o29. what to do, what to do;
[ooc: After the poisoning/present illness of his flatmate, Phobos has been sulking. His mood remains at a low (unless he genuinely likes you--a category that, at the moment, seems to consist of... 7 people) and he has taken to traumatising the general public to make himself feel better. Reprimands will not be taken well.]
The average human seems to be under the impression their children--or, indeed, their species--are desensitised... Apathetic to the very real dangers that movies like to embellish/tone down/portray incorrectly with gratuitous blood splatters that would have been produced by a sushi chef with a stiletto knife, not a lumbering oaf with a machete.
And they would be right~
Until, that is, someone takes the time to remind them just why those films are made the way they are; why all take place in suburbia, why that strangely decomposed child crawls out of a television, why the protagonists are just like them.
Normal. Average. Boring.
There's a reason the older models of TVs, complete with static, will possibly never be viewed the same way. There's a reason most people cannot look at themselves in the mirror for too long. There's an even better reason why many shudder at the idea of white, middle-class suburbia (there's just something about such a surgically pristine living space that isn't quite right--Indian burial grounds spring to mind... I myself just find it somewhat nauseating).
I am bored. And people do not like to be reminded of the horrors they are capable of creating themselves. Mm... the director's gift for shrouding commonplace objects in enough reasonable doubt to make you turn the dolls around just so they stop staring...
Bored
And
Fed up
The average human seems to be under the impression their children--or, indeed, their species--are desensitised... Apathetic to the very real dangers that movies like to embellish/tone down/portray incorrectly with gratuitous blood splatters that would have been produced by a sushi chef with a stiletto knife, not a lumbering oaf with a machete.
And they would be right~
Until, that is, someone takes the time to remind them just why those films are made the way they are; why all take place in suburbia, why that strangely decomposed child crawls out of a television, why the protagonists are just like them.
Normal. Average. Boring.
There's a reason the older models of TVs, complete with static, will possibly never be viewed the same way. There's a reason most people cannot look at themselves in the mirror for too long. There's an even better reason why many shudder at the idea of white, middle-class suburbia (there's just something about such a surgically pristine living space that isn't quite right--Indian burial grounds spring to mind... I myself just find it somewhat nauseating).
I am bored. And people do not like to be reminded of the horrors they are capable of creating themselves. Mm... the director's gift for shrouding commonplace objects in enough reasonable doubt to make you turn the dolls around just so they stop staring...
Bored
And
Fed up