You Have to Be One Sick Puppy

For some reason I've been thinking a lot about Chitty Chitty Bang Bang recently. It's probably because I've always wanted a name like Truly Scrumptious, even though Truly Scrumptious could just as easily be a stripper or a Bond villain; which makes sense because the guy who wrote Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is the same guy who wrote the James Bond novels.

While I love this movie and hold that no home's DVD collection--and no one's childhood-- is complete without it, it is a supremely strange movie. Though it did give us a glimpse into what Michael Jackson's life would be like ten years before Michael Jackson was even born.

I just question some peoples' world view, I guess. Though some people are definitely more off than others.

This past week, as I was eating bags of day-after-Halloween-super-sale-candy, I saw at least two different videos on Facebook of people finding razor blades in their kids' candy. Who would do something like that? It just boggles my mind that there are people out there who go to all the trouble of unsealing individually wrapped candy, slipping razor blades (which they have been saving, presumably, for months to have enough) into the candy, sliding the candy back into their wrappers, and resealing them so that they can hurt children who they have probably never met and will never see again. WHY? You have to be one sick puppy.

I wonder what these peoples' reality is like, you know? It's like those people who think that Josh Hutcherson is more attractive than Liam Hemsworth. It's a Hemsworth, for Heaven's sake! Though I do feel badly for the third Hemsworth brother. On his own he's a reasonably attractive fella; but up next to his brothers he's markedly less attractive. And shorter.