Jason mask…

Just idly surfing after watching a horror documentary and realised that among my memorabilia I don’t have a Jason mask – you know, the scary hockey one from the Friday the 13th movies.

Amazon seemed a likely outlet, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheer panic-inducing terror that one of their offerings entailed.

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See if you can spot the spine-chilling abomination…

It’s an outrage…

Has anyone else noticed how often that ‘outrage’ appears in newspaper and online news headlines these days?

I had to remind myself what it actually means, so often do I come across it:

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It’s the ‘anger’, ‘resentment’, ‘violates’, ‘brutality’ that bother me, when 99% of these stories demonstrate none of these things, merely lazy churnalism and efforts to create clickbait.

When was the last time you were really outraged by something?

Semantic bleaching again – overuse a word and it ceases to have any impact.

I’m not providing examples and driving traffic toward any of them – you know who they are. But imagine spending three years to get a degree in journalism and then being constantly driven (or subbed) to turn every story into an example of outrage?

It’s outrageous!

 

Cattle Decapitation…

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…are an extreme metal band from the U.S., who I have been listening to quite a lot on Spotify recently.

While cooking yesterday, I called up some of their tracks on YouTube to keep me company as the pork chop rinds were crisping away in the oven.

Later on in the evening, I mentioned to Mrs A how much I had enjoyed listening to Cattle Decapitation while making lunch. And, as a result, for the second time in a week, she called into question my credentials as a civilised human being.

She actually thought that I was listening to the sound of cows having their heads cut off – and getting off to it so much that I was extolling its charms to her.

I sometimes wonder what I’ve done to deserve such judgments…