Pulp Heads
The word of the day is "detestable". Brought to you by the letter--you guessed it--T!
Today is not a great day for working or thinking. My ulcer has gone into chronic mode and I can't get any sleep, either. These things are unrelated, as well, so it's not like solving one will solve the other.
I was in a rather shitty mood Sunday as well after hearing the news about Liz and Jason. And if I were Liz, or Jason for that matter, I would pursue any leads I had, and hope/expect the other to understand. I have been robbed before, and my need for vengeance if not justice would drive me to do whatever I had to do to get one of those things.
I remember that for two weeks I carried feelings of violence and violation. They took us for about $30000 for of equipment, plus irreplaceable data. I fantasized constantly about capturing these fuckers and torturing them in a dank room poorly lit by a lightbulb hanging precariously from a low-level ceiling. And their heads would ultimately be my baseballs for my home run derby. Ever beat a melon with a hammer? You know the sound it makes? After the cracking of their skulls exposes their grey matter, that's pretty much what it would sound like, I think.
That makes me think, what's a really good movie for hearing disgusting, sickening sounds? Like heads being beaten by blunt objects?