It had to happen sooner or later, and I guess sooner was on the Mighty Cthulhu's mind. Or on His chittinous bits, or whatever. At any rate, via Making Light, it looks like, from the Oceanic Death Trap Vortex near Australia, that He's on the way!

Now would be a good time to quit mocking Him in poetry and song, or asking him questions, as if you're just as Cool and Threatening as He, instead of a mere mortal, doomed to be crushed into pre-pliocene bits by His Dread Gaze.

Fair warning and all that.