rent update

In regards to the rent debacle, we've sent off a letter asking who precisely is going to pay that much for a council flat in a council estate whose main thing going for it is location - as one flatmate pointed out, it's basically student digs. Anyone who can spend that much is going to want a much nicer place with bigger rooms, a better and more modern kitchen, a much better bathroom, and ... not on a council estate. Oh, and apparently he once tried to put up the rent on the small rooms to £450 - no-one took them at that price so he was forced to reduce to £400. Waiting for response.

still, gotta go search gumtree. At times like these you really need a map with all the areas of London listed just to get some idea of where they're talking about.

listening to Chicago soundtrack, which is probably one of the best examples around of how arrangement and delivery can completely crucify or make brilliant one song - one version is a big solo throaty power ballad, one cutesy and one jazz cabaret.

my visual squick levels? MINUS.

ah, job. What you do to my visual squick levels. 'oh, tumour. meh. bored now. what I'd give for an interesting bile duct.' 'oooo, is that - ? wow, bleeding recurrent tumour that punctured his abdomen wall from his intestine? cooooooool. And it's getting a bit of necrosis? *fascinating*.' (seriously, the guy had a recurrent bleeding hole about five inches from his bellybutton through to his intestine. for *years*.)

Or to put it another way, article today was a case report on some poor sod with elephantitis of the scrotum which had put him in a wheelchair. Elephantitis is one thing that will *always* get me to look, for some reason. And it turned out to be just the scrotum before and after in the way of pics. We're talking worksafe for accountants, here. See me mutter and pout because it was just that boring, and then scroll to the meat of the article and go 'oh good lord, diabetes mellitus being the root cause *again*? Does that condition have *nothing* better to do?'

After a while, everything looks like a variation on the insides of someone. With interesting growths. You long for bile ducts and necrosis.

And the point of this? I don't watch slasher films. I have no desire to, partly because I've never been into horror films for the most part - my type of horror is normally The Others, The Ring, 28 Days Later, Dog Soldiers, that sort of thing. But I'd dread what it'd be like for the other people watching with me to watch the most gross-out slashers. 'meh, intestines. huh. interesting fat dappling on that bit.'