Tuesday, February 21, 2006
psycho killers
Psycho killers
Something funny happened last night. As I was passing by my young boy’s room I saw he was completely absorbed in front of the computer but not playing his usual games. When he saw me he quickly minimized what he was doing but our eyes were very quick to detect even a blink … and while I did not suspect anything funny going on (surfing porn) I nevertheless asked him to show me what he was doing…just to be on the safe side… and what it turned out was he was updating his profile in one of those chat groups….the unexpected thing was that he put his age at EIGHTY FIVE YEARS OLD! And he put a picture of a CHIMPANZEE for his photograph! And he’s only just coming to twelve! Don’t know whether my brazzavile beach paperback which has a cover of a chimp on a green background lying around everywhere for the past couple of weeks had anything to do with him choosing this as his avatar.
I don’t know much about chat rooms and finding friends in chat rooms in cyber space to me is a rather sad way of making friends so I really don’t know what kind of crazy things are going on there…but putting your age at 85! That kills me…as Holden Caulfield would say…
Anybody past 30 would invariably lie about their age in cyber space and it stands to reason that a twelve year old would want to pretend to be older…but not THAT old!…I could imagine some middle aged serial killers somewhere pretending to be a young professional and chatting unsuspecting young girls but I don’t know what on earth my 85 yr old chimp chat about…
Speaking of serial killers ….several years back I took a long bus ride from Xian to a remote village in Gansu province where people still live in dug out rooms on the face of mountains …in caves!…I have this friend who works in Beijing and who was the only person that ever went to university from the whole of his village and that’s where I went. His dad is still around. Used to be a school teacher but one night when he come back from school (walking) he fell off the edge of a cliff in pitch darkness and he was only found the next day half dead with a broken hip and paralysed from the waist down. He still lives with his wife a daughter and another son there (nobody gives a damn about one child policy in remote areas of China)…all of them farmers planting wheat and rearing a few pigs…the family has two caves…one for the kitchen and another for bed room and living room. There is no electricity in the whole village but this family is the most progressive one as they have a generator powered by a small old wind mill enough to generate electricity for one electric bulb…or power a black and white television. When I was there I was given the honour of sleeping in the bedroom cave but I was too afraid of darkness that I asked my friend to come accompany me and for once in my life I slept in the same bedroom with another male. But before sleeping time the whole bunch came to this cave room for dinner with us and then a choice…to use the light bulb and have a good chat or to turn on the tv…black and white tv won of course…The whole time I was there (three days) I spent the day time reading the only book that I brought with me… killer clown: the john wayne gacy murders.
Like many people, I’m quite fascinated by these psycho killers and have several true crime books that I usually read when I go to the bathroom….i usually alternate reading Christian bible and books about serial killers in the toilet…
And oh… one of the best and earliest talking head songs was called psycho killers…
And one of the best rock concert ever is jonathan demme’s “stop making sense” …a demented concert of talking head with the great david byrne…..
And here’s the lyric of psycho killers
Psycho killers
By Talking heads
I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and i
Can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire
Psycho killer
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
You start a conversation you can’t even finish it.
You’re talkin’ a lot, but you’re not sayin’ anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho killer,
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
(* spoken interlude in french *)
Psycho killer,
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer,
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....
Something funny happened last night. As I was passing by my young boy’s room I saw he was completely absorbed in front of the computer but not playing his usual games. When he saw me he quickly minimized what he was doing but our eyes were very quick to detect even a blink … and while I did not suspect anything funny going on (surfing porn) I nevertheless asked him to show me what he was doing…just to be on the safe side… and what it turned out was he was updating his profile in one of those chat groups….the unexpected thing was that he put his age at EIGHTY FIVE YEARS OLD! And he put a picture of a CHIMPANZEE for his photograph! And he’s only just coming to twelve! Don’t know whether my brazzavile beach paperback which has a cover of a chimp on a green background lying around everywhere for the past couple of weeks had anything to do with him choosing this as his avatar.
I don’t know much about chat rooms and finding friends in chat rooms in cyber space to me is a rather sad way of making friends so I really don’t know what kind of crazy things are going on there…but putting your age at 85! That kills me…as Holden Caulfield would say…
Anybody past 30 would invariably lie about their age in cyber space and it stands to reason that a twelve year old would want to pretend to be older…but not THAT old!…I could imagine some middle aged serial killers somewhere pretending to be a young professional and chatting unsuspecting young girls but I don’t know what on earth my 85 yr old chimp chat about…
Speaking of serial killers ….several years back I took a long bus ride from Xian to a remote village in Gansu province where people still live in dug out rooms on the face of mountains …in caves!…I have this friend who works in Beijing and who was the only person that ever went to university from the whole of his village and that’s where I went. His dad is still around. Used to be a school teacher but one night when he come back from school (walking) he fell off the edge of a cliff in pitch darkness and he was only found the next day half dead with a broken hip and paralysed from the waist down. He still lives with his wife a daughter and another son there (nobody gives a damn about one child policy in remote areas of China)…all of them farmers planting wheat and rearing a few pigs…the family has two caves…one for the kitchen and another for bed room and living room. There is no electricity in the whole village but this family is the most progressive one as they have a generator powered by a small old wind mill enough to generate electricity for one electric bulb…or power a black and white television. When I was there I was given the honour of sleeping in the bedroom cave but I was too afraid of darkness that I asked my friend to come accompany me and for once in my life I slept in the same bedroom with another male. But before sleeping time the whole bunch came to this cave room for dinner with us and then a choice…to use the light bulb and have a good chat or to turn on the tv…black and white tv won of course…The whole time I was there (three days) I spent the day time reading the only book that I brought with me… killer clown: the john wayne gacy murders.
Like many people, I’m quite fascinated by these psycho killers and have several true crime books that I usually read when I go to the bathroom….i usually alternate reading Christian bible and books about serial killers in the toilet…
And oh… one of the best and earliest talking head songs was called psycho killers…
And one of the best rock concert ever is jonathan demme’s “stop making sense” …a demented concert of talking head with the great david byrne…..
And here’s the lyric of psycho killers
Psycho killers
By Talking heads
I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and i
Can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire
Psycho killer
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
You start a conversation you can’t even finish it.
You’re talkin’ a lot, but you’re not sayin’ anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho killer,
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
(* spoken interlude in french *)
Psycho killer,
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer,
Qu’est que c’est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....
