Cold blooded killer(s)

Spaced; Series 1, Episode 5 (If somebody was to correct me and said that it was actually episode 4, I wouldn't be greatly surprised. However, I'm sure it comes after Daisy gets Colin and they are both looking at him and Tim pulls a silly sarcastically pleased face and then he tells the story about the dishwasher breaking down ("But we haven't got a dishwasher" - "You will my friend, you will") and calls the dog a "ticking time bomb of death". Also, it wouldn't surprise me if the story wasn't about a dishwasher but actually about a washing machine or some other kitchen appliance).

You know earlier in this blog thing when I chatted about particularly memorable 24 hour periods and everybody told me how boring I was...

...Let me tell you about a 24 hour period that was particularly memorable starting at roughly noon on Monday the 22nd of March.

I decided to go on a road trip. It sounds like a spontaneous decision. It thoroughly wasn't, I had planned to do it since before my trip even began. In case anybody is reading this who doesn't know me, I lack spontaneity. I don't have a spontaneous bone in my body. My name should be Adam 'Not Very Spontaneous At All Really' Marshall. Even doing stuff like this: HGufrhu343G%32deE98 makes me a little nervous and I actually spent several hours working out exactly which combination of letters I should press.

So I drove up to WISCONSIN (classic 'That 70's Show') to a small town called Plainfield. The reason for such a destination was that during the 1950s a man named Ed Gein resided in the town and chose to kill a number of its residents. Due to the fact that he skinned his victims, murdered on account of an obsession with his deceased mother, and lived in a remote and dilapadated farmhouse; he later became the influence for films (or books if you want to get pedantic, and knowing my dad, he probably will) such as 'Silence of the Lambs', 'Psycho', and 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'. If anybody shares my morbid curiosity more information can be found hither: http://www.crimelibrary.com/gein/geinmain.htm.

Driving in to the town gave me chills, and not the good kind like John Travolta gets in Greace that multiply and are caused by seeing Olivia Newton John looking mighty fine. No, these were the kind of chills caused by knowing that one man felt it neccessary to homocide up his neighbours. Naughty. I drove up to his farm where all of the buildings were burnt to a cinder long ago. There were shedloads of no trespassing signs. Well let it be heard once and for all right now, nobody tells the Midnight D to go away without feeling his full merciless force (check out the bottom sticker, they're my eyes they are. Bam).

My next sight-seeing spot was in the heart of downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Why? To see the site where a man named Jeff Dahmer murdered to death many of his 17 victims during the early 1990s. Again, the actual apartment block had been long ago destroyed, but the creepiness remained vivid as it meant that there was just a fenced off gap in the houses where his gaff should have been. Plus it was the kind of street where odd trainers just sit in the gutter, and random plastic bags blow a round for no reason. If anybody shares my morbid curiosity more information can be found hither: http://www.crimelibrary.com/serial_killers/notorious/dahmer/index.html. Needles (sic - I've always wanted to use that) to say though, it was all very eerie...

...Indiana was where I headed next (check that out. It's all very clever; the way that I use the last word of one paragraph which links to the first word of the following paragraph. I did it in my last post as well. Did you spot it? If not, after finishing reading this, I recommend you go back and see if you can find it. Good luck. Take care. Adam Marshall), and that's all I've got to say about that.

After getting 40 minutes of kip, I zipped right along into OHIO (classic 'The Drew Carey Show'), going through a town called Bowling Green, which was all very odd, and headed for a place called Mansfield. Mansfield is home to the Ohio State Reformatory, and a certain team of filmmakers decided to utilise the site of said reformatory as the primary setting for their movie; The Shawshank Redemption. Now I know that many many many people rave hard over this film, I am unable to do so. This isn't because I disliked it at all, but it is because the one time I watched it some girl was talking at me and doing kissing on me and stuff. Considering that girls in general don't like particpating in such an activity with me very often, it was irritating that this particular specimen chose then to do it. If anybody shares my morbid curiosity more information can be found hither: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111161/. Oh yea, there's a photo as well.

Erm...then I drove back to Chicago, fortunately arriving just before noon and thusly avoiding a nasty fine. I had travelled just over 1250 miles and slept for a mere 42 minutes (I grabbed a couple more minutes whilst at 75mph on Highway 94).

My advice: Don't get murdered by any person, real or literary, and kind regards.

Adam Marshall