A couple of weeks ago I spent a day reading about blood. For work. Maybe back in elementary school someone told you that our blood is blue until it gets oxygenated in the open air, like when you cut yourself on that horrible can opener. Not so. Human blood varies in shades of red depending on where it is in our bodies at any given time, but it is always red.
We can thank our hemoglobin for that. But not all animals possess so much hemoglobin. Did you know this genus of skink in New Guinea have green blood? And octopi have blue blood? And some worms have violet-colored blood? Yeah. Pretty cool.
Learn all about it here– What Color is Your Blood?
Of course all that blood-talk got me thinking about our current collective obsession with vampires, and all the shite vampire teen heart-throb material out there. I mean, where have all the antique goblets gone? And the minion-guarded coffins? If you’re a vampire, why the hell would you want to go to high school? And when the sun hits them they’re supposed to explode, right? Or at least sizzle in agony before turning to ash, then vamp goo. Not, ahem, sparkle like a perfume advertisement as if their skin were made of diamonds.
Anyway, then I found this clip for what looks to be the dopest Vamp movie ever, Only Lovers Left Alive, because: 1) Awesome title, 2) Jim Jarmusch, 3) a pining Tom Hiddleston channeling Keith Richard, only classier, 4) Tilda Swinton with an albino mane, 5) Jim Jarmusch.
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