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It's been a bit of a week. First, news on Gin.
I received a call from a guy a few nights back who said he'd seen Gin a day after she went missing, fighting with another cat on his porch. She apparently spent 24 hours on the porch before his 'neighbours' called animal control and they came and took her away. He was "pretty sure" it was Gin, based on the flyer, and gave me the name of the shelter she was sent to. But hurry, he says, after 5 days they put lost cats up for adoption, he says, 7 days later. So the next day I go to work and can't concentrate, so decide to leave work and get Gin - a fucking marvvy girl from work insisted on driving me, as it was on the other side of Chicago and I had no idea how I was going to get there and bring Gin home. The entire sojourn took 4 hours, and long story short, it wasn't Gin. Lots of miserable, pathetic-looking cats in cages, but no Gin. It was a long, teary, stupid day, yay. P.S. Spay and neuter your cats, people.
Tonight I was walking home tipsy on sangria (The Husband and I had Spanish people for dinner, and he went home the short way whilst I stopped for coffee) when I saw a broken seagull in the park. I called animal services, and they said they'd send someone out. I told them I'd wait. The seagull was sitting up, but had obviously broken its wing and had blood on its back. I'd been able to walk right up next to it, and it didn't move - just started making pathetic sounds. So I stood back in the freeeeezing cold, with nothing but my boobs to keep me warm, so as to protect it from dogs and muggers until the bird rescuers arrived. Luckily I had delicious coffee to keep me company. And boobs. One hour later, the seagull had progressed from standing upright to slowly sinking down into the earth, beak pressed into the dirt and wings spread out. It was dying. So I called 311 again, and they were engaged. Five minutes later I went over to the bird and it was quite dead, so I called 311 again and told them to cancel the pick-up. I asked what I should do with the body, and was told to leave it there, as they'd get around to picking it up eventually. While standing in the dark and cold, a weird Irish guy asked me if I was looking for an apartment, and some crazy lady loaned me her sweater as she was doing laps of the park. When she found out the bird had died, she went over and...cuddled it. Yes. I told the dead seagull that, had it been a monkey or maybe even a pelican, animal services would have surely gotten there sooner. Seagulls are, like, one step up from pigeons.
Lastly, I saw the final in the Feast trilogy. I've been trying to convince all my lover-of-horror friends to watch these movies, to no avail (Mars, I'm looking at you, mostly). They are surprisingly brilliant (especially #2 & #3), and quite possibly the most fresh and unique horror films of this past decade. I'm in love with the end credits from Feast 2: Sloppy Seconds - it's beautiful. Here's an image of one of the beasties trying to eat a Mexican wrestler midget in a can, and Honey Pie;
The series contains: a baby monster ejaculating into a lesbian biker's mouth, projectile vomiting, gore, midgets in catapults, baby death, cat-fucking, a creature eating a woman's head and then shitting it out moments later, a man who walks around for several hours with a metal pipe through his skull, a man being fucked in the back (he soon gives birth to a super-monster), an unhappy ending for a flying baby, a handicapped prophet, a ninja kid with no arms, maggots, giant monster penis-and-scrotum ensembles, gratuitous nudity (two of the characters are topless for a majority of films #2 and #3), a woman who has her uterus ripped out via her vagina by an angry lesbian, a big-arse robot, a slowly decomposing grandmother, Henry Rollins, a hobo who shits his pants, a dead penis ejaculating, plus so much more I can't even tell you because it's a secret...did I mention cat-fucking? Yes, I'm a teenage boy. Honestly, why aren't you watching this right now? I can't name ANY of my friends who have seen these films (and if you have, please speak up). They just get better and better. Plus, it's an independent, family affair! Gosh I love them, they're so fucking disgusting and wrong. Anyways, if you love horror that's refreshingly clever, over-the-top gory, and totally hilarious, you should see these - again, Mars, especially, am looking at you.
That's it.