Fear, focus, and the future. Here, C.M. Humphries writes about whatever.
Maybe this isn't the most blog-worthy thing right now, but I cannot get it off of my mind: The Discovery Channel was going to air a reenactment of Michael Jackson's autopsy. The article posted above spends a great deal discussing how the decision for the show was overturned and how legal troubles may be part of the reasoning. However, I'm sitting here in awe, not because the show is not going to happen, but because someone decided it was a good idea in the first place. Seriously, could you imagine seeing any other person on such a show?
What if it was just some hobo from one of the back alleys in American Psycho? I wonder what killed this man. My guess: drugs, alcohol, unbearable living conditions, being stabbed to death. A celebrity? Stress, high anxiety, prescription medications, illness, unbearable traveling schedule. What did The Discovery Channel really hope to explore--that one of those fetuses from Aliens was growing inside of the pits of the Prince of Pop?
Maybe what this all boils down to, is that when I was a child, I loved television. Then everything became reality television, but that simply was not enough. We need things more watered-down as far as content, yet more interesting that real-life, like autopsy shows without a medical purpose.
Above is a story I find very, very interesting. It also leaves me speechless.
Fear, focus, and the future. C.M. Humphries talks about writing, horror, and whatever.