The mutated smiley

I have momentarily put aside Mr. Sherlock Holmes for Agatha Christie. After the mystery of the curious incident of the dog in the night-time, I decided I needed something vaguely different. Wee. Oh, yes. Plus, after having seen someone roasted alive like a smokie on a BBQ, and a whole lot of unecessary things happen with barbed wire, 'tis time for something with a little bit less gore, and a deffinitive lack of barbed wire. Preferably for a while. Unforetunately, as I am highly likely to end up seeing a certain movie which is rated 18+ due to gore alone again, this will not be the case. *sigh* The worse part is, there's quite a bit of the fire, brimstone, and dead people with blood pouring out of their eyesockets, but a complete and utter lack of moles. Though there are plenty of neat triangle-heads with flippin' huge, extra-pointy knives. Hm.
In other news. This is probably my most disturbing post so far, but there you go, right? (Even when the tall, lanky fellow with the marvellous nose - who looks a bit like Nigel from the crime scene investigation spin off show, Crossing Jordan - gets torn into a series of bloody rags. Felt a bit sorry for the bloke, but he did have a nasty habit of having none of his own willpower, and being part of a suto-angry mob which was in the habit of witch-burning in modern times. What a shame.)
Also just realised that this ---> .) looks a bit like a mutated smiley face. Hm. Well, here's to happier, less sleep deprived times!
~Opaxia