Friday, February 6, 2009

Love and Skin Socks

It's Friday, and I've done writ this for a whole week now. I'm a little bit proud. So for Fridays I want to talk about the subjects that I love most. Last week, my favorite of the blood sucking goats monsters, and today, in no way a change of pace, serial killers.

But as this is a daunting task full of many many facts that may, and some day possibly will, require a blog of their own. I'm going to focus on a few of the superstars of the sociopathic olympics.

Eddie Gein, the inspiration for Psycho, Silence of the Lambs, and even a little bit of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, is one of the darlings of the murder showcase. Today he'd probably even have his own PR rep. In 1945 when his overbearing, religious fundamentalist and psycho in her own right, mother, died of a series of strokes and left Ed alone in the farm house he grew up in, his decline into madness grew steadily until his arrest in 1957 under the suspicion of murders of at least six women. When the police raided his house they found several "homemade" items, including some pieces of clothing. So just out of curiousity...

1) If you were to shop at Gein Stylz on Michigan Ave, what would you buy? (These are all real Ed creations by the way, I'm not this clever.)

a) A necklace made of lips.
b) A vest derived from Women's chests and groins.
c) A nipple belt. (thats right, a whole belt of nipples, I said "at least" six women.)
d) A face mask, from a face.

Well now that you've got your fresh duds, you're going to be looking for a place to stay in the city so you can hit a few bars and not worry about driving home. It just so happens, that America's first serial killer H.H. Holmes built a hotel in the good ole Illinois and has a vacancy tonight. Holmes notorious hotel saw the end of yet an undetermined amount of travelers with several trap doors, rooms the locked from the outside, and a basement laboratory for examining and desposing of guests.

2) As you approach the counter, the smiling owner offers you several themed rooms, which do you choose?

a) The Gas Attack
b) The Big Drop
c) Slice N Dice
d) Or he could shoot you in the face right now


Finally you're all set for a fancy night out, you certainly won't be seeing the sun rise, so you might as well find some shady company to share your evening with. You head to the nearest bar and are met with a smattering of shift characters sitting around the bar. You grab a drink and survey the room.

3) Who do you strike up a convo with?
a) The uptight nervous chap with a button down shirt on and hair combed to the side?
b) The shaggy haired attractive hispanic fellow with piercing eyes?
c) The well dressed smirking man in the corner with a strong jaw?
d) The heavy set oaf with a moustache and dirt under his nails?

*For those of you who answer this I will be more than happy to tell you your fate*

That's it for the week. I'm having fun, are you? I know Lil Beezy is to some extent, high five Beezy. Katy Hawley? If you read this lets see some input, I need to profile you.

5 comments:

Wakkokaty said...

I would totally rather have a necklace made of lips. hands down.

The Big Drop sound the most intriguing with the element of surprise.

The tight nervous chap. I like making people more nervous. Plus they usually become my friend. I could name quite a few people I forced out of their shell.

Cassie said...

Gein Stylz... you're really not making this up?!

1.)D. A face mask as long as its not bloody and dried. Otherwise a necklace made of lips. I've always thought lips felt awesome!

2.)A. I've always enjoyed a good cough.

3.)C. A smirking man and well-dressed? No other way to die!

GarinT said...

Katy, you picked the dashing Jeffrey Dahmer, he's gonna get you drunk and drugged, kill you, and eat you. Gross sexuality in there somewhere too. Fortunately you aren't a man!

Cassandra, you picked Ted Bundy! As you're a woman, you're screwed, he's gonna kill the shit out of you and abandon your body in the woods.

Cassie said...

I'm pretty excited about this.

Wakkokaty said...

Well, at least he got me drunk.