I finally got around to watching this Spanish horror movie called [rec]. I wanted to watch it because I heard they were making an English version and because I also saw some trailers that made it seem really different from how it actually was.
The movie wasn’t bad. The premise is pretty much a first person realism feel like Cloverfield (though this came out the year before) with zombies. A news reporter who is working with some firemen over night on her show goes out on a call with them to a building where all hell breaks loose.
The realism is broken quite a few times. I’m trying so hard not to compare it to Cloverfield because I love that movie before, but to be honest, Cloverfield did it better. It’s not [rec]’s fault because I don’t know of any other movies in the “genre” besides those two. The movie has a few pacing problems and that’s one of the most annoying parts about it.
It’s worth watching for the last fifteen minutes where they enter the penthouse. The ending is scary and visceral and will make you excited all the way through, which is more than I can say for the middle of the movie.
There’s not much I can say about this article. I just wanted to link it because of the great comments. It’s another situation where I have to rage. The hospital system, for lack of a better word, uses some sort of one-size-fits-all thing for labor in which all women should be on their back, epiduraled up, and cut open if there’s any slight chance they need a c-section.
I also fear the idea that acting “erratically” could cause you to have your rights taken away from you. It’s child abuse because you didn’t immediately do what the doctor’s thought was best for your child. And the kid was perfectly fine! I could understand if the child was injured or died, but otherwise, I think I’m gonna have to go with allowing women to make their own decision about whether or not they need to have a giant hole cut in their bodies.
A woman in New Jersey refused a c-section during labor. She gave birth vaginally, and the child was healthy. But the baby was taken away and placed in a foster home, because the woman allegedly “abused and neglected her child” by refusing the c-section.
The scene was so gruesome investigators could barely speak: A 3 1/2-week-old boy lay dismembered in the bedroom of a single-story house, three of his tiny toes chewed off, his face torn away, his head severed and his brains ripped out.
One of those situations where I read an article and am so horrified that I’m fascinated. I’ve never had delusions so strong about things that I believed the devil was talking to me.
Sometimes I just don’t know what to write. I just wanted to show this link in hopes that someone in the universe has a fucking explanation for it besides “humanity is worthless and should be exterminated.”
The first girl I was ever attracted to was someone I met on the first day of a new school when I was going into fifth grade. I’m pretty sure on the year but it could have been fourth. I was young.
She was a blonde with green eyes. And she had short hair — I thought she was a boy. I stared at her all day, thinking about how I wanted to talk to this new guy but he was sitting all the way on the other side of the room from me. And at one point I heard the teacher say her name and I remember the exact words I thought, “huh, I guess I like girls too.”
No flutter of shame or anxiety or hate, just a small thought in my head and then I was okay with it. I didn’t even know what gay or bisexual or even pansexual, the term I call myself now that I stumbled upon at the age of twenty three, meant. It was just a small realization.
I didn’t tell anyone until my sophomore year of high school, when I finally met and socialized with people who were likeminded. I’ve never told this story to anyone until writing it down here.
According to the Phoenix Police Department, an 8-year-old girl was sexually assaulted by four boys between the ages of 9 and 14.
I am totally not offended or upset by that. Things like this happen all the time. Children can be as heinous as adults, and the instigator was probably the fourteen year old, in my opinion. But that’s not the problem. The problem is how her family has reacted.
All of the people involved are Liberian refugees. The children told the little girl that they had gum to lure her into the shed. They raped her in turns. And after the police have been involved, now the parents deny anything happened.
“Child Protective Services removed the victim from the custody of her parents, who, according to detectives, blamed her for being victimized and bringing shame to their family. “
The sister said it was her fault. It was an eight year old’s fault that she was raped by four other children. The mother says nothing happened, though there were obviously witnesses. It’s just more evidence on a pile of shit that proves how sexual assault is still considered shameful. It is shame to you. It is your fault. Some people would rather murder their raped daughters because it would be less shame.
It’s something I’ll never understand.
I mentioned not too long ago that I had a sinus infection that I couldn’t go to the doctor for. Well, when the rash on my hands started to spread drastically, I decided it was really time to go anyway.
Backstory: a few years ago, I got horrendous athlete’s foot that actually spread to my hands, and a year afterwards ended up with ringworm down my neck and chest. I had no idea what was causing this stuff, just that fungi seemed to have a natural affinity for my skin.
I tried treating the rash with athlete’s foot medicine, thinking it was some form of fungus. It wasn’t doing anything, so I was thinking the doctor just had to prescribe something stronger like what happened with the athlete’s foot I had on my hands. (That shit woke me up in the middle of the night because the itch was so bad. I spent so much time meditating on not scratching until I would break and scratch until my feet bled. It was not a good time and I was determined to not let it get that bad.)
The doctor confirmed that it is fungus (after calling in two of her colleagues, one to help and one to just gawk) and gave me some oral stuff to take for two weeks to kill it. When my friend Rob heard about it, he laughed and told me I was all moldy.
And then it finally clicked. As a child, I was taken to an allergist because I was pretty allergic to cats and they wanted to know what else made me sick. The things that broke me out the most on the skin test were cats, pollen, and mold. I had just not equated mold with fungus! So this must be why the fungus that doesn’t effect Dan causes me to break out in blisters and rashes everywhere.
It’s good to know.
