Netflix’s ‘The Ted Bundy Tapes’ shows us a guy we think can’t possibly be a killer

I’ve been watching the ‘Ted Bundy Tapes’ on Netflix. Now, Netflix did say to people “don’t watch this alone!”, like it was terrifying and you wouldn’t sleep at night afterwards. However, being someone who has always been completely intrigued by the criminal mind, this was not a documentary I was going to pass up.

Ted Bundy has always interested me because he’s not your average serial killer. He doesn’t look scary or crazy. I mean, check out Charles Manson. I mean seriously, go watch a YouTube video. The man makes zero sense when he talks. He can barely string a coherent sentence together. And his eyes scream, “I don’t even know I’m on planet Earth right now”. He looks nuts. Ted was clean cut, polite, well mannered and well educated. I know he was charged with killing all those women. I know this. But if he told me he didn’t do it, he’s so convincing that I would believe him. That’s what makes Ted Bundy special. Killers have followed in Ted’s footsteps who have been charming and disarming and this is now a fairly well known common trait found in psychopaths.

The ‘Ted Bundy Tapes’ allows viewers to listen to Ted’s story, almost from his own point of view. A psychology student, Ted was asked to describe the actions of the killer (he maintained his innocence for a while) as he saw it. He was seen as almost talking about himself in the third person, rather than profiling the killer. He describes seeing the women as rather a means to an end, in this case, that end being sexual gratification. His problem however, was that after he had achieved this end through violent sexual means he then had to get rid of the evidence, or the victim would then run away and he’d be busted, right? So in his head, killing them and disposing of the evidence was his only option. Why he didn’t just find a girl who was into bondage or hire a hooker that enjoyed being strangled for fun, is beyond me. These girls DO exist (no I’m not volunteering and no this is not something I personally would enjoy).

Ted was a bit of a chameleon. He could look different in every photo. This sounds odd but I also have a friend who doesn’t even need to change his hair and still manages to look totally different in every photo I have. Ted however, used this to blend in and maintain a sort of anonymity.

During the disappearances of Janice Ott and Denise Naslund, eye witnesses described seeing both girls talking to a man and overhearing the name “Ted”. What strikes me as extremely odd however is the police sketch of the suspect, as identified by the victims. The suspect is pictured with distinctly blonde hair. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but it would be very very difficult to mistake Ted’s hair as blonde. It is extremely dark. This would surely be one of the first things people notice, is the colour of someone’s hair or their clothing. Is it possible that the witnesses were so wrong about Ted’s hair colour when they saw him talking to Janice and Denise? I personally don’t think so. I am swayed to this even moreso by the fact that when shown a photograph of Ted, seven of the eight witnesses said that the man they saw most positively was not Ted. Could Ted have used his chameleon-like abilities to blend in and confuse these witnesses or were the girls talking to a different man altogether.

Netflix, for reasons unknown, have left out the perhaps overly graphic details of Ted’s necrophilia after the murders. It does not mention that after sexually assaulting the girls, sodomising some of them, and killing them, he then kept the bodies in the woods and frequently revisited them, performing sexual acts with the corpses until decomposition made this impossible. He also kept the heads of several of the girls at his apartment, before taking them back to the woods and dumping them.

How much of this confession was true, we will never know as Ted kept much to himself and liked attention from the press, so it’s entirely possible he fabricated macabre stories to reignite that media attention, we will never know, as Ted was taken to the electric chair in 1989 and an end was put to his terrifying reign.

Netflix takes us through some in depth and interesting insight into Ted’s murder spree, mainly from his own perspective, which was incredibly interesting, however I feel a bit like he was glamorised and without knowing what I know about the sexually assaults and necrophilia, you could almost believe he wasn’t that bad of a guy…

Kate’s Diary – I think 2019 is my year

Wow! What a year 2018 was. Last January I swear I said, “2018 is my year”. It wasn’t. I lost a grandparent, my car died on me, we had vets bills coming out of our arse for our anxiety ridden cat (what the hell he thinks he has to worry about is beyond me) and Dave lost his dad. I also ended up in hospital with health issues brought on by work and all the other stress we were going through. To summarise, 2018 was really really awful. I did however, make a multitude of absolutely amazing friends last year, including my now best friend Jay. These people are truly a godsend to me (yes, I’m also including you in this Gods) and I am so thankful for them having came into my life. I once felt alone but now I am surrounded by all these wonderful people that I can’t help but gush about every single day.

That being said, I do think 2019 is our year. I think this year is going to be full of positivity, happiness and maybe even a little of financial gain. Our jobs (mine and Dave’s) are looking promising, we’re working hard on our little house, I finally have a (half) reliable car and I am starting the year full of positive thoughts. I realise that we’re only on day three of the year, but upon recommendation from a friend, I have invested in a year planner that’s a little different.

One of my streamer friends recommended this website to me, to buy a 2019 journal that was a bit different. This one helps you make (and keep to) goals and practise stress management and maintaining upbeat, positive thinking. I will admit that it was a little pricey for me and when I looked at the images, the journals themselves seemed a little bland to me. I really liked the idea of them though so I hit up Amazon and came across this rather more appealing little number. It was a bit more colourful and the different, jazzy layout appealed to me a lot more than the first ones. I thought perhaps adding my motivational cat stickers that I bought on eBay a couple weeks ago would really make it enjoying to write in and update daily and that would help keep me in a routine of updating it, which in turn would keep me in a routine for the best mindset.

It’s arriving tomorrow so I’ll be posting a blog shortly all about it.

Kate’s Diary – Sunday 2nd December – I do believe I will be getting a visit from three ghosts

Eugh.  I slept on the sofa again last night.  Dave was snoring (even more so than usual because he went out drinking last night and left my boys to babysit me).  It was cold.  And cramped.  I’ve woken up with a stiff neck, stiff back and the temper from hell.  We were supposed to be putting our tree up today, but the way I’m feeling, the tree will be going up alright – right up Dave’s ass.

I’m not feeling Christmas this year.  Usually I’m really excited and dying to put the decorations up and play Christmas music and go Christmas shopping, but I do believe that this year I have turned into Ebenezer Scrooge.  I think it’s lack of sleep.  No matter how many days holiday I book off work, I still seem to feel constantly burnt out.

Christmas is a stressful at time at best isn’t it?  I’m so worried.  We’ve struggled with money this year so I haven’t really had the extra cash to put to one side to save up for presents and now it’s creeping up on me and I’ve bought very little.  It’s so expensive and I’ve so many people to buy for.  I’ve been losing a lot of sleep over it.  The stress has caused the meaning of Christmas to become a bit obsolete for me to be honest.  I can’t wait for it to be over, and that makes me really sad because I used to adore this time of year.

I’ve spent a lot of my time playing Red Dead Redemption with my best mate Z and Fallout 76 with my bois Nova and Noodle.  I’ve had fun.

It’s so cold outside that I made a cuppa.  Then surfed Instagram and saw my neighbour put a picture up of a cake and a cuppa.  Now I feel like my tea isn’t going to be the same because of lack of cake.

And I’m rambling.  I should go.

Kate’s Diary – Sunday 25th November – It’s getting harder and harder to relax

I’m annoyed.  I just told my Google Home to “play Anitra’s Dance”.  It’s a classical tune, by the way.  My favourite piece of music.  It always reminds me of a mischievous cat for some reason.  Google decided I didn’t know my own mind and decided to play some rap music instead by someone who didn’t sound anything like Anitra.  It was rubbish.  I told Google to “shut the fuck up”.  She said, “okay, no more yapping!”, rather too happily for my liking, the smug bitch.  I hate when technology thinks it knows better than me.  As if it knows what I should be doing or listening to in order to relax.  Well it doesn’t and so help me God, that woman will learn to know her place in this house.  Always butting in when we’re watching TV, randomly telling us the football scores, interrupting conversations, like she was ever a part of them.  We don’t even really use the bloody thing to be honest.  Maybe that’s why she’s so insistent on being part of the family.  Maybe she feels lonely.  I know the feeling.  I have lots of people check in with me every day but I still can’t help but feel alone sometimes.

I feel as if we haven’t stopped for months.  We’ve had so much going on for so long that Dave has only recently got his sleeping pattern back, which means, unfortunately for me, that he also is back to snoring his arse off every single night.  Very loudly, I might add.  Which means I’m awake for the whole night.  Unless I go and sleep on the sofa downstairs, but it’s too small for me and I end up cramped up with a dead leg.  Unpleasant.  So I’ve been struggling by with around an hour and a half sleep every night for the last month or so.  I also went to visit my sister last weekend and did a lot of driving, which also tired me out, then I went to work and blah blah, you know the score.  Basically I burnt myself out.  I couldn’t even summon the energy to stream last week.  I was trying to keep to my regular routine of work, home, tidy up, prepare for work tomorrow, sort kitties out, stream, read, bed, but there was just too many things on the to-do list and I couldn’t keep up.  If I had been a Sim, I would be getting told “Kate’s queue is full” right before breaking out the nearest mop, drawing a face on it and talking to it with a crazy look in my eye.

I spoke to one of my friends who I deem a very practical and reliable “grown up” (as I see him), and he told me I should be relaxing and taking a break and that the people around me wouldn’t see it as me letting them down.  That they would be very supportive.  And they really were.  I was thankful for it.

Friday gone was spent playing old-new games with my fake little brother in South Africa.  He always makes my brain want alcohol (I mean, even more so than usual) and I may have been a tad over-generous with my measures of gin to tonic.  I woke up feeling extremely delicate on Saturday.  But I still put my computer on and streamed a bit of Fallout 76, which I was enjoying right up until the point that my stream crashed and ended and I hadn’t even noticed and continued playing and talking to myself for a further two hours.  When I realised, I was miffed to say the least.

Today I’ve been doing grown up things, like buying kettles and those things you put your tea, coffee and sugar in.  I’m a great lover of cute and quirky and, as sad as I am, and will even admit it, I sat looking at them for ages after putting them on the kitchen bench.  It inspired me to do some more housework and make my house nice and cosy so I could cuddle up with my cat and watch some more episodes of ‘The Last Kingdom’ before reading then bed.

Usually I play games on a Sunday.  Or I hang out with my best friend.  Wednesdays and half Sundays are usually our days.  Instead, tonight I decided to focus solely on trying to relax and unwind so maybe I sleep tonight and maybe I will be good for something in the morning.  My house is tidy and cosy, I lit the tealights, decided to blog and vent and I’m sat in my PJ’s all snug with my Bug (my cat – he’s called Bug – after the main protagonist from the movie ‘My Soul to Take’ – cos that guy always got ganged up on and bullied, and so does my cat – I realise this sounds utterly mental).

I guess I was feeling mostly okay but right now I just sort of feel a bit lonely.  I’ve been asked by my friends to come play Fallout with them and I know my other great darling of a friend G would suggest I hang out in Discord or something but I just mostly don’t really know where to put myself.  I feel a little empty.  Like a part of me is missing.  I should probably go give my head a shake, make a cup of green tea and think of something worthwhile to actually blog about…

Getting rid of the pasty or jaundiced look – The Body Shop: Drops of Youth Skincare Review

I have stated in the past previously that I am not very good at being a “girl”. Basically, anything involving hair, make-up, clothing, or generally look good or in any way, shape or form, “like a girl”, I suck royally at. I’ve never been one for spending a fortune on expensive make up and my entire wardrobe consists of cool t-shirts I’ve found in Primark (on sale, cos I’m tight) or bought from Game.

My mum took me shopping as a belated birthday present and we went into an expensive make-up shop, looked at a couple of lipsticks, decided that we needed both our kidneys and that £30 for a lipstick was more or less verging on outrageous and walked over the road to The Body Shop instead.

I won’t lie, I don’t usually shop in The Body Shop and any items I own from that store were bought as Christmas/birthday presents for me from my mum usually. I was quite surprised at the prices of some of the things on sale to be honest. I sniffed the various body butters and had a nice blueberry one in my hand as I walked over to the till, before deciding that £8.50 was a bit much for a body butter that I’d most likely put in the bathroom cupboard and forget I even owned let alone used, so I put it back.

Having mentioned to my mum that I actually really needed a decent moisturiser for my combination (shit) skin, she suggested the vitamin E products that the store had. We looked at a few of them and I picked one up and read the label. Nothing in particular jumped out at me and it was pricey at around £11 but I figured what the hell, it’s something I need and use on a daily basis and the “amazing” moisturiser I bought from Amazon turned out to be absolutely useless and actually made my skin worse. That’s what I get for paying £3 for “amazing”, I guess.

As I continued perusing the moisturisers, I happened upon one of the store clerks showing a customer a solution in a green glass bottle and telling her how amazing the product was. I’m a sucker for packaging and the range reminded me of old fashioned Victorian or Wild West snake oil type tinctures. The range was called “Drops of Youth” and my mum had seen me looking at it and came over to tell me it was supposed to be “out of this world, fantastic”. She did look at me and say “I’m not sure you’ll wake up looking twenty years younger though…” – thanks Mum.

There was a set on offer for £38 which included a moisturising serum and a sleeping mask. I wasn’t overly convinced but given that the serum alone was £33 (I nearly died when I saw the price tag), I splashed out, since it was my birthday money off my mum. I was sceptical but had nothing to lose. Except £38…

I got home, stripped what tiny little make-up I had on (light powder and mascara), off my face, cleansed and applied the serum. My skin instantly, I kid you not, felt cooler and healthier. It went on a little tackily and the pipette applier didn’t work, but a tiny drop went really far and I hardly used anything at all and still got full coverage.

When it dried, my skin felt lovely and smooth and oh my goodness, the smell. It smells so fresh and clean and lovely.

Just before bed I applied the “Bouncy Sleeping Mask” cream, which again, a little went a long long way and gave my skin another little “feel-good” boost of coolness. And I went to sleep.

Woke up this morning and looked in the mirror. I wasn’t expecting miracles but I wasn’t disappointed either. Whilst my skin was back to its usual oily self first thing on a morning, my pores looked small to non-existent and my skin was healthy-looking and didn’t look my usual tired and pasty. And boy was it smooth and soft.

I showered and used a face cleanser and then reapplied the serum before putting my usual light powder and mascara on. My skin looks healthy and perky and is even a different colour (a healthy colour, less like my usual Gothic or jaundiced look), not to mention the fact that the powder on my face, which is usually rubbed off by 9am due to my incessant sighing into my hands at work, is still on. Colour me impressed.

Finish this lovely skincare set with a candy cane scented hand cream and life is pretty damn good right now.

The Drops of Youth range has quite a lot of products in it so you’re spoilt for choice, but it is extremely pricey for tight-arses like myself, with most of the products being a minimum of £20. Works like a charm but puts a hole in your wallet.

Greetings

Well hello there. You seem to have stumbled upon my humble lil blog post so let me tell you about myself. My name is remotelypeachy aka Peachy aka Keeley and I am a university student, currently studying BA HONs in Fine Art. A few fun facts about myself include my love of horse riding, scented candles and peach flavoured ice tea. I’m a born and bred essex gal, I dress like the 80’s and 70s vomited all over me and I bloody love curry.

I am currently a streamer, of the art kind, fairly new to the scene I suppose. I found Twitch at the beginning of this year, my first streamer being Muyskerm (Bob), friend of jacksepticeye and Markiplier and became quickly addicted to his play-throughs of PUBG. This was the first community I became a part of, I made friends with people from across the world and we all had this admiration of Bob and his friends in common. But it didn’t feel like a family and I lost touch with those I originally felt close to. I don’t regret those friendships because they got me to where I am today.

I wanted to do things for myself and I started watching smaller, more independent streamers and I did things slow. I never once considered being a streamer before hand but after a shit few years I just wanted to do something different and something I would actually enjoy. I met my best friend Chris aka TallGuyGaming, in the utterly worst circumstances but I now can’t imagine my life without him. For some reason he insists on listening to my rambles and awful singing of Bohemian Rhapsody. Cat, Shannon, Tyler, Mariss, Bill, Shay, Jan, Kate. Wonderful, marvellous people who have no idea how much I love them. This was all through this weird dude Mr Dart, who I admit, made me laugh out loud to the point of hysterics when I’d leave his stream on in my bedroom (that’s how I’ve got 300+ hours babes). I didn’t even like State of Decay, there was just something about him that me think, yep. He’s my dad. All jokes aside, Mike has also topped up the chart to best friend.

Its weird to think that this year has been the best and the worst year of my ‘young’ life so far. I don’t think I have ever believed more in the saying “every cloud has a silver lining”. I really wouldn’t be where I am today without my friends. My family. They have just kept pushing me and supporting me to be the best version of me that I can possibly be and I will just have to continually thank them with love and hugs til the day I go up to that big ol dude in the sky.

This was a disgustingly sappy first blog post of mine, I promise you wont throw up when reading my next one.

When streamers get together…

I’ve not long got back home from spending the day in Whitby.  Me and my boyfriend met up with a couple of our streamer friends who happened to be spending the weekend there and since it’s not far from us at all and we couldn’t pass up the opportunity, we ventured out this morning and met them there.

Oh my goodness I haven’t laughed so hard for ages.  It’s been many, many years since I’ve had real life friends to spend any time with so this was a big deal for me and it was the magic medicine I’ve needed for a long time.  It was so much fun that my smile muscles hurt by the end of the day and as soon as we left them to go to the car, I actually felt really sad cos I missed them already.

It’s weird how you just instantly feel at ease around some people, like you’ve known them for years, and this is exactly how I felt around godsendss and 50cal so I can’t wait to hang out with them again.  I realise there’s still a stigma about meeting people you’ve met on the Internet but I can safely say after today that this is a great thing to do and streamer meet ups, for anyone who hasn’t arranged one, should definitely be a thing.  These two people, who I basically met when I streamed randomly one day back in March when I was giving Twitch a go for the first time and gods showed up in my chat that day and every stream after.  These two people who could quite easily become very close friends in real life.  Anyway, before I go all gooey and lose my credibility with gods, here are a few snaps of our outing today!