plenty of Haley-horror stories to recount... 

Hopefully we shall meet again in some reincarnated form, you big nerd...


My best,


Satan's daughter.

Books

Among other things of his I aquired over these three years, I had to return Robison's beloved novels, "Slaughterhouse 5" and, "The Call of Cthulhu and Other Stories." I suppose my reading list says something about this... but come on, the blog's URL is "Cthulhu loves Robison."

Also, Kurt Vonnegut is awesome. Galapagos is one of my favorite books of all time. However, Douglas Adams is still my favorite.

Little does he know that I vandalized the back of Slaughterhouse 5 with a message.

Satan's spawn out for the day.

Monday, January 17, 2011

That. Jerk.

I found out nary a few days ago that Robison is leaving my life. Forever.

Why? He got a new job. An hour and a half away. Not here. At all.

Come on, man. You started teaching here the exact same year I became a student. Doesn't that mean ANYTHING to you? We could've done the 4-year thing. Seeing an entire class through. But nooooo... now you're running off to become a librarian.

No. No more fun comments. No. You aren't even doing a 2nd semester. You can't even finish out the year, how's that? -grumble- Satan will hear about this... how am I suppose to get through this without your zombie comments or stories of occasional neglect, causing your children several injuries?

Words cannot express my sorrows. And there are not enough numbers to express how many demons I will ask Cthulhu to send after you.

Regards,

Satan's Daughter