arthwollipot wrote: ↑Fri Dec 15, 2023 11:34 pm
Now now, we're talking about taxidermy, which regardless of whether you actually like that sort of thing is a far cry from "playing sick games with a corpse".
c´mon sparks, that was only a scene from near the end of Hitchcock´s ¨Psycho¨.
Here is something odd with the real-life guy who helped inspire the Norman Bates character.
It's 1957 and Ed Gein has just been arrested after committing his second murder. Through a series of flashbacks and imagined memories we see Ed's story through his own eyes while hearing his story through parodies of classic songs. After his mother dies, Ed finally goes completely off the deep end, digging up recently deceased females to be his girlfriends and using their remains for whatever he sees fit, singing his way through the corpses and eventual murders. Once Ed's deeds are finally found out, the sheriff and his deputies must sort through the wreckage of this unreliable narrator. As a treatise on crazy and a twisted romp through Ed's imagination, Ed Gein: the Musical manages to be both a wild fantasy and a fairly historically accurate film about Ed's crimes and capture. Bonus features include: Trailer, Commentary track, SRS Trailers
sounds good. no redemption, i suppose.
serial killer's stories are valuable, as for understanding what factors contribute to the behavior. so anti-social.
The tidbits are that 1 in 3 of us is carrying the micro-organism for toxoplasmosis, which we get from cats. And that this seemingly dormant infection may be causing frailty and inflamation in the aging process.
I've never liked cat shit. It's possibly my least favorite shit....though i've seen some nasty human shit, too.
(just never on my pillow.)
Some say they were first brought in to take out the rats. Others contend they wandered in on their own.
What everyone can agree on — including those who have lived or worked at Chile’s largest prison the longest — is that the cats were here first.
For decades, they have walked along the prison’s high walls, sunbathed on the metal roof and skittered between cells crowded with 10 men each. To prison officials, they were a peculiarity of sorts, and mostly ignored. The cats kept multiplying into the hundreds.
Then prison officials realized something else: The feline residents were not only good for the rat problem. They were also good for the inmates.
