Funny: H.P. Lovecraft

There was a brilliant Alternate Character Interpretation of Lovecraft on Twitter: Drunk Lovecraft. Yes, you read that right—and it's amazing. "Bitter, divorced, re-animated author of weird fiction. Has developed a bit of a drinking problem since returning from the grave."

Now defunct, but it contained gems like...
  • "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the ability of the human mind to obliterate all its contents with sweet, sweet gin."
  • "When confronted by the fungi from Yuggoth, try and lick one. They'll still take your brain, but you'll be high as a motherfucker."
  • "Today a cocker spaniel humped my leg, and I immediately thought of August Derleth."
  • "If you think God moves in mysterious ways, you've never seen Yog-Sothoth take the dance floor."

  • Although The Case Of Charles Dexter Ward is anything but funny, this line could be construed as darkly humorous:
    There was something hideous, blasphemous, and abnormal about it [a voice], and but for a cry from his recovering wife which cleared his mind by arousing his protective instincts it is not likely that Theodore Howland Ward could have maintained for nearly a year his old boast that he had never fainted.
  • Similarly, the last line of "The Statement of Randolph Carter" walks a thin line between comedy and Nightmare Fuel:
    "You fool, Warren is DEAD!"
  • Lovecraft's Melodrama parody "Sweet Ermengarde" is intentionally funny, as is his T. S. Eliot parody "Waste Paper."
    • The Dastardly Whiplash behavior of the villain of the former, 'Squire Hardman, is hilarious:
    But these tender passages, sacred though their fervour, did not pass unobserved by profane eyes; for crouched in the bushes and gritting his teeth was the dastardly ’Squire Hardman! When the lovers had finally strolled away he leapt out into the lane, viciously twirling his moustache and riding-crop, and kicking an unquestionably innocent cat who was also out strolling.

    One day as ’Squire Hardman sat in the front parlour of his expensive and palatial home, indulging in his favourite pastime of gnashing his teeth and swishing his riding-crop, a great thought came to him; and he cursed aloud at the statue of Satan on the onyx mantelpiece.