Movie Mogul Mongoose

Waiting for me in the office today was my long-awaited Whisperer in Darkness T-shirt. Long-awaited, I should stress, not because of any fault on their part. No, I foolishly ordered a small one, which would have looked fine on Charlize Theron but not, alas, on me. So I sent it back to California and those good folks at the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society replaced it, free, with a big one.

This is not me. Strictly speaking, it's not my T-shirt either. But I do now have one very much like it. And quite a similar beard. But less hair.

But it's not just a T-shirt. No-sirree. This is a gen-you-whine symbol of me investing in a movie. I gave them the princely sum of twenty bucks towards making Whisperer, and in return, they gave me a T-shirt. Which, I'm sure you agree, makes me a fully paid-up film financier, movie mogul, and all-around alliterative altruist. Seriously, though, their movie of Call of Cthulhu was so damn bloody brilliant (I may have mentioned this before?) that I'm really looking forward to Whisperer more than any other film I can think of, and I have absolutely no qualms about bunging Sean and his crew a few dollars towards it. (Trailer here.)

For thoroughly deranged Cthulhu clothing, though, there's this or this. Warning, looking at these may very well drive you insane. So don't.