Which means, indirectly, the freak-job was dressing a hooker up as Rebecca. Hee!
That was just brilliantly done. Especially coming right after the Paul thing. First you're skeeved that he's making himself a Rebecca to his Paul, then, wait, there's something else going on, and then suddenly you realize he
is
making a Rebecca, just not the one you thought.
If my sources are correct, it's Kiba Rika's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Kiba!
That was just brilliantly done. Especially coming right after the Paul thing. First you're skeeved that he's making himself a Rebecca to his Paul, then, wait, there's something else going on, and then suddenly you realize he is making a Rebecca, just not the one you thought.
sighhh...
Our Tim just loves us so.
Happy birthday, Kiba! She hasn't seen the episode yet, so she might not stop by for a bit.
Well, Rebecca's explanation was that Web got bored and looked through old files on the weekends, and he apparently has a photographic memory.
Dude. He wasn't bored and looking through them. He likes looking at crime scene photos. He has, like, a side table book of them. He knows that shit like some of us know what artwork was done by which artist from what school.
He has, like, a side table book of them.
Huh, that just reminded me - I was curious if that was a real book. I know there are books of Weegee's photographs out there, for instance.
The book is called Scene of the Crime. It's a collection of crime scene photos found in the LAPD archives.
It's a really cool book.
Excellent. Not that I need a copy. I can see just about anything as long as it's fictional, but the real stuff squicks me out something fierce.
I have the huge WeeGee book, a collection which came out during the retrospective a few years ago. Lots of crimes in it, but lots of other stuff as well--Yiddish Theater actors, bar denizons from the Lower east Side, circus performers, Firemen--it's amazingly wonderful.