ON THE WRONG SIDE OF WEIRD DE' JA VU
Last night's THE SHIELD episode, Strays was probably the most gut wretching ending that I have ever seen on a episodic show. It also churned up some buried feelings that haven't been dormant in quite some time- things that I would never reveal on this blog about myself. It was certainly the most despicable dark side of human folly ever depicted in the core of one of it's central characters.
How can we not cower before the curiosity or to get in the mindset of knowing what it's like to...snuff out another life? Doesn't matter- if it is a bird, dog, or cat- or taking a magnifying glass and observe little ants fizzling up under a scalding summer sun.
The character of police detective Dutch has been on the trail of a serial killer who preys specifically on the elderly for pretty much a good portion of the 3rd season. Last week, he finally nabbed a suspect who turns out to be a halfway decent money making carpenter with a lovely suburban wife doing ok in a fairy tale existence that chugs along the normal middle income bracket.
However the guy has a knack for going around breaking into houses and like any other demented sick pup, waits around for those female septugenarian loose bowel booty shakers to rape and rob only to eventually wind up killing them. But not before he has share a little intimate cuddle with them.
It wasn't so much the acts that were disturbing - it was Dutch's interrogation with the suspect that got the kudos for most gross out bravery, at least conversation-wise. Dutch's interview with the suspect wound up out of control.
It was going all over the place and the reasons why the suspect was voluntary blurting out he commited the heinous acts was out of sheer curiosity - just to watch something die for the sheer pleasure of entertainment - much like the how Bush Administration behaves today. The suspect goes on to explain it all started when his father told him to take a stray puppy and drown it in a lake- the suspect then turns the table on the interview and asks Dutch -haven't you ever killed anything - just to see what it was like? After some deep rooted thought, Dutch then reluctantly confesses to stamping out a bird which he found on a sidewalk with a broken wing. The suspect says that looking into the puppy's eyes while drowning him was like...looking into the face of God itself.
This sends Dutch into a psychological tailspin - BREAKDOWN! After Dutch gets the suspect booked, you can tell that he is so unnerved by this revelation that he can't help himself in the middle of the night to lure a stray cat to a saucer of milk- earning it's trust further by picking it up, petting it and to then proceed to CHOKE THE FUCKING LIFE OUT OF IT! and drop it like carelessly like a loose sack of shit on the ground. And he stands motionless and still, with badly painted tattooed scratch marks all over his chest.
It really knocked me around for a loop- sort of woke up some pent up demon inside of me after watching that-
Well, for the sake of clarity, I miss my own cat NIKITA- I feel a little down that I couldn't bring her to where I currently live, so my former Deposit Man editor BECKY had to bring it from the Sherman Oaks house to her boyfriend's dad's house in Studio City which I was told was a swinging stray cat pad. I just heard from her that NIKITA ran off, apparently wasn't getting along with the other cats. So here's hoping that she found someplace to crash- she's a survivor and quite agile for her size and weight. She's made it this far, in her seven year lifetime kicking ass twice or three times her size- and there sometimes you had to pin her down with the iodine to the eyes and ears
Which is surprising to come from my inner most thoughts since I have a love/hate relationships with cats in general. Most cats are too tempermental, running so hot and cold that it sometimes drives me so fucking insane! There have been occasions althrough my life that my patience has worn thin on these unpredictable feline creatures- but yet until Nikita, there hasn't been another cat that I haven't felt a bond with.And...
More thoughts on this subject on another day...
Tonight the final episode of Angel and the season finale of Smallville (with SUPERGIRL?) are the only things that preoccupies my thoughts for the moment.
THE DEPOSIT MAN DAILY LOG
MAS and I met up. He got thirteen pages completely done. And he's handling the inking on the rest of the book except for....two pages which I'm have to ask Oliver to do. With MAS living in the house with his mom and his fiance popping in once in while and MAS doesn't feel that the content of the pages ( TITTIES!!!!) are appropiate to be seen by either of them. I guess I have to cave in to that rationale - I wouldn't want to see his ass out on the street.
I also got my new IQ album (one month before they hit the shops) in the post today. It's called DARK MATTER.
Jeez, the media junkpile up never seems to let up. DVDS! CDS!TV SEASON FINALES! COMIC BOOKS! SUMMER MOV- Oh, who the fuck am I to complain?
~
Coat
Last night's THE SHIELD episode, Strays was probably the most gut wretching ending that I have ever seen on a episodic show. It also churned up some buried feelings that haven't been dormant in quite some time- things that I would never reveal on this blog about myself. It was certainly the most despicable dark side of human folly ever depicted in the core of one of it's central characters.
How can we not cower before the curiosity or to get in the mindset of knowing what it's like to...snuff out another life? Doesn't matter- if it is a bird, dog, or cat- or taking a magnifying glass and observe little ants fizzling up under a scalding summer sun.
The character of police detective Dutch has been on the trail of a serial killer who preys specifically on the elderly for pretty much a good portion of the 3rd season. Last week, he finally nabbed a suspect who turns out to be a halfway decent money making carpenter with a lovely suburban wife doing ok in a fairy tale existence that chugs along the normal middle income bracket.
However the guy has a knack for going around breaking into houses and like any other demented sick pup, waits around for those female septugenarian loose bowel booty shakers to rape and rob only to eventually wind up killing them. But not before he has share a little intimate cuddle with them.
It wasn't so much the acts that were disturbing - it was Dutch's interrogation with the suspect that got the kudos for most gross out bravery, at least conversation-wise. Dutch's interview with the suspect wound up out of control.
It was going all over the place and the reasons why the suspect was voluntary blurting out he commited the heinous acts was out of sheer curiosity - just to watch something die for the sheer pleasure of entertainment - much like the how Bush Administration behaves today. The suspect goes on to explain it all started when his father told him to take a stray puppy and drown it in a lake- the suspect then turns the table on the interview and asks Dutch -haven't you ever killed anything - just to see what it was like? After some deep rooted thought, Dutch then reluctantly confesses to stamping out a bird which he found on a sidewalk with a broken wing. The suspect says that looking into the puppy's eyes while drowning him was like...looking into the face of God itself.
This sends Dutch into a psychological tailspin - BREAKDOWN! After Dutch gets the suspect booked, you can tell that he is so unnerved by this revelation that he can't help himself in the middle of the night to lure a stray cat to a saucer of milk- earning it's trust further by picking it up, petting it and to then proceed to CHOKE THE FUCKING LIFE OUT OF IT! and drop it like carelessly like a loose sack of shit on the ground. And he stands motionless and still, with badly painted tattooed scratch marks all over his chest.
It really knocked me around for a loop- sort of woke up some pent up demon inside of me after watching that-
Well, for the sake of clarity, I miss my own cat NIKITA- I feel a little down that I couldn't bring her to where I currently live, so my former Deposit Man editor BECKY had to bring it from the Sherman Oaks house to her boyfriend's dad's house in Studio City which I was told was a swinging stray cat pad. I just heard from her that NIKITA ran off, apparently wasn't getting along with the other cats. So here's hoping that she found someplace to crash- she's a survivor and quite agile for her size and weight. She's made it this far, in her seven year lifetime kicking ass twice or three times her size- and there sometimes you had to pin her down with the iodine to the eyes and ears
Which is surprising to come from my inner most thoughts since I have a love/hate relationships with cats in general. Most cats are too tempermental, running so hot and cold that it sometimes drives me so fucking insane! There have been occasions althrough my life that my patience has worn thin on these unpredictable feline creatures- but yet until Nikita, there hasn't been another cat that I haven't felt a bond with.And...
More thoughts on this subject on another day...
Tonight the final episode of Angel and the season finale of Smallville (with SUPERGIRL?) are the only things that preoccupies my thoughts for the moment.
THE DEPOSIT MAN DAILY LOG
MAS and I met up. He got thirteen pages completely done. And he's handling the inking on the rest of the book except for....two pages which I'm have to ask Oliver to do. With MAS living in the house with his mom and his fiance popping in once in while and MAS doesn't feel that the content of the pages ( TITTIES!!!!) are appropiate to be seen by either of them. I guess I have to cave in to that rationale - I wouldn't want to see his ass out on the street.
I also got my new IQ album (one month before they hit the shops) in the post today. It's called DARK MATTER.
Jeez, the media junkpile up never seems to let up. DVDS! CDS!TV SEASON FINALES! COMIC BOOKS! SUMMER MOV- Oh, who the fuck am I to complain?
~
Coat
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