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The Om Nom Nomicon

Started by Cramulus, July 22, 2010, 04:07:33 PM

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Cramulus

THE OM NOM NOMICON

original discussion ITT: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=21491.0


I've created a printable PDF of the Om Nom Nomicon, get it here:

http://www.scribd.com/doc/34715631/Om-Nom-Nomicon-July-2010

comments welcome

Jasper

I'd love to see this in hardback.  Can that be done?

Cramulus

Sadly, I don't think so - the simon necronomicon is still in print, published by Avon. It'd be a stretch to claim this is fair use. Maybe satire?




I love some of the images that emerged from this thing:

THEY ARE GHOULS
The spirit of the day that you spent in your underwear watching daytime television
The spirit of the woman that hath died, weeping with some pervert suckling at the breast
The spirit of the joke that was told so many times now you hate it fuck that joke
The smelly spirit which was blamed on the dog
They haunt the pay by the hour motel
and they haunteth the coin-operated vibrating bed.
They are Seven!
Seven are they!
Those Seven were born in the Mountains of MADNESS
Called Public Schooling
They dwell within the Dankest Edge of the Internet
Amid the desolate places of the Earth they live
Amid the places between
The Places
Unknown in heaven and in earth
They are not in the phone books
On Google there is no knowledge of them
They have no name
No e-mail address
Not in heaven
Nor on earth
Nobody in your hometown has even heard of them, they're so indie and underground
They surf over the Mountain of Sunset
And on the Mountain of 404 they cry
Through the Geocities they creep
Amid the abandoned Internet forums they lie
Nowhere are they known
Not in heaven
Nor in the Earth
Are they discovered
For their place is outside our place
And between the ip addresses of the Earth
They lie in wait
Crouching for the Sacrifice
THEY ARE JACKING OFF IN THE BUSHES OF YOUR MIND.

Jasper

See, that's at least six TIMES as bookworthy than the original.  :lulz:

BabylonHoruv

Quote from: Cramulus on July 22, 2010, 05:37:48 PM
Sadly, I don't think so - the simon necronomicon is still in print, published by Avon. It'd be a stretch to claim this is fair use. Maybe satire?




I love some of the images that emerged from this thing:

THEY ARE GHOULS
The spirit of the day that you spent in your underwear watching daytime television
The spirit of the woman that hath died, weeping with some pervert suckling at the breast
The spirit of the joke that was told so many times now you hate it fuck that joke
The smelly spirit which was blamed on the dog
They haunt the pay by the hour motel
and they haunteth the coin-operated vibrating bed.
They are Seven!
Seven are they!
Those Seven were born in the Mountains of MADNESS
Called Public Schooling
They dwell within the Dankest Edge of the Internet
Amid the desolate places of the Earth they live
Amid the places between
The Places
Unknown in heaven and in earth
They are not in the phone books
On Google there is no knowledge of them
They have no name
No e-mail address
Not in heaven
Nor on earth
Nobody in your hometown has even heard of them, they're so indie and underground
They surf over the Mountain of Sunset
And on the Mountain of 404 they cry
Through the Geocities they creep
Amid the abandoned Internet forums they lie
Nowhere are they known
Not in heaven
Nor in the Earth
Are they discovered
For their place is outside our place
And between the ip addresses of the Earth
They lie in wait
Crouching for the Sacrifice
THEY ARE JACKING OFF IN THE BUSHES OF YOUR MIND.


Hasn't LOvecraft been dead long enough to enter the public domain yet?
You're a special case, Babylon.  You are offensive even when you don't post.

Merely by being alive, you make everyone just a little more miserable

-Dok Howl

the last yatto

1937 -> 2007 yep... right around the time the economy collaspe didn't it :fnord:
Look, asshole:  Your 'incomprehensible' act, your word-salad, your pinealism...It BORES ME.  I've been incomprehensible for so long, I TEACH IT TO MBA CANDIDATES.  So if you simply MUST talk about your pineal gland or happy children dancing in the wildflowers, go talk to Roger, because he digs that kind of shit

Cramulus

just remembered that this exists