Movies and Murder

I'm watching the oldest, cheesiest, movie in history.  Well, arguably.  There are tons of old bad movies out there, all from the same time period.  Makes you wonder what all the types of pain and suffering the people at that time had to be put through.  My dad loves them.  They're the movies they watched when they were kids or something.  Some scenes are really morbid, like a old man running (well, sort of shuffling) throw a mob of people who were trying to beat him to death with sticks.  Really.  Where do people come up with this???

  You know I heard a theory from someone that the reason for all these school shootings and stuff is because of all the violence in our culture and music.  And to some point, I agree.  The great thing about the violence nowadays is that all the popular musicians (Eminem, Lady Gaga, etc.) are just better looking than all the violence inspiring things back then.  So props to us new generationers.  :)

My brother is hiding way in the basement right now and he's pretty much why I'm in such a bad mood.  Could you have guessed I was in a bad mood?  I think you should have; the whole topic of violence in generations isn't the happiest.

But I'm so totally moving past that.  Not even thinking about violence of any kind.  Definitely not beating my brother with a large stick.

Nope.  Definitely not that.  After all, if I beat him with a stick whenever I got mad at him; we might have stains on our carpet CONSTANTLY.

And no one wants that.

The bill for cleaning it would be huge.

So I must fight down this urge to kill my older (and yet far stupider and grumpier) brother with every ounce of willpower that I have.

If I did kill him, however, I just have to wonder if I would get caught.  After all, who would suspect the younger and more innocent daughter to a be a murderer?  Not that I AM a murderer.  Keep in mind this is all theoretically.

If I were to say, go down there and offer him a poisoned apple (which I promise you, I do NOT own one) and, of course, the being the nasty and ungrateful brother that he is he would glare at me, say no, and I would tell him that it was poisoned and apple, and just to prove me wrong; he would eat it.

And thus, he would be dead and I would be so much happier.

Sadly this is all hypothetical, and poisoned apples only exist in fairy tales.

As the devil would say, Alas.

(If you're reading this Cal, don't freak out.  I never actually planned to poison you.  I planned to strangle you in your sleep which is a TOTALLY different story.)

:)