my visual squick levels? MINUS.
Jun. 20th, 2007 09:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperah, 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.'
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.'
