tales from the bong #7

ERMAHGERD, IT'S HALLOWEEN!!! my absolute favourite "holiday", aside from the whole reason people love it, which is dressing up. if you don't understand what the fuck i'm talking about, just read the last 4 posts. i'm sure if i bitch about it one more time i'm kicking a dead horse and i'll be forever known as "lydia, the girl who loves halloween but hates it too". not the best moniker to live with for eternity, but it definitely beats "sketchy lydia" and "lydia the lush" by close to infinity.

one thing i will definitely mention again is the fact that i am the biggest nerd for horror movies and paranormal shows (the exceptions being all shows that are ghost hunt-y, those are fucking dumb). i have this really weird sadistic part of me that likes to hear stories about how people got paralyzed with fear. i also really enjoyed being scared.

so anyway, my good friend mindy had lent me a book some time ago. now that i think about it, i should probably give it back cos i've had that shit for a while. i guess at some point during our decade-long plus friendship, we both found serious interest in reading about true crime. not that tom clancy kinda shit, but just straight up biographies of people who were shrink-tested psycho/sociopath serial killers. the thought of even fathoming that there are and were people like this that exist in society is pretty fucked up, but insanely fascinating as well.

this book was called devil in the white city and focused on this dude named h. h. holmes (which is a pseudonym of a pseudonym of a pseudonym of his actual name), this man who was apparently the united states' first serial killer and also possibly jack the ripper, according to some people. this dude slayed so many people during the 1890 chicago's world fair it was fucking insane.

now i'm currently watching a show about it and it's making me realize how fucked up this guy was. this dude had an incinerator in his house and a vault that turned into a gas chamber. oh, and he also went to medical school and knew how to clean and basically butcher a cadaver and sell the skeletons to medical faculties. WHAT!

how on earth does anyone have a twisted mind like that? why doesn't anyone make a horror movie that's "loosely based" on something like that? why are all the worst, most embellished horror movies "loosely based" on a story that could potentially be something super dope on screen?

halloween, i love you but you continually disappoint me. mostly because hollywood blows at making a rad horror flick. maybe i'll start enjoying dressing up more for halloween these days.