Dearly Departed

Final Dead of the Week: 71
Final Death Toll (Since 12th Jan 2006): 1047

I leave it to you, ladies and gentlemen, to ponder on the grotesque nature of the mass media.

For more or less a year, I have faithfully logged the number of humans flatlining on television. Whether their death was as graceful as a lump of clotted blood stuck in the brain, or being chewed to pulp by giant bugs, one things for certain - a creative and sadistic method of murder and torture, should that be my intention, is mostly guaranteed.

How would you like to drown in a puddle 3cm deep, that can be arranged.

What about - hold on, I might be indirectly incriminating myself in any future homicides.

And on that suspicious note, I end today's entry.

P.S. My monitor is still dead, so I got a new one. However, as fate would have it, my phone's dial-tone has mutated into a heartbeat from a dead tone.

This funnily enough means I can make calls from my landline, but the modem interprets the beeping dial-tone as silence.

This post was published from stolen bandwidth at an international organization.