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An FYB Monday Movie: MANIC

Welcome to Another Monday Post Here at FYB featuring the 2001 Movie MANIC Directed by Jordan Melamed which was Written By Micheal BaCall and Blayne Weaver and Stars Joseph Gordon- Levitt. I thought this would be an Excellent Monday Post since Mondays are the Most Dreaded Day of the Week, and has the Infamous Reputation for being The Shittiest Day of the Entire Week.

Storyline: The Movie Follows the Fate of Lyle Johnson (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) a Troubled Teen who is Prone to Sudden and Violent Outbursts. After Brutally Beating a Fellow Teen with a Baseball Bat at a Game Lyle in Lieu of Prison, is Committed to the Juvenile Ward of a Mental Hospital. In the Mental Institution Lyle encounters a Motley Crue of Equally Lost and Troubled Teens just Trying to get by in Life by the Skin of Their Teeth. The Group of His Fellow Wayward Teens becomes Lyle’s Last Life Line as He Struggles to find Meaning in a World that Seems to Defy Understanding.

From The Critics:

“Powerful film packed with profanity and brutality.”

-Nell Minow (Common Sense Media)-

“Shows more hopelessness than optimism but it never less than honest.”

-Micheal O’Sullivan (Washington Post)-

“It’s an undemonstrative, vividly authentic film.”

-Derek Adams (Empire Magazine)-

Thanks For Watching,

Presented By Les Sober

Conversing With a Cannibal

It’s Definitely NO SECRET that We are Big Fans of Vice, and have Posted Several of Their Exceptionally Well Reported Pieces. The First Vice piece We Shared here was “CANNIBAL GENERALS OF LIBERIA”, and just They Other Day We were made Aware of the Following Vice Report “Interview with a Cannibal”. Needless to Say We Loved it (and In Case You haven’t Noticed Cannibalism is a Reoccurring Theme here at FYB) We had To Share it with Our Readers/Audience/Fans. Vice’s “Interview with a Cannibal” is the Story of Issei Sagwa (aka The Celebrity Cannibal) a Real Life MURDERER AND CANNIBAL who Murdered and Cannibalized a Dutch Woman Named Renee Hartevelt in Paris, France in 1981.

Not Only did Sagwa Commit MURDER and the Taboo of CANNIBALISM the Story DOESN’T END with Sagwa’s Apprehension by the French Authorities. Sagwa was found to be LEGALLY INSANE by a French Judge and thus Unfit to Stand Trial. The French Judge remanded Sagwa to the Custody of a French Mental Hospital Indefinitely. After approximately Two Years Sagwa was Extradited to His Home Country of Japan where He was found to be Sane, BUT None the Less “EVIL” and placed into a Mental Institution for an Undetermined Amount of Time. On August 12, 1986 Sagwa signed Himself Out of the Mental Institution, and has been A FREE MAN EVER SINCE. After signing Himself Out of the Mental Institution Sagwa Believe It or Not became a MINOR CELEBRITY in Japan, and made Quite a Nice Living (Selling Original Artwork and Being a Published Author of Multiple Titles) through the Public’s Morbid Curiosity pertaining to His Crimes. Enjoy.

We Hope You Enjoyed This Tasty Little Morsel of Cannibalistic Knowledge Straight from the Chef as Much as We did.

Presented By Les Sober

Nattramn The Man, The Myth, The Rumors, and The Facts

Well those who Know Me the Best Knew this was Coming, Welcome Readers to My Latest Obsession Nattramn/Silencer.

Basic Stats:

Name – Mikael Nilsson (This has NEVER Been Officially Confirmed.)

Pseudonym – Nattramn

Born – Unkown Date, Year disputed as being Either 1975 0r 1977

Place of Origin – Markaryd, Smaland, Sweden

Silencer: The Beginning

In 1995 Black Metal Guitarist/Bassist Andreas Casado started Silencer as Solo Project using the Pseudonym Leere. Sometime between 1995 and 1998 (again No One is sure of the Exact Year) Nattramn signed on to the Project as The Duo’s Vocalist/Lyricist.

Silencer is considered to be a Sub Genera of Black Metal referred to as Depressive Metal or Suicidal Metal by Some. During Their entire Career Silencer released a One 11 minute Song Demo called Death- Pierce Me in 1998 , and One Full Length 6 Song Album also Titled Death- Pierce Me in 2001.

Nattramn’s unique Vocals garnered a great deal of attention since He opted to use a High Pitched Lamenting Wailing that has been compared to the Sound of a Wounded Animal Dying. In My opinion Nattramn’s Vocals sound like what a Banshee would Should like if it Existed and started to Sing. In Their entire 6 year Career Silencer Never Preformed a Single Live Show, and Didn’t do a Single Interview.

In Reality virtually NOTHING is known about Nattramn prior to Him joining Silencer. As stated above under Stats No One knows When Nattramn was Born or If His Name is Actual Mikeal Nilsson. Before the Rise of the Internet Nattramn had already decided to live in isolated Anonymity, and to this Day He has NO SOCIAL MEDIA PRESENCE OR ACCOUNTS and Doesn’t have or Maintain a Personal Website of any sort. All of which as only lead to Wild Rumors and Exaggerated Conspiracy Theories about Nattramn’s time in Silencer as well as aspects of His Life Past or Present.

Silencer disbanded in 2001 when Nattramn was Institutionalized at Sankt Sigfrids sjukhus Mental Hospital in Vaxjo. No One knows the details surrounding Nattramn’s Admittance to the Mental Hospital. No one is sure if He went Voluntarily, was Committed by His Family, or if He was Institutionalized by The Authorities. This didn’t seem to surprise anyone as the General consensus was Nattramn was and always had been Clinically Insane.

The Majority of Fans believe Nattramn spent 5 years in Mental Hospital, and Others think that He Stayed more than 5 years. Lastly there are Fans who believe Nattramn is still living at Sigfrids sjukhus to this very Day. Again when it comes to Nattramn No One really Knows.

What most everyone DOES AGREE ON is that at one point during His stay at The Mental Hospital His Doctors gave Him a Keyboard and encouraged Him to start writing Music again as a Therapeutic Tool. This lead to Nattramn’s Darkly Ambient Solo Project titled ‘Transformation’ under the Name Diagnose: Lebensgefahr (Roughly Translated from German as Diagnosis- Mortal Danger) in 2007.

In 2011 Nattramn released His Limited Edition book titled Grishjarta (or Pig’s Heart is Swedish) which is a collection of His Poetry as well as His Artwork, and contains a small collection of Photographs of Him in which His face is fully Obscured (Hidden). There are only 200 (a Few People think its 300) copies of Grishjarta each one Hand Numbered and Signed by Nattramn.

I personally have been searching for a Copy of Grishjarta for several months to NO AVAIL. Due to its extremely limited Copies makes Grishjarta a Quite Obscure and Rather Rare Book so all the Usual Options are Out. Amazon, Barns and Nobles, Books a Million, or Any other major Chain are not an Option. I went to Ebay and even in Ebay’s long and illustrious Career as a Global Internet Auction Site has only seen One Copy of Grishjarta come up for Sale, and it sold insanely fast for a commanding $210. I’ve since been talking with Rare Book Dealers and shit but still I am no where closer to owning a Copy than when I started. I will never stop Looking so I’m in it for the Long fucking Haul.

RUMORS:

There Three Principle Rumors Pertaining to Nattramn and His time in Silencer that have been circulating around the Internet for so fucking long They have almost become Urban Legends. I will agree all Three Now.

The First is by far the most INSANE fucking thing I have ever Heard I can’t understand how the hell anyone could believe it. The Rumor is that During Recording Nattramn CUT OFF HIS HANDS and SOWED ON PIGS FEETS TO REPLACE THEM. This is of Course Utter and Complete bullshit. This rumor stems from a series of Photographs Nattramn did for Silencer in which (as part of the costume) where His hands would be was wrapped in Bloody Bandages with Pigs Feet protruding from the Bandages in place of His Hands. So even if Someone is fucking stupid enough to think a Pig Foot Hand Replacement Surgery is or could be real You can CLEARLY SEE NATTRAM’S HANDS UNDER THE BANDAGES.

The Second Rumor is a bit more believable (especially in the Grim and Violent World of Black Metal) BUT IS STILL ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. The Rumor is During Recording Nattramn was Self Mutilating to achieve a Higher State of Pain to Enhance His Vocals. It is Rumored Nattramn cut Himself deeply and repeatedly on His Hands, Wrists, and Arms during Recording. Allegedly Nattramn used a variety of Knives, Razors, and Large Shards of Broken Glass again in an attempt to make His vocals more Extreme. Now here’s the ironic thing to simple DISPROVE THIS RUMOR all You have to do is look at the aforementioned Silencer Photo’s. You can clearly see Nattrman’s bare arms (and chest) in the Silencer Photo’s and there isn’t a single Fresh Wound, Healing Wound or Any Scaring all of which would be Blatantly Obvious in the Photos if at that time of Recording Nattramn was in fact Self Harming.

The Third and Final Rumor is that at one point while admitted to the Mental Hospital Nattramn escaped during a Psychotic Break, and attacked a 5 year Old Girl (or Girls depending on the version of the Story) with an Ax. The Rumor stated that Nattramn attacked the Girl/Girls and when the Police arrived tried to commit Suicide By Cop continuing to wield the Ax wildly screaming “KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL ME!”. The Police then allegedly distracted Nattramn with a Police Dog until an Officer could sneak up behind Him, and take Him down with a Night Stick blow to the Head. In Each Version the Little girl or Girls both Live and make full recoveries.

The Truth is it was Nattramn’s Older Brother Franklin who escaped the mental Hospital where He was being treated for Schizophrenia. After walking around and picking up an ax along the way Franklin attacked TWO Young Girls, and then started screaming “KILL ME! KILL ME!” until He was subdued. Once Franklin was back at the Mental Hospital and being properly Cared For (AKA Properly Medicated) The Guilt of what He had done, The Fact He had tried to kill a couple of Kids caused Nattramn’s Brother to commit Suicide.

Extras:

THIS IS NOT NATTRAMN!

There’s an extremely small handful of Photos of Nattramn, but they are all Staged so His face is ALWAYS Hidden from View. There is a Photo bouncing around the Internet of a Young Man that People claimed was the only existing picture of Nattramn where you can actually see His Face. That is WRONG. The photo is a case of mistaken Identity as The Young Man in the Picture is another Black Metal Musician from the Band Frostrike with a similar sounding Name.

There is a Website by a Anonymous Collective called Humani Animali Liberati or HAL for Short that is a Self Proclaimed “Religious Theory and Practice Movement” and Publishing Forum of Nattramn. There motto appears to be “You are at the Heart of Non Human Arts”

“HAL should be looked upon as a further expression of Nattramn, not necessarily linked to either Silencer or Diagnose: Lebensgefahr but merely the Works of Nattramn.””

www.humanianimaliliberati.com

Well Thats All I Have and in this case All there is. When it come to Me the Odder it is the More Appealing it is.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Telemarketer Berserker

During My long and illustrious job history I have worked as a dreaded Telemarketer 3 times. My first Telemarketing job we didn’t do sales (thank fucking God thats the fucking worst by far) we did surveys for different companies that contracted us to do market research essentially. It was the same with the second time I was a Telemarketer so again not so bad. The last time I was a Telemarked though it was a bizarrely surreal experience. It was so absurd I decided I had to write about it, and this was MANY, MANY Years down the line.

This story is so utterly strange in nature I’m not sure where to start exactly. I suppose I’ll start with the simplest thing first, and that would be the actual office building that housed a so called Call Center. The office was located out in some remote part of the sticks (most likely because land is cheaper out in the middle of no fucking where USA) so it was a long and tedious drive just to get there. The building itself was bleak and depressing looking like something out of 1950’s Russia (Russia has had several name changes so in the 50’s Russia may very well been called The Soviet Union or The USSR). It was a single level office building whose walls were a Prison Gray with a stark pitch black roof. the inside was not much better I assure you. The Inside was the seriously most generic, soul sucking, bland, mundane, and lifeless. Of course there was the mandatory Florescent Lights we all know and love. The Lights that seem to have an odd murky white (with a blue tinge) the kind of Lights that make your fucking eyes roll back in your head, they melt your will and break your spirit. Buildings with Florescent Lights always remind me of living in Maine. Maine is one of those states (next to no sun all year, and the sky is always a over cast.)

Once I entered the building (that looked like a through back Mental Hospital ) I’d walk down a long hallway with White Sterile Walls, with the ever present Florescent lights buzzing and humming away. I walked all the way down the hallway to the very fucking end and there on my right was a plain white door that lead into the again so called “Call Center” which was like nothing I had ever seen in my past Telemarking jobs, it was for one insanely quite. As we all know when Telemarketers call you there basically sitting in one large room surrounded by fellow Telemarketers who are all fielding phone calls. This creates a good bit of background noise that is identifiable to most people. This place was a quite as a fucking Tomb I kid you not.

Once through the door I found myself in a very small room (about the size of an average bedroom) where Telemarketers lined the perimeter of the walls instead of straight lines in cubicles as is the common practice. There were only a handful of employees most looked like fucking teenagers. I would walk across the room to a open doorway into a minuscule hallway about 3-4 feet long max. At the end of that mice hallway was the Supervisor’s Office.

The Supervisor was a fat, cranky, middle aged woman (50-55 years old approximately. She had a shitty attitude to boot. She was one of those type of people that act like they hate their job and their lives resenting both in the end. She reminded me more of a fucking Taxi Dispatcher than a Supervisor of any-fuckig-thing at all. Her fashion sense was non existent as she wore these hideous sudo Tommy Bahama shirts, the ones made from the cheapest of fabrics in a Sweat Shop by Children. Not only was the fabric of the lowest grade they had equally hideous patterns on them such as Tropical Themes, Loud obnoxious colors, and ridiculous abstract patterns that made you go “God thats fucking horrible, who the hell would wear that shit???” Anyway point is she was a badly dressed Asshole.

Across the tiny hallway there was another even smaller room that resembled a large bathroom (say in a Master Suit or Penthouse) and it too had Sterile Sanitarium White, there was absolutely nothing on the walls. There were no tacky motivational posters or crappy “Waiting Room” paintings. This was made more depressing by the fact there wasn’t a single fucking window so you felt sort of trapped like you were stuck in a Military Bunker not a Office. This almost claustrophobic room was where I was stationed so I didn’t have any real contact with my fellow Telemarketers it felt like being in fucking solitary confinement. My “desk” was just one of those run of the mill tables you see all the fucking time at large functions, Church events, School Fairs, Town Hall Meetings, for catering events etc. It was the mass produced piece of general use particle board with a fake wood top kind of like the Old School Station Wagons that had the bullshit wood side paneling. On my desk was only one thing a phone nothing else what so ever. It was like down at the Prison where they have the special phone for executions that is a direct line to the Governor.

Now this Telemarketing Firm didn’t do sales nor did it do surveys. I’m not honestly sure what the fuck they do as I wasn’t employed there long. While I was there though we were cold calling High Schools across the entire Nation. Why you may ask and with good reason. We were calling High Schools to Talk to a Gym Teacher because they teach Sex Ed/Health Class, and we were offering LARGE AMOUNTS of FREE SAMPLES. Now I know your interested because why would Telemarketers call High Schools to contact Gym Teachers due to the fact they teach Sex Ed/Health Classes. We were calling to offer these High Schools loads of Free MAXI PADS. Yes Maxi Pads, motherfucking Maxi Pads.

Every Gym Teacher I contacted told me ABSOLUTELY NO THANK YOU, and they all has the same reason too. The reason was simple logic see what do you think a High School worth of Students are going to do with Free Maxi Pads? They’re going to use them. Use them to Vandalize the Holy Hell out of the School I’m talking Floor to Ceiling, Wall to Wall, and End to End. This made perfect sense of course because if I was one of those High School students thats exactly what my Friends and I would do.

As you might imagine sitting in this half assed excuse for a office for 8 fucking hours a day 5 days a week hearing No after NO (even if there is a damn good reason to say NO) gets fucking depressing. Now this is what happened that led to my Firing. We had contact sheets and on the top was the Company offering Free Samples and what the promotion was all about. The lower half of the contact paper had a space for the High School and the Gym Teachers name that we spoke with. Lastly there was a final blank space for the total number of Boxes of the Free Samples to be shipped to said Schools.

After a while I decided if I got a Gym Teacher’s answering machine I’d write their name down and make up a number of orders. This went on for quite awhile. Then one day I got in and managed to find out (no thanks to my anti social introverted fellow employees) that the new girl was hired as a Fact Checker. Her one and only task was to double check our orders to make sure they were legitimate. Obviously my bullshit was catching up with me. I could have just quit the job (as most people would have at this point) cut and run before the shit hit the fucking fan, but I didn’t. I’m not sure why I remained there knowing the noose was tightening so to speak.

What I assume with great confidence (its the only logical reason for the Fact Checker Chick) that my bullshit orders were being shipped out to Schools who had not fucking clue, and the Gym Teach’s names were on the shipping label. Now either they were personally annoyed by this stunt or they were anxious because the Principle was pissed, and the Teacher wanted to avoid being fired. For whatever reason the Teachers were calling my Employer and demanding to know what the hell was going on. Then of course my befuddled Boss would have to apologize her ass off while simultaneously kissing the angry Gym Teachers ass as well. Needless to say my shenanigans were now pissing everyone from the Teachers to my Boss to Her Boss and above. Thats why my Boss and other Middle Management Morons had a brain storming session to find out how they could resolve the issue at had. Inevitably they came to the solution of hiring a Fact Checker to hunt down the guilty party at which point my Boss would take the hell over, and that employee would terminated immediately.

Finally my day of reckoning arrived rather swiftly I must say. The Fact Checker Chick had at last found the answer to the “Who is fucking around and causing Management a huge pain in the ass, and that guilty person was me. I got called into my bosses office and as I walked there I felt like I was the one in High School getting called into the Principal’s office. As I walked past my fellow feeble minded employees I made sure to let them know that I knew they knew and didn’t give a flying fuck. I did this by walking with a smugly sarcastic grin and if we made eye contact I stared them down like a dog with a “I’ll fuck you up, fuck anything or everything up and I SIMPLY DON’T CARE NOT IN THE LEAST.” glare because truth be told I didn’t. I fucking hated the job, the oppressing office, the bunch of brain dead dips hits I worked with, the Idiotically inconvenient commute, the miserable Management, and my Bastard Son of a Bitch Boss Lady. I didn’t care about being fired I’ve been fired almost as much as I have quit jobs on the spot so I relished the whole overly dramatic display of inner office asshole authority.

My Boss walked me into her hoarder looking office and sat down behind her desk. She instructed me to sit and I said no I’ll stand thanks. That didn’t help her growing rage and thats what it was intended to do. She then launches into this tirade about the Company and their policies pertaining to shit like this. I just stood there looking at her with the “I really could care less about whatever it is you babbling about” look painted across my face. My soon to be Ex-Boss then started ranting about her personal views on the subject at hand which I found rather unprofessional. Since I didn’t give a Rat’s ass about what the Company had to say I sure a hell didn’t give a good goddamn. I thought to myself why not take the opportunity and tell this asshole what I thought because I was getting fired anyway so fuck it right?! I interrupted her mid speech and blurted out that as far as I was concerned this place was a fucking two bit, half assed excuse for a Telemarketing firm. Not even close to being done I continued on. Next I told her that she was a total shit and that her pissant Supervisor job at this 3 ring shit show was menial at best, and that she apparently hated her life (and that I couldn’t blame her) and took it out on other people because no one cares about her. Lastly I informed her I had absolutely and utterly NO REMORSE for my actions in fact I found the whole thing funny as fuck even me being fired. After that I just walked out and left fuck her, fuck them, fuck it not like there aren’t other jobs out there so ultimately I didn’t need this one.

Thanks For Reading,

Les Sober