Always unexpected…

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It never fails…I seem to drop off the face of the planet. BUT I’M STILL HERE!!

I unexpectedly came down with a case of pneumonia. Some of you know how serious that is for me. I have COPD, and the two just clash and try to kill me. I even had to have a nice little emergency trip to the ER one night. As a result, I’m back to trusting my oxygen unit at home again. I keep it hooked up to my CPAP for ease. When I feel too weak, I lie down with it and focus on deep breaths.

I think this was all brought on by spreading myself a little thin the month of November, exhausting myself, and then the way the crazy Southern weather fluctuates. Or, one of the kids picked up a germ or two and brought it into the house. My immunity levels are nearly non-existent, so of course I’d catch a bug and it turn near fatal.

So, there is the explanation of my rather sudden disappearance.

I have something really wonderful to share however, that will take me offline again next week after the 25th. But with that brief absence, I will be back with my new baby!
Here is the story…

ChesterAnn (aka Fat Cat) died last year, as some of you know, and it devastated me. Since then, I have gotten three other cats. I love each and every single one of them. My baby though, is BaxterMarie. She’s up my butt in and my business all the time.

Some of you are also well aware that my best friend lives all the way out in New Mexico. Well…a small kitten, too young to even be weaned yet, showed up around her house crying. It was very feral. However, being the animal lover my best friend is, she set up a crate shelter in the inside of her garage next to the door and kept the garage door cracked for the kitten to find its way there and keep warm, and to finally have some food.

Upon finally seeing this little kitten, she snapped a quick picture of it and sent it to me. I swear, it is ChesterAnn reborn.

So, come the 26th, I will be on the road from Alabama to New Mexico to 1. See one of the most influential people in my life and 2. to pick up my new (old?) kitteh. My best friend swears it is ChesterAnn reincarnated, and was sent to her to bring us all together, and I am in with that belief. The resemblance is uncanny, the attitude as well. The kitten isn’t as feral as first thought, though is rather shy of people.

I’m super excited. I’m sure all my other cats will hate me for a bit for bringing another baby into the house, but they need a sibling.

BaxterMarie will have the biggest adjustment as I bottle feed the kitten and wean it properly.

So excited.

Happy Holidays to all of you…my friends and followers. All the best to you and your families.

Be sweet, my lovelies.

November 2016 Day 17

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Hello! So, let’s start off with a Public Service Announcement. ZOE IS IN PAIN. Also, Zoe has taken some painkillers that kind of make her stupid. Zoe also received TWO bilateral cortisone shots in her back today and they hurt like a…well…I am not going to swear and curse and offend anyone…let us just image all those bad words you would get your mouth washed out with soap for. ~nods~

In addition, no NaNoWriMo word count thus far. I tried writing before I left for the doctor’s appointment, but the pain was just too bad and I was cold. Like, freezing cold.

Excuses, excuses, I know. ~hangs head in shame~

So, on to BlogHer Blog a Day….

Today’s BlogHer prompt:
Nov. 17: What is the hardest lesson you’ve learned from having pets? 

Pets are like toddlers, nothing on the lower shelves are safe. My cats are like so many you see on the YouTube videos of cats looking owners directly in the eye and knocking something over, pleased as punch at the shattering noise they’ve managed to make.

I have also learned that, for me, losing a beloved pet is like losing a child. My child was grown, my Fat Cat was a therapy animal. We bonded immediately. She guarded me…viciously. She was known to even chase my own daughter down the hall to keep her away from me. If you did not have her permission, Fat Cat did not think you needed to be near me.

Very overprotective cat, very aware of my moods and movements, able to soothe me like no one else ever. She was utterly perfect…and then she got bit by that dog, developed an internal wound, underwent surgery to try to correct it, had a feeding tube inserted so I could tend to her myself in the comforts of her own home…and she lost her battle in the end. My world instantaneously shattered.

When I got my other cats, Fat Cats toys and clothes were put away, and the new terrors received their own toys…tried the clothes, none of them like them like Fat Cat did.

I had Fat Cat cremated. I wear a silver paw print pendant around my neck, only taking it off when going into the water such as swimming or showering…it contains a bit of Fat Cats ashes. In addition, I have a beautiful urn for Fat Cat that sits right up here in the cubby on the top hutch of my desk so that she is always looking down on me.

So, I am a little morbid. Yeah, I know I am. I have two little shines dedicated to Fat Cat. That was my baby, and she had to move on.

On a happier note, I believe my little ‘forever kitten’ BaxterMarie is channeling Fat Cat in some ways. Wow, does she do a lot of the naughtier things Fat Cat used to do.

Quinney is the sweetheart of the three. She talks back…to the point of it becoming an argument. However, she is so cute and fluffy and knows how to work that angle; she gets away with murder.

Then there is Jeffrey Jones. Big cat. You would think he was the dominant one of the house….ooohh nooo…not Jeff. Most timid thing ever. But also so utterly adorable.

Put the three cats together in playtime or after a little hit of catnip and you would swear it was like the NasCar of the cat world up in this house. Zoom, zoom, zoom. Well, maybe not that so much. It’s really surprising how three cats can sound like a trampling herd of buffalo sometimes.

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Well, it’s time for me to nap away some of this pain.
Be sweet, my lovelies!

One Year Ago: The day my heart shatttered

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One year ago today my heart broken into a million pieces.

The loss of my Fat Cat – ChesterAnn – devastated me. The vet had worked weeks to try to pull her through, but in the end, she passed away.

My office has become quite the shrine to her memory. And even with getting 3 new cats, there is a void that she left behind.

ChesterAnn was like no other cat I have ever had. There will be no other cat with her distinct personality…and personality she had in loads.

So today I’ll mope around, look through pictures, talk to the other cats about her. I’ll snivel a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

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Blech. July

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So, the month of July has not been kind to me at all.

I’m feeling bummed and depressed, but I’ve had a recent change in anti-depressants, so thats expected. Still getting used to them.

But, nothing seems to being going as planned. I’m irritable and moody and by no way a joy to be around in any way, shape or form.

Maybe because I am turning another year older? I dont think thats it. The though doesnt really bother me.

I know I am cranky with the people in this house. Not really my kid. She’s been good, and since getting her own employment back, her mood had raised significantly.

The cats are all doing well. One thing that will bum me out next month, is that it will mark a year since Fat Cats passing. I know I will be a wreck.

But why am I so pissy now other than having to deal with one other human who does need to be punched in the throat but I dont wanna go to jail. Why should I let this prick irritate me so much? Blech.

We’ve had daily storms here, which I DO find soothing, but they make it dreadful out when the sun comes back out. It turns this place into a steambath. But, for the most part, I keep my butt indoors.

I have been writing, but its really been sub-par, and my word counts arent reaching my daily goals. I am falling short. That makes me sad. I am trying to find motivation and a kick to the pants. With Camp NaNo, I just feeling like I’m falling behind. Total suckage.

I am seeing no bright sides lately. Thats bad.

Maybe I need more cats.

LAND SHARK!!!

So, I spoil my cats. Yes, I know, crazy cat lady thing. And even though technically Jeffrey is my daughters cats, he spends more time with me and I look at him as mine as well.

So, I indulged the new baby, BaxterMarie, and my grandbabykitty Jeffrey with new presents for each.

Behold…LAND SHARKS!!!

Now, at first, Jeffrey was content to just chill and sleep in his. BaxterMarie had other ideas, however. She kept pouncing on his and smooshing the side in. She was more interested in the fins and stuff.

But now, as you can see, she is sleeping snuggly warm in hers.

The two cats are getting closer day by day. It was a big break through when Jeffrey finally let BaxterMarie cuddle with him for a nap.

Today, for the first time, he groomed her. Oh, she didnt like it one bit, because Jeffrey seems to have a fascination with her little feets. He put her in a strangle hold and was like ‘look here, you lil snot, you must smell like me…I shall bathe you and you will like it!’. It was funny to watch.

They are currently over at my laptop desk in the chair fighting. I hear BaxterMarie give a little squeak every once in awhile and have to tell Jeffrey to be gentle. He backs off and minds me well. He’s a good boy.

And BaxterMarie is just a little darling. More often than not she is right here on my desk cuddled against me. And when not cuddling, she is playing with her multitude of toys. I had given the cats most of ChesterAnn’s (Fat Cat) toys. They each have their favorites.

On another note, its Thanksgiving here in the US and I dont care. I mean, not to be ugly or anything, but I’m just not a big holiday sort. I try to do something nice for Christmas only for the sake of my daughter,and this year, I am not bothering with the tree or anything. I got her a few gifts already, and that will be that.

Other news…I have a horrific cold. I know it was brought about by the weather. It was nice here, 80’s, then it dropped down into the 40’s, then it rained and got humid again, and now the temps are back up. The moisture in the air has probably been playing havoc with my lungs, and you all know I have COPD. Blah. So, I am extremely tired and trying to stay on top of things with cold meds and whatnot, while also not laying down much to keep the fluid from settling and building in my lungs. SO…TIRED.

NaNoWriMo is winding down. I have REALLY enjoyed being a Municipal Liaison. I will do it next year, and years to come, hopefully. My word counts have been good and steady and I’m still not finished with everything I want to write. I will admit I have been working my book like a movie is filmed…out of sequence. When I have a great idea for a particilar chapter, I work on it and perfect it, getting it down while its fresh in my head, then doing a completely different thing when it strikes me.

In the gaming world, things are as depressing as ever. No one to write with. And I tried to use one of my old characters to do a little train of thought type of thing on the situation of the ‘city’ and its inhabitants from her perspective. I was trolled majorly bad, or, well, my character was…it still doesnt make you feel worth a damn.

I got my new laptop in, thanks to my mommy. I unboxed it, but have yet to set it up and turn it on to get things how I want them. I am just too tired and have no drive.

I know the girls at the coffee shop will be glad to see me on a more regular basis once again. They are always asking why I dont come in to write anymore.

My old laptop isnt completely dead, its still good for some things. It lasted me a good while, and I put it through some abuse. Its just obsolete now. And even with a new battery, it wont hold a charge. It always has to be plugged in and that is a major inconvenience. Especially for using MSWord. It seems to drain my battery life incredibly fast.

But, that will be a thing of the past now, with the shiny new laptop. And I will take extra special care of it.

My next major purchase will be a new computer. Just the tower. I have a great monitor set-up, great keyboard and mouse, great webcam. And I can strip the blu-ray player from this tower to put in a new one. I am really good about making use of things.

I think, however, that this desktop is going to last me a good while longer. Everything on it works great. I just replaced the video card and put in a new hard drive, and added the max RAM, so its fast and smooth. Its just a little…ugly…lol. No, not really. It still looks sleek and all, you can just tell its an older model. I’ve had it over 6 years now.

Well, I’m just a chatty Cathy today, arent I? You’ve fallen asleep, havent you? If not, you are now lulled into a nice mood to take a nap. 😛

Happy Food Coma day to all you US folk.

~loves and squishes~

Cuddle Clones

As you all know, when Fat Cat died I was beside myself. My grief still tears me up inside today. I miss her so. She was so dear to me, and, while I have gotten myself an unexpected kitten, I can not replace Fat Cat in my heart.

Someone had sent me a link to Cuddle Clones when ChesterAnn (Fat Cat) had passed. I thought the whole idea behind the site was lovely. You can see what they do here, http://www.cuddleclones.com/index.html .

It is pricey, I know. But each item is hand made. Custom ordered to your specifications and pictures you provide.

Today I recieved a ‘quality check’ email asking me to look over the progress and see how I like it and give my approval.

Is that not AMAZING!! Again, its pricey. But to me, it was worth it. And, well, pro-tip…you can go to RetailMeNot and find discount codes. I had found one for 20% off.

I think for anyone who has lost a dear pet, this is a wonderful way to preserve a little piece of it.

The Cuddle Clones site also does more than just cats. They do dogs and horses as well. They can replicate a favorite stuffed animal from you or your childs past. They can take drawings you’ve made and make them plushies.

But their primary goal has always been to offer those of us who have lost a pet some little bit of comfort. Not only do they do the plushes, they have figurines and have recently added wood burning plaques.

I cant wait to finally recieve my Cuddle Clone of ChesterAnn. I will post pics of her when I get her in!

~love and squishes my darlings~

Little love – Fat Cat spoke to me.

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So, something unexpected happened the day before yesterday.

As you can see from the pictures, I have a new kitteh in my life. I believe with all my heart my late Fat Cat guided all this.

I took Jeffrey to the vet to be …well…snipped. Nothing unusual happened. Dropped the grandbaby off to get snipped, went home, wrote for my NaNoWriMo word count…

Later in the day I am called by the vet to picked the poor de-nutted Jeffrey back up to bring home. I go…as I am waiting for them to fetch him from the back, I noticed a HUGE cage in the receptionists office. And then a little tiny movement.

Well, me being so nosy asked what was in such a big cage. Honestly, I thought it was a ferret squiggling around in the blankets.

The staff at the vets office know me too well. TOO WELL. The two girls smiled. They looked at the silver pendant I wear around my neck that has Fat Cats ashes in it. They say… “Now, Miss Zoe, we know you are still grieving, but hold her, give her a hold.” They proceed to produce the little orange angel you see above.

My lip quivered. I held her. The first thing she did was lick my lips and start purring, curling into my hold. Then she started playing with Fat Cats pendant.

The girls told me that earlier that day, a woman had come in with a box of kittens, five of them, acting like she was there to get them a check up. It was the busiest part of the day for the office. Before they knew it, the woman was gone, but the box of kittens was just sitting in the waiting room unattended. She had never given them any information on herself. She just left the kittens in all the commotion of the lunchtime hour.

The kittens were all checked and stuff, making sure they didnt have any contangions or illnesses. Most of the staff adopted the kittens straight off.

Two hours passed between the last kitten being taken and me showing up to pick up Jeffrey. No one else had taken an interest because she seemed ‘too plain’ in appearance, though she is SO playful and friendly.

Then Fat Cats doctor came out. He placed his hand on my shoulder and told me ‘its not too soon, you know.’. I lost it. I cried. The girls behind the counter cried. The doctor cried.

Jeffrey hissed and growled. But, some of that was pain, I do believe.

So, here I am with a new kitten.

I present you all with BaxterMarie. She exhibits so many of ChesterAnns (Fat Cat) attributes. The way she likes to cuddle in my arms. They way she kicks me off my own chair. The way she lets me know what she wants or needs.

Since bringing her home, she has chosen a favorite toy. Its a little fuzzy/glittery purple ball. She is fiercely protective of it to the point that when she plays with it, she growls the entire time and never bats it too far from herself. When she pounces it, she holds it protectively for a moment before playing again.

Jeffrey is warming up to her. They play chase, sometimes he gets a little too rough. And, because he has to show his dominance, he steals her ball and plays with it. Keep in mind, he has NEVER shown an interest in this ball ever before. He has his own favorite toys which he has hidden from her.

So, I have a new baby.

I am happy with my little love.

SHE LIVES!!!….sorta….

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YES! I LIVE!!!!
I tell you, these past few months have been ass-kickers. The loss of my beloved Fat Cat, my big sister getting married. Whew.
The weddings was WONDERFUL!!
Even the part where I fell off a bridge into a sand dune and lay there yelling ‘HO DOWN!’…and that was BEFORE I started drinking. ~face palms~
It was a really great time. Beautiful service. My sister was radiant.
So, I was super busy, and didnt mean to be gone from the blogging world as long as I was. My buddy Patricia told me I needed to dust the thing off a bit. I love getting email from you all, I really do! Always puts a smile on my face!
I am totally immersed in the coming NaNoWriMo Event this year. I was made a Municipal Liaison and working with the NaNo staff, we restructed the previous years Regions into something a little different. So, instead of just two areas that were without Liaisons in previous years, we combined the two, and added two more counties to the mix.
I have found the libraries in most towns are more than happy to help in the event, as well as some local businesses. I have been busy coordinating meetups and write ins, as well as preparing fun little things for the events and parties.
I feel accomplished and proud. I really hope we get a larger participant community build in comparison to previous years.
The role play world has been treating me decently. I have a character with a mad crush on another, and it looks like he just may be returning those feelings. Exciting. My other character, well, she is as weird as always. No one likes dealing with her, so I dont get much writing time with her anymore. My alternate character seems to be garnering more attention, so the shift from main and alt just may change.
The other game? The strictly vampire one? Well, I log into the grid to move, feed, steal …and thats pretty much it. I havent even visited the role play forums for that game in ages, as no one writes with me anymore, and I’ve played that character for 13 years now, I am having a hard time focusing on new material to write solo for her.
Home life is good. Little Jeffrey is turning into Big Jeffrey and its almost time for his lovely ‘family jewels’ to be removed. The daughter is doing good, other than hating the fact that she is currently out of work. She’s doing great on obtaining her secondary degree, and is looking at two different schools to obtain her Bachelors in Paralegal Sciences. She is adamant that it be an ABA school, of course, and thats the smart thing to do.
I miss my Fat Cat every day. And I’m sure my friend Patricia is missing getting random emails and text from the old cat. No, Patricia, I will not give Jeffrey my passwords. 😛
So, my darlings, I have missed you all!
November will be busy, but I will Ninja on you every so often!
~smooches~

Naughty naughty…

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Well, I havent posted any actual stories in awhile, and while I may be posting all about movies, serial killers and the Netflix Vortex of Doom, I am still squeezing time in to write. 

I write every day. I keep a journal every day as well.

So, my writing lately is been…of the naughty variety. SMUT!!!

I have short stories started, but all lack endings. I need proper endings. Oh, but the lovely smut is there.

I do believe I have a good end for one of these smut stories in mind. I’m going to try to work it together tomorrow. 
The, of course I will share with you all.

In other news, the gaming is going fair, I guess. I quit playing one game pretty much altogether. But the other, where I have two character, well, I had put those characters in ‘time out’ while Fat Cat was sick, and havent brought one of them back out. The only reason that I did pull one of them out was because a fellow player contacted me through Facebook and requested a particular character to enter into a thread with his. I couldnt say no…my character has a crush on his. Though, I play her to be very shy, it will be something never known and she will agonize, because, well, making my characters suffer is great for shits and giggles.

NaNowriMo is coming, and I am preparing on that front as well. I am Municipal Liaison for a newly created home region here in SE Alabama. I am drafting letters to the libraries in the surrounding counties and working on a list of places, such as coffee shops, that would host get togethers and write-ins. I’m excited.

My only disappointment in it all is that my donation page for the San Fracisco Write-a-thon is not generating any donations. I was really hoping to reach at least the minimum to earn me a spot at the event. Maybe I should reinterate that none of that money comes to me…it goes directly to NaNo…I’m just trying to win a spot in the event. I have to pay for everything. Bleh. I’ve looked at airline tickets and hotels, and I could get there the night before the event, and leave the morning after and it wont break my budget too awful much. It does help that my soon to be brother in law works for a major airline and can get me a deal. However, the hotels in the area of the event are pretty skeevy unless I am willing to drop some cash.

But, at this rate, it doesnt look like I’ll reach whats needed to earn me a spot. Thats life.

I miss Fat Cat every day. Having little man Jeffrey is great, but when I hear the tinkle of the little bell on his collar, I immediately look for the poofy face of my Fat Cat. Jeffrey is a hoot and a half though. Kittens…so much energy, the puffing up, the attacking, the constant playing…then ~bonk~ he passes out…lol.

My daughter wants to go away for Christmas this year. Its her first year single, and living back home for the holidays, and she is always insanely jealous of some of my trips. 

I suggested Savannah, Georgia, as I havent been there yet. Its so beautiful and historic. But the daughter wants to go to New Orleans. Now, I love NOLA. But that is a pricey trip. We’re so close, but the hotel and the food and activities…it can get pricey. I stay at one particular hotel there, always trying to get the same room. Some things I wont give up. So, discussions are in hand on a holiday getaway or a traditional Christmas at home. And the funny thing is, we dont even really celebrate the holiday. Occasionally I put up a tree. Not every year. And I am not religious at all, more like anti-religion. I can honestly say I dont know where my daughter stands on the topic of religion. I’ve always brought her up to choose, look at her options, try different things. She’s tried the Catholic religion, Episcapol, Greek Orthodox, Baptist…right now she seems just…neutral.

Well, I suppose I should wrap this up. I have a Netflix series to start watching ~eyes Courtney~

Hopefully I will have some juicy smut for your reading pleasure with tomorrows post!

Be well, my darlings!

Serial killers…my obsession

Now, this post is about something that fascinates me. Serial killers.

There are a larger number of females interested and fascinated by serial killers than males. To the point of writing mail, sending pictures, MARRYING them.

I am not THAT into it. But I LOVE reading every minute detail of their crimes, I love the photos and crime scenes. I love to hear their rantings and ravings, if they do that (unless its Charles Manson because he bores me to tears), or the reasons they give that motivated them to their crimes.

Serial killers can and cannot do a lot of things. Laws are in place so they cant profit from anything. That is totally justified in my view.

I dont think the victims families should make too much profit either.

In the documentary listed below, Serial Killer Culture, that ground is covered. It is the MEDIA and the local officials that boost the victims and families into trying to cash in on tragedies.

But, back on point…why are women so interested in these broken people? Granted, in some ways, some serial killers act in ways of pure genius. Its their egos that bring them down.

Personally, my own facination comes from my darkness within. All those sordid little secrets and fantasies. I dont act on them, but I do have the capacity. We’ve discussed my mental illnesses before. I have the ability to turn things off and on like a light switch. If I cant grasp an emotion, or proper response to something, I will fake it.

Oddly enough, I am more touched by cruelty to animals than I am to things like man against man, child abuse and the like. Animals are sacred to me. People are not.

Does this make me sound like a horrible person? I’m not, really. I am friendly, I can be caring. I just dont know how to react sometimes. But oh my god, do not show me someone hurting an animal. Be it a bird, cat, dog or even a mouse. When Fat Cat caught a mouse, she never killed it…she brought it to me. I’d take the little thing outside and set it free. Sure, an owl probably snatched it up as soon as I went back inside, but thats nature. Mother Nature is the only pure and acceptable, and perfect, serial killer.

The world is overpopulated. The governments are greedy and corrupt. There is hatred and loathing and apathy planet wide. People just plain suck in my opinion.

A person can be great. A small group can be fun. In masses they can be idiots.

I can see why some killers do the things they do. I can see their way of looking at things.

There are so many reasons behind every killer, however. Carl Panzram hated humanity. Charles Manson wanted to be, well, God, in a way. Jeffrey Dahmer wanted someone to love him and NEVER leave…but he also wanted them compliant to the point of death. H.H Holmes was a genius, educated and crafty. He wanted to be rich, and enjoyed the act of killing. He managed to do both for a time.

Spree killers are no fun to me. Rampage killers.

Serials killers are different. They are methodical. They rest. They plan. They repeat. However, they get sloppy.

Some of them, such as Ted Bundy, have a charm about them. Its easy to see, by his looks and charm, why women would be fascinated with him, even knowing what he did to all those young girls.

How anyone could fall in love with the likes of Charles Manson is beyond me. I am chalking it up to drugs. It cant be real, and if it is, W.T.F..

So, how many here can say they are fascinated with serial killers. Not just what you read or see on television, but actually buy the books, see the movies, get your grubby little hands on the FBI’s profile of the subject?

There used to be a wonderful site that I’d spend hours on…thecrimelibrary.com. Its gone now, or changed address. If its moved, I’d love to find it again.

Now, on with the film part of this writing.

Director John Borowski has a love of serial killers, and has made it the focal point of most of his films. Biographical documentaries.

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Director John Borowski

Mr. Borowski has made, thus far, 4 documentaries covering serial killers and the culture that loves them.

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H.H.Holmes: America’s First Serial Killer (2004)
 
Torture chambers, acid vats, greased chutes and gassing rooms were just some of the devices of death designed by the Torture Doctor, H.H. Holmes in his castle of horrors. Follows Holmes’ entire life as a criminal mastermind.


This documentary is factual, however, it was done on a low budget. Its hard to get through. It was Borowski’s first major project, however, so everyone starts somewhere.



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Albert Fish: In Sin He Found Salvation (2007)
 
 Albert Fish, the horrific true story of elderly cannibal, sadomasochist, and serial killer, who lured children to their deaths in Depression-era New York City. Distorting biblical tales, Albert Fish takes the themes of pain, torture, atonement and suffering literally as he preys on victims to torture and sacrifice. Includes interviews with artist and Odditorium owner, Joe Coleman, and true-crime author, Katherine Ramsland, Ph.D.


This documentary was top notch. Albert Fish was so brutal, an unabashed cannibal and sadist. Borowski brought this biography to the screen brilliantly. Facts, re-entactments, photos. It was wonderful.



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Carl Panzram: The Spirit of Hatred and Vengeance (2012)
The true story of lifelong criminal and serial killer, Carl Panzram who wrote his autobiography for a jail guard in 1928.


Borowski out-does himself once again. They biography is brilliant. The late Mr. Panzram had a hand in that, as in he was one of the first early serial killers who actually wrote his own biography. Some of what he wrote and told is up to speculation on whether or not he was exaggerating. Regardless, this man hated all of humanity.



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Serial Killer Culture (2014)
 
Serial Killer Culture examines the reasons why artists and collectors are fascinated by serial killers.


This was a great documentary, giving a little light on why people seem so interested in serial killers. The love of them, the fear of them. I believe 13 different artist, collectors and even a tour group cover Millwaki (Jeffrey Dahmer Tours) were featured. It was great to see the artwork serial killers created. It was great to see the artwork ARTISTs created from being interested in the killings and the killers. And the Tour Group…they didnt just give you all the gruesome stories of Jeffrey Dahmer…they give you history on the city itself. The buildings, the life. The whole documentary was very informative and entertaining.



Well, now that you’re all going to keep 10 paces from me and call me creep girl, I’ll let you go look these up on Netflix to give them a watch (Albert Fish is no longer available on the US Netflix)

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