You know what's one of my favorite guilty pleasures? The 1998 Godzilla movie. I KNOW, I KNOW. But it's so BAD that it's kinda GOOD, you know? It's just so LOLTASTIC and stupid and silly and I LOVE it. Um. It was on TV right now and, well, I had nothing better to do, so I saw the last, oh, hour and a half. Er. OMG the special effects, IT BURNS, MY PRECIOUS, IT BURNSSS.
(Maybe it's just that I'm seeing it through my 10 year old self eyes? And believe me, that ten year old? Thought it was AWESOME. Ah, nostalgia, you make us do crazy stuff. Just like, when it came out, I decided I liked Jurassic Park: The Lost World BETTER than the original. Then again, that one DID have a T-REX tearing BUILDINGS down. Which, you know, AWESOME. Don't worry I've since seen the error in my ways. But I do remember that T-Rex fondly.)
ANYWAY. Point is, I love that shitty movie. AND TODAY. Today I discovered that
THERE IS A GODZILLA ANIMATED SERIES. In which the last teensy winny ickly Godzilla baby IMPRINTS on Carrie Bradshaw's husband (whose name eludes me, WHATEVER) and helps them FIGHT CRIME. OMG. LA;SDFJLSDFJLSKJFD.
A day that starts with Godzilla? Can't ever go wrong. BECAUSE I SAY SO.