I feel it a bit sad that people really haven't read Lovecraft, yet seem to regard Cthuhlu as, 'some scary monster thing'.
Hell, I remember reading a collection of the tales when I was 13, in the dead of the night during Halloween. Gave me insomnia for about two weeks.
Mind you, I slept some, of course, but I was just mostly awake out of fear and aggravated paranoia. I felt as though my own sanity was a just a small fracture away from shattering.
I wouldn't trade that memory for anything.
Cthulhu and his pantheon could be seen from other perspectives as my childhood monsters, but for me, they were not simply scary fiends. No, they were the stuff of darkest, most vile nightmares, where sanity was a treasure in a realm of constant babbling and madness.
Oh wow I went off.
But yeah. That's why I can't really stare at the cutesy personifications of my beloved horrors, haha.