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Message to all

Dear everyone!

I have come to the conclusion that i am the ruler(no, not the measure-thingy, although i'm sure that could be interesting too)of the world. No? Yes!
Obey me! OBEEEY!

And poo on you if you don't.



bm: pixies- crackity jones

DISTURBING!

I found this posting in one of the suicide girl's blog's:


"Dude I hate printing Christmas photos, it's all-- here's the kids smiling under the tree, holding up presents, out-of-focus, with crazy demonic redeye. Here's grandma, too senile to even know it's Christmas, asleep at the dinner table. Here's the dog with a stupid santa hat on (okay, those are cute sometimes.) Always crappy underexposed yellow indoor light or awful washed-out flash. And why does everyone decide that NOW is the time to haul in the 50 rolls of film that have been decaying slowly in a drawer in their house since the mid-eighties and "let's see what's on them!" I'll tell you what's on them-- grainy, faded, discolored crappy-ass snapshots of the same shit you took pictures of this year. If it wasn't important enough to get developed back when they were taken-- really, just throw them away. And FUCK if I'm going to spend a half hour color-correcting THAT shit.

I sound like I hate my job, but I actually like it a lot still.

Did you have to work on Christmas Eve? I did, until 5:30. It was awful. Besides the whole not being with my family and getting to cook the big fun elaborate dinner I usually do (which was sad and made it feel not like Christmas)... who the fuck takes pictures in to be developed on Christmas Eve?? I mean really. Don't they have better things to do? Well apparantly a lot of people don't have better things to do-- and they're all FUCKING WIERDOS. On Christmas Eve I printed:

10 rolls that this woman had taken where her husband is in the hospital getting some elaborate surgery and she's stuck in whatever city the hospital is in with nothing to do but wander around the city and take pictures of stuff. It's really sad-- there's all these shots of the guy in his hospital bed, then pictures of the hallway at the hospital, then city street scenes, random buildings, the inside of a museum, more pictures of the husband in his hospital bed. They're obviously taking place over a period of time, because then we start seeing the recovery shots of the guy-- he's naked in his bed showing off these INSANELY huge nasty awfull looking scars that go from one side of his back diagonally across it, with all these staple-type marks. I've never seen anything like it. I can't even imagine what kind of surgery involved getting cut open like that. There's also a big scar across his heart with some staple marks and wierd holes, and several small x-shaped scars along his side. There are a lot of these scar pictures, from different angles and under different lighting conditions. Then things start to get weird-- I start to see naked photos of the woman, that she's taken of herself in the mirror of a public restroom. More scars, more sleeping husband, more city street scenes. Then there's (WARNING: this is nasty) all these shots the woman has taken of her pussy, on the toilet, with a tampon string hanging out. Then there's more museum shots, it's some kind of natural history museum with displays of different animals-- but most of her pictures are closeups of the various animal's TESTICLES (between the legs, from behind--porno style.) Then husband butt-naked in his hospital room. Then.... at this point I stop looking at the photos and I just hold up the negatives from the last roll, and see--- naked husband, naked husband's flaccid uncircumcised penis, naked husband sitting on toilet and... a number of closeup shots of the CONTENTS of the toilet. Which, though very small and in reverse, appear to be... not what one would normally see in such photos. I decide that this roll is PROBABLY properly exposed and free of dust, and decide to skip looking at the actual photos. It was the first time I've ever been unable to look at the pictures I was printing, and I felt kind of disapointed in myself for being freaked out by it-- but for Christ's sake-- it was 11 AM on Christmas Eve! And I hadn't even had any coffee yet.

After that experience, photos of anything else would seem normal-- but there were a few exceptions. Most notably, 5 rolls from these two guys on vacation in Thailand-- cavorting with underage prostitutes (some of whom were clearly underage transvestite prostitutes.)

Also a lot of randomly dispersed blurry dick and tit shots, but those are very common. It's the contexts that never cease to amuse me though. Like here's a family on vacation-- shots of the mom and dad and young son at Disneyland-- oh and here's Mom back at the hotel room taking pictures of her tits in the mirror. What the fuck? With the vacation photos?? She's going to get these back and take them to Christmas dinner and be showing the whole family the cute pictures of her kid and then-- oh yeah, that's me groping my boobs!?"

Thoose people actually exist in real life?!?!? I mean, OH....MY....GOD....



bm: tori amos- siren

corncob

I once saw a movie where a woman got stabbed in the back with a corncob. That was fun.

B.M: queen adreena- pretty like drugs

SG

JOIN SUICIDE GIRLS!

Tragedier og sånn

Tenkte jeg skulle skrive litt om denne flomkatastrofen som netopp intraff. Klart det er veldig trist og tragiskt og greier, men man glemmer liksomm av at tragedier og faenskap skjer hver dag, hele tiden. krig, sult, voldtekt, ran, drap, depresjoner, mord, selvmord, vold og whatnot- hele tiden! Flomkatastrofen har fått en helt sinnsyk mediedekning, man kan pokker ikke snu seg uten å få stappet masse nyheter om det opp i trynet. Åsså er det hele tiden: gi penger! fra alle kanter. Den generelle oppfatningen er at omm man gir penger så er allt i orden, da kan man ha god samvittighet, da er man et godt menneske. Kjøpe seg god samvittighet. Jeg har ikke gitt penger, det har jeg ikke tenkt til heller. Hadde ikke flommen rammet så mange rike turister hadde ikke mediedekningen vært så stor. Og tenke seg til, nordmenn er rammet! Huff og huff, hvilken tragedie! Da må vi alle sammen bry oss og gråte litt, gi litt penger og diskutere det ut og inn og stikke nesen i andres personelige tragedier! Min mor fortalte meg omm en familie som hadde vært dær, men kommet fra det uten tap av familiemedlemmer. Det hadde ringt en reporter og spurt dem omm de visste omm noen andre som hadde det verre enn dem som hun kunne intervjue. Sennsasjonslysstne jævler! Alle skal bry seg så jævlig. passe på at de viser at de har medfølelse, at de er gode mennesker, at de synes det er veldig tragiskt. Fortelle hvor mye penger DE har gitt! Det er viktig! "jeg ga tusen kroner, da må jeg være et godt menneske". Jeg tror innerst inne så bryr generellt folk seg lite. De er bare glade de har det bra. Gi litt penger, så er allt bra. Påtatt medfølelse. Uansett så mener jeg at ingenting er så galt at det ikke er godt for noe. Ut av tragedier og død kommer nye, fruktbare ting. Kall meg gjerne kynisk. Klart det er fint at det kommer masse penger inn i landet, da får de en ny start og greier. Men, jeg har ikke tenkt å gi. "pick your battles" Jeg vil heller fokusere på at jeg og de rundt meg har det bra. Skape noe positivt rundt meg. Det er slik jeg tror verden blir et bedre sted. Om alle begynner med seg selv og sine nermeste. Klart det er en litt naiv holdning, verden er rævkjørt og det må massive forandringer til for at verden skal bli bedre. Men jeg tror det kommer, en dag... Men uansett er det best å begynne med seg selv, prøve å leve et godt liv. Glede seg over de små tingene. " 'an ye harm none, do what ye will"

Dette ble ganske rotete, men jeg tror jeg setter konklusjonen til :
Jeg melder meg ut av diskusjonen og passer mine egne saker!

Og: "ingenting er så galt at det ikke er godt for noe"


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