I never went to doll meets because, quite frankly, the fandom makes me want to nail myself into the toilet and never come out.
It's not just you. But you already know that.
Isn't Bristol where Dr Doolittle threw the seal into the ocean and then got done for murder, because everybody thought the seal was an old lady? And why is this stuff in my brain?
I have somehow been protected from Dr Doolittle. But there's an anime short about a martial arts expert called Miss China who flies to Mars, and *she* comes from Bristol. No one like that ever comes from Adelaide. We just do serial killers.
And because I'm fighting off anxiety and need distracting until Izzy gets off work - soon, soon - I googled Adelaide and serial killers, because my mother always claimed it was a myth, despite my cousin's best friend's sister being slashed to death in her bath.
But beneath this cultured exterior has always lurked a propensity for brutal crimes. Colonel Light’s statue, in North Adelaide, looks down on the panorama of a magnificent city centre -and on many terrible crime scenes. The chilling words "serial killings" came to apply to South Australia long before the expression entered popular speech around the world.
I'm all homesick now. We may have unbearable heat, but we have a cultured exterior and a propensity for brutal crimes! Bristol just was the heart of the slave trade merchant adventuring or some such effete nonsense.
STOP BEING ANXIOUS RIGHT NOW GODDAMMIT! Wait, that's wrong. Uh. Forget I did that.
You can read about our local claim to crime fame by Googling 'Charles Starkweather.' He was one of our family's garbage men before he turned to spree killing. One of the families he killed lived around the block, and had my mother's maiden name, so family history has tales of panicky phone calls from distant relatives, thinking we'd all been killed. (Not me, since I wasn't alive, but you know what I mean.)
I don't know who they expected would answer the phone, but you know how people are.
I'm glad your family wasn't killed. ♥ It is hard to say that without sounding ridiculous. And, yuck, revolted by all the songs and movies about Starkweather. One day there will be a Snowtown movie or one about Bevan von Einem, and I will *not* see it.
:D There's a local ghost story about how the Wards' murdered dog will occasionally rush up to passersby and bark at them. Followed by some variant of, "Your dog's got loose." "We don't have a dog." *music sting*
Caryl Fugate is much more hated here than Starkweather. She was a cranky stoic on camera, what with being 14 and a lower-class bad girl and all, and the public wanted hysterical girlish remorse. Starkweather, now executed and no longer threatening, has become iconic and James Dean-ish, a folkloric goblin. This town is weird.
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Date: 2007-02-23 03:48 pm (UTC)It's not just you. But you already know that.
Isn't Bristol where Dr Doolittle threw the seal into the ocean and then got done for murder, because everybody thought the seal was an old lady? And why is this stuff in my brain?
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Date: 2007-02-23 03:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-23 04:07 pm (UTC)But beneath this cultured exterior has always lurked a propensity for brutal crimes. Colonel Light’s statue, in North Adelaide, looks down on the panorama of a magnificent city centre -and on many terrible crime scenes. The chilling words "serial killings" came to apply to South Australia long before the expression entered popular speech around the world.
I'm all homesick now. We may have unbearable heat, but we have a cultured exterior and a propensity for brutal crimes! Bristol just was the heart of
the slave trademerchant adventuring or some such effete nonsense.(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-23 04:17 pm (UTC)You can read about our local claim to crime fame by Googling 'Charles Starkweather.' He was one of our family's garbage men before he turned to spree killing. One of the families he killed lived around the block, and had my mother's maiden name, so family history has tales of panicky phone calls from distant relatives, thinking we'd all been killed. (Not me, since I wasn't alive, but you know what I mean.)
I don't know who they expected would answer the phone, but you know how people are.
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Date: 2007-02-23 04:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-23 05:03 pm (UTC)Caryl Fugate is much more hated here than Starkweather. She was a cranky stoic on camera, what with being 14 and a lower-class bad girl and all, and the public wanted hysterical girlish remorse. Starkweather, now executed and no longer threatening, has become iconic and James Dean-ish, a folkloric goblin. This town is weird.