Sup­pose that some­body some­where has phys­i­cal access to the let­ters, jour­nals, sketch­books, and diaries of some per­son now deceased. Noth­ing that per­son didn’t actu­ally write or draw per­son­ally is included—just the things they made. Lack­ing the journal-​​like mate­r­ial, we might fall back to the body of all their pub­lished works.

Sup­pose these works were pre­sented online, as a series of daily extracts, in a blog. Assume an accom­plished and near-​​invisible edi­tor is in charge of the choices of mate­r­ial (just for this exer­cise: edi­tors deserve respect and acknowledgment).

Nom­i­nate a per­son whose voice would inter­est you at least enough to read the blog via an RSS/​atom feed. State why.

May Cthulhu grant you a quick and pain­less death in the sea­son of ice!¹

Here, have a nice song.

Also includes:
Freddy the Red Brained Mi-​​Go
Oh Cthulhu Cho­rus
Do You Fear What I Fear?
Awake Ye Scary Great Old Ones
I’m Dream­ing of a Dead City
Cthulhu Lives
Ten­ta­cles
It’s the Most Hor­ri­ble Time of the Year
And loads more!

Act now.

Via Bar­bara.

¹Sea­sonal salu­ta­tion via Sadly, No!