wickedflea | (no subject)

Why didn't someone fucking TELL me that there was a movie about the Ricky Kasso case??? I had no idea. But it looks like it hasn't had an official release yet, so I guess that's why. Just from looking around the site, I'm a little wary of the whole thing. The kid they got to play Ricky is too nice-looking. Ricky looked--well, look at this icon. I wish Jackie Earle Haley weren't a senior citizen; he would have been a good choice. You know, the kid who played bad-ass Kelly Leak in The Bad News Bears. Jesus, that movie's almost 30 years old, and I'm pretty sure I saw it in the theater. Crispin Glover would have been pretty good too, but basically he would have been reprising his River's Edge role. Hell, they could have hired me! I wear an AC/DC shirt pretty well, by dog.

I don't make a habit of getting wrapped up in stories about murderers and all that, but for some reason this case has always fascinated me. I'm cuckoo for heavy-metal kids who smoke too much angel dust and declare their love for Satan. I can't help it.

Crap, it looks like the movie was made in 2000 but never came out. Dammit.

Yikes. I was just searching for Say You Love Satan, the book written about the Kasso case, and it seems that there's now a play by that name. But it's not the same thing. Sounds fierce, though. Damn, and it played in New Haven! How'd I miss hearing about that?

In other news of pure evil, it seems that my nemesis Jammie the Gentle Clown has some upcoming gigs this spring, summer, and fall. And look what one of them is: The Beltaine Festival at the Pagan Community Church! She's not just nefarious, she's PAGAN, yo! I think I'm gonna have to go to this festival and take her gentle ass out. She's tormented me far too long. I have reason to believe she's responsible for the whoremonger inhabiting my house in the guise of a stereo speaker.

No offense to any actual pagans out there. Most days, I'm pretty pagan my damn self.

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, she fucking did it to me AGAIN! Right in the middle of this post, my cell phone rang. And I knew it was a number I'd dialed today. I cycled back through my mind trying to figure out who I'd called. JAMMIE. Yep, for some reason I called her voice mail just to see what kind of evil voice she had, and when that phone rang a few minutes ago I just KNEW it was her calling me back. It scared the FUCK out of me.

This clown is going DOWN. Oh yes. I got no beef with peace-loving clowns who stay out of my face, but this she-clown is asking for TROUBLE. Lot of balls she has selling herself as "gentle."

(Oh, it turned out just to be my therapist calling me back about an appointment. Gee, do you think I really need therapy???)

pure fucking evil