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?
The important thing is not to catch them or exact vengeance. It's to get the insurance money and re-build. None of us is placing any kind of importance on whodunnit.
Posted by: Elizabeth at March 26, 2004 07:25 AMI know, I know.
Posted by: JonasParker at March 26, 2004 07:26 AMIrreversable. Awful imagery in this film. But it will definitely satiate your need for violence, it's so fucking extreme. Liz, I'm so sorry this happened to you.
Posted by: Arianna at March 26, 2004 07:27 AMI agree 100% with your sentiments my good man (bitch about the ulcer by the way)... I was busted into when I lived in the UK...they left my Fender Strat which was really their saving grace... But they took my cell phone and were stupid enough to answer it when I called the number... but I imagine all they did was laugh - which made me even more riled and vengeful... For sheer dark nastiness - I suggest the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It's pretty gross. And you should imagine your burglar as the girl at the dining room table being told that she is goimg to die for sport and there's nothing he/she can do about it. I think I'm a little sick in the head... Liz knows my sympathies and empathies are with her. Irreplaceables are worth more than gold.
Posted by: Paul at March 26, 2004 07:28 AM