I’m sure you’ve all heard of the woman who was defaced (quite literally) by a “pet” chimpanzee in Connecticut a few days ago, right? Well, if you haven’t given it a listen, the audio of the 911 call is quite chilling in its own right. You can access it here:
WFSB.Com
UPDATE: The poor woman attacked by the chimp lost both eyes, her nose, and her jaw in the attack. Can you even imagine? How do you cope with something like that? You can’t see and you can’t talk. I have to imagine that in the same circumstance, I would feel like I’d rather die than live with injuries like that. You?
Charla Nash Lost Eyes, Nose, and Jaw
Ghastly!
I’ve been given another impossible work deadline and I’ve been working 16 hour days the last week, even this weekend, so that’s why I haven’t been around much lately. But I thought that as I’m listening to my music on shuffle to try and ease some of the dreariness of my life, I’d share some of my favorite morbid songs as they come up. First off, one of my favorite songs about suicide – “Land” from Patti Smith’s incredible 1975 debut album Horses. If you’ve never heard the song before, listen to it alone with headphones on and the lights out, concentrate on the words, then tell me if the song doesn’t absolutely floor you.
Sundry
Have you heard about the Sully Cocktail? Two splashes of Grey Goose and a shot of water.
Incidentally, does anyone else out there get really annoyed when people call something quite within the realm of not only possibility but probability a “miracle”? When Sully landed his plane they immediately termed it the “Miracle on the Hudson”. So, God gets all the credit for the pilot and co-pilot’s skill at landing the plane on the water? I’d be quite annoyed if I were those guys – there goes God stealing the credit again. But who put those geese in front of the plane in the first place, hmmmm? How come God doesn’t get blamed for that? Too bad Michael Phelps doesn’t have God’s PR agent – he could shoot up in front of the press and all anyone would say is how miraculous his abs are.
Mirth
Back in my carnivorous childhood years, my mother used to make us a treat every Christmas Eve. She’d take bacon, onion, and velveeta cheese, grind it through an old metal hand-crank meat grinder, slather the mixture onto buns, and toast them. It was a disgustingly nummy treat, and I was always fascinated by the mechanism of the meat grinder. I used to imagine what it would be like to get my hand stuck inside it. Well, thanks to the kindness of Ken who forwarded me the attached link, now I know.
(Warning: Very Squeam-inducing.)
A Very Bad Day At Work
Ghastly!
Just one of many profound statements made over the years by everyone’s favorite green miscreant, Salad Fingers. Now you can hear many of the most chuckle enducing sound bites by accessing the Salad Fingers Soundboard!
Salad Fingers Soundboard
Thanks to Twisted Princess for the link!
Mirth
As you may be aware, I enjoy the occasional urban exploration foray, especially when it involves abandoned hospitals, asylums, and factories. However, I’ve never come across anything as interesting as what some urban explorers discovered in an abandoned warehouse in Detroit:
The full story can be found at The Detroit News.
Thanks to Roger for the link.
Ghastly!
I’ve been to most states in our hallowed union, but the one glaring exception that torments me is the great state of Massachusetts. One of these days, I simply MUST take a trip to bask in that witchy ax-murderer vibe… and when I do, I’ll be sure to use Boston.Com’s “This Could Only Happen In Massachusetts” as my guide. (Thanks to Steve O’ for sending me the link.)
Sightseer
