Last night I dreamed about a group of reluctant scientists, living under a tyrannical regime, who were tasked with synthesising a chemical that could be added to the water supply, which would make the population docile and obedient. There were many scenes of people in plastic suits, shooting each other worried glances.
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Do you work in science? Because that's not a bad rendering of a pipette.
Despite the fact that the umbrella term "science" seems to be gradually expanding to encompass every fucking profession, I like to think that—much like voodoo—"making computers work" still qualifies as a dominion of the dark arts.
Having said that, I do have an interest in biology/chemistry/agricultural science, and I have kicked around with lab workers in the past, and I have spent a wee bit of time in the lab myself—but not in a long while.
Tell me, are labs these days still full of eccentrics and nutjobs?
Yes of course. Though I might be less able to pick it these days, having been in that environment for 20 years now.
This is an extreme example that proves nothing, but:
In the days before the internet, when I was in the porn game, I talked to a lot of people who were keen to get their hands on images of bestiality; but the only person I knew who admitted to engaging in the practice just happened to be a lab worker.
Despite the unusual sexual kink, she seemed like quite a nice person.
I did see a wonderful Channel4 (UK) doco on people who love animals. And I mean LOVE them, not like just having sex with them.
(This involved mostly large dogs, horses and cows)
It was actually quite sad. But the doco ended on a quote which had one of the (male) subjects saying rather wistfully (and kindly pathetically, it sounded like) "she must be all right with it, otherwise she would run away, wouldn't she?" about his beloved horse.
Um no. Because fences.
Anyway, it was interesting and those animals were quite (VERY) well cared-for.
I once saw a segment from a doco on the subject. It was about a bloke with a pony stallion which he would let root him up the arse. It got to the point where the pony would follow him around with a raging erection and jump on him at any chance it got. According to a little piece at the end of the segment, the bloke eventually suffered some sort of internal damage, and bled to death before he could get medical attention.
Also saw a biographical doco about Denmark's most famous animal-sex performer (bestiality was fully legal in Denmark until a year or two ago, and most of the VHS tapes I saw came from there). Anyway, it was a very sad story. If I remember right, she ended up so poor that she starved to death.
Gee you'd think f*cking animals for pornos would pay better. :(
I guess show biz just isn't as glamorous as you'd imagine Suze.
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