Welcome to the Realm Of Delusion, the playground of the one and only yours truly, MidNight The Magnificent, Empress Of Delusion. Heh.
Mawhahahaha!!!
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So. Micheal Jackson is dead. At just 50 years old. It's unbelievable. But really. I just hope that the world will remember him for the freaking talented musical genius he really is, instead of focusing on his child molest cases. Dammit. He can EAT little kids for breakfast & I still wouldn't care. Say what you will of him. I'll always remember him for the talented man that he really is.
I'll never forget the first time I saw him moonwalk. "The man's a walking jellyfish!" Yeah, that's pretty much the first thing that came to mind at the sight of him moving so fluidly.
R. I. P. Micheal.
You showed us life can be a Thriller. You were neither Bad nor Dangerous, no matter what lies they spread about you. & starting with The Man In The Mirror, you worked tirelessly to Heal The World.
My new favourite T-shirt. & yes, I was walking around wearing it for about 3 days straight(man, I sure can get used to living in an entirely air-conditioned environment all the time. HATE this sweltering heat.) before I realized that I was actually supporting Bartop Dancing. Oh well, at least you'd never catch me doing that mad stuff. Hee.
Watched the new Terminator movie with my sister yesterday & I had a few pressing thoughts the moment the movie ended... Which numbered roughly in this order...
WOW! (See point 2)
Damn. Arnie is in really REALLY good shape for a guy in his 60's!
WOW! (See point 4)
Fucking awesome special effects!
Hee. Wonder if he actually uses gym equipment as his office furniture. (& yes, I can imagine his lifting paperwork as weights or something.) Damn god shape. WOW! (Yes, I do mean all the wow's.)
Damn it's cold in here. Really large cup of coke. I NEED the toilet.
Besides, sis, now that you're reading this, thanks for not freaking out when I told you those buns of steel are HOT!!! (Yes, I do so have a weird fetish for hot buns. Hehe.)
Ta-ta! MidNight The Magnificent... Off to work on some slideshow animation shit for Mary Had A Little Lamb.
Watching the classic Batman(you remember... The film by Tim Burton starring Micheal Keaton), it reminded me of a damn funny "debate" I was having with some fanboys on the net.
While we all acknowledged that the ride in Batman Begins/The Dark Knight is totally technologically superior, the sexiest Batmobile was unanimously voted to be the 1989 one from Tim Burton's classic Gothic Batman.
One of them then suggested that the whole car resembled nothing so much as a giant S&M dildo!
& being the only female taking sides in this geeky discussion, I was hounded as to whether I'd fuck myself with it.
Umm... Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not really into self service. On the other hand, Bruce Wayne can totally fuck me WITH one of those replica dildoes. Or even better, he can fuck me senseless IN that Batmobile. Hehe.
Gotta love fanboys. Hee. How did a fanboy like moi get stuck in this female body anyway? (Though it's true, it's not very much feminine.)
