|Rotten.com Sometimes Creeps Me . . .
||[Oct. 21st, 2003|01:23 am]
Case in point: When your little voice inside your head is trying to tell you to move along and get to your friend's house for Monday Night Football, listen to the little voice.|
I'm futzing around online, and I don't wanna get ready yet. I'm online fiending, looking for something to get into posting or reading and enjoying. What do I stumble upon, in my strolling net fingers?
Rotten.com . . . I've been there before, and that stuff is never as shocking as when you don't expect it to happen (case in point: those prankster flash movies . . . they're gonna kill an old lady some day). Anyway, I digress.
Rotten.com. Yeah, it's rotten, but it's necessary. Though, my little voice was right . . . when I stumbled upon the photo layout of the bloated, days-old corpse in bed . . . one that had sat there with the high temperature for a while . . . my aunt died this way. I never gave credence to when my dad said she was soup, but I finally understood what he meant.
I know, this isn't a children-friendly post-set. But hey! Aren't you supposed to keep yer kids net-restricted to Disney, if you gave such a flying hootenany!
We gotta grow up sometimes the hard way. That was a jolt to the gut, but I'm a man, so I got over it and went to watch a really wonderful Monday Night Football.
Yay! The end.
I am an unabashed lover of looking at gross things!
Yeah, normally, I don't shy away from strange images.
Do you know anything about that one guy that sticks his finger through his nose and out of his eye socket? I've seen that as a LJ icon .. .
I read in Snopes that it was a fake.
I hate rotten.com
I just hate it.
My crappy evil ex had Satan for a roommate, he goes by the clever alias of Mike.
Well, anyhow, one night he was like, "Im gonna torture the living hell out of everyone and bring them into the abyss that is my life," and he decided to show us photo after photo from that damnable website.
I just, I just think its pretty awful that people who are suppose to be taking care of crime scenes, and whatever else, should really not be posting pictures online. I know thats not where ALL of them come from, but a good majority are photos that should have never left their tidy little files.
And furthermore, it gave me the worst nightmares I have had since I was a child with an uber-overactive imagination.
I guess, when it comes down to it, I really can be a prude. But man... ::shuddering:: ... that website is just no good.
(and in defense of my prudishness, I can clean anything I can kill, which so far hasnt been all that much, but well, I can do it without getting all "eww icky gross" like some ninny girly girl, but the stuff on that website is icky. Plain and simple.)
Good. No squirms when the worms get hooked. That, I appreciate.
Yeah, Unsolved Mysteries, that theme song in a darkened room still gives me the willies.
The gut punch from the photos is only temporary. The memory, however, is a little longer than temporary. I don't mind rotten.com, but sometimes, they just go a little too far!
The only good that can come from such horrors are the lessons they teach.
Unfortunately, Mengele believed that the sacrifice of others against their will would further science.
That . . . was utterly wrong.
Even though humanity benefits from his knowledge, in some ways, rotten.com goes along the lines of it, but it isn't nearly as bad due to the fact that most of these things happened as part of accidents or uncontrollable events. If there's something to be learned, then there's something good that comes from it.
Ugh. It is grisly, for sure.