You know, the weird thing is that it wasn't? I'm with you, when I'm leaking blood I find it fascinating and often beautiful, but this really, really wasn't beautiful. I took about two dozen photos (which I'm not posting here, because there's tasteless, and then there's tasteless) and only one of them - a line of blood running down the white front of the dishwasher - was even vaguely aesthetically nice.

It was really just a *mess*. Spatter looks pretty on TV, but in reality, it wasn't, it was just drippy and smeary and ugly; there weren't pretty spray patterns or anything, just places where it was too easy to imagine he'd had to stop moving for long enough for something to spill over, or he couldn't stand up any more and leaned up against something. Plus blood starts decomposing very quickly, so where it wasn't dried into an off-brown color, it was either black and peeling up horribly, or it was separating into solids and yellow pus-looking plasma.

I guess it's good to know that I only find blood pretty when the person it belongs to is also having fun?