Another fantastic photograph here:
I am presently recovering from one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me.
I was walking down my stairs with a cup in my hand, about to make a morning cup of tea when my foot slipped forward, I fell backwards and smacked my coccyx (for those that do not know — this is the very bottom of the spinal cord, at the lower back above your rear). Then I proceeded to fall down the remaining stairs, repeatedly hitting my coccyx again and again. For a few seconds afterward I jumped around and shouted “FUCK FUCK FUCK” while agonising in pain. Then it stopped and I thought I should rest my coccyx for a little bit, remove all the stresses. Thus I lay down on my couch. It was now that things got scary. Especially when I am in the house alone.
As soon as I lay down I suddenly felt very faint. I felt I was going to vomit. I started to sweat loads and my eyesight started to fade and cloud up. You know that feeling of when you get up too fast? It was like that but constantly. I scrambled up and felt my way to the dining room, not being able to see anything, my legs almost collapsing beneath me. And still the need to vomit, gagging in my throat. My hot sweat had turned cold and in the space of seconds I was shivering profusely. When I got to the dining room, I don’t know why (probably because when I felt faint a few weeks before I did this and it helped), but I pigged out on all the fruit and grapes I could get my hands on. Swallowing it all despite wanting to vomit and finding it hard to swallow. I clamored looking for more food to help restore my senses, my eyesight still terrible and now my ears starting to “buzz”. By this time I was really scared I had damaged my spinal cord, jittered it or something and I was in the house alone so no one could help me. I picked up more fruit and returned to the dining room, trying to remain calm and not panic. I lay down on the couch again and slowly ate the fruit. My eyesight gradually returned but my ears were getting worse and my coccyx REALLY hurt. I looked in the mirror and I was white, pale with nearly blue lips. I rested on the couch and stayed calm for 10 minutes or so and the symptoms all passed, with the exception of the throbbing back pain.
I made my cup of tea and typed this up, still wondering if I am perfectly OK. I realize now I suffered from some sort of shock, but this never occurs to you when you loose all strength, sense and conscious thought.
So that’s my day so far.
Natural Born Killers
Both with Juliette Lewis in, both in which she plays her role perfectly. These are what I would call proper serial killer movies, rather than the Jason Freddy rubbish horror stuff. These delve into the psyche of a movie killer.
Kalifornia isn’t a great movie. Some of the acting is really poor (Forbes), some of it is too dry (Duchovny, but I like his voice) but some of it is perfect (Pitt). The storyline is filled with irony and rather predictable plot lines and conclusions, but nonetheless is still enjoyable to watch – if only for Brad Pitt’s performance and his anecdotes when killing – his non serious approach to everything. I won’t talk about the ending, but the VERY ending is in my eyes perfect.
Natural Born Killers, a story by Tarantino, directed by Stone. This movie is an instant favourite of mine. It is BRILLIANT. The style, the monologue, the controversy, the storytelling, the plot, the Leonard Cohen soundtrack, it’s all just astonishing. Mallory’s “Am I beautiful now?” fight scenes really enthralled me and I was in awe of the passion Lewis gave to her character. A character that was perfectly matched by Woody Harrelson as Mickey. It’s hard to decide where to start picking this movie apart – the ruthless killing, the media & tv influences, the drugs, the brutal childhoods, the prison riots, the bent coppers, the natural killing desire. This movie oozes with greatness. I will watch it again, soon. 10/10