The Slaughtered Pigs of Destiny

I just watched the movie HOSTEL -- man is that one fucked up movie. Of course I've been a bit freaked-out all day -- hungover (thought not as badly as usual due to a moratorium on hard alcohol drinking) walking around the outdoor DVD market with another guy, and I was rambling on about the movie THE RINGER with Johnny Knoxville, walking past some shops and I turned my head and was suddenly looking a decapitated pig head in the face, in a truck full of recently-slaughted hogs.

I damn near fainted. Not that I'm over squeamish about dead animals, but I just wasn't expecting it, and something about it was like suddenly being in SILENT HILL. I thought I'd just lost my mind completely.

So I decided to go with it, and next I'm going to watch WOLF CREEK and then go to some websites with information about serial killers and such.

Two of the other teachers here in town got Mickeyed at a bar here a few days ago -- a guy invited them to sit with them and offered them the two beers that he had on the table, which he said he'd bought for a couple of girls who weren't coming now. One teacher made it into the toilet and collapsed, the other's liver turned out to be a bit of a tougher thing and he managed to get the other teacher out and get home before he passed out.