deer loward
I'm not sure even where to begin.
I mean, there's so much to say, and yet, somehow I find myself struck dumb with awe. Euro-Disney references popping around in my head. Half-formed questions about the mechanics walking-on-water ride. Vauge memories about something involving moneylenders and a temple. The soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar* (the blame for that one can be squarely put on John Cornyn's Box Turtle over at In the Pink Texas).
I mean, uh, well, there you go. It had to happen sooner or later, I guess. And. Holy fucking shit. It's like a fucking Onion article. But real.
*Note: You should all thank your lucky stars that the variety standards show chip for the Leadsinger kareoke machine does not include music from Jesus Christ Superstar. You should, though, fear the Leadsinger kareoke machine on general principle, though. Let's just say that Christmas Eve featured a rendition of "Here Comes the Sun" that will never be forgotten.
I mean, there's so much to say, and yet, somehow I find myself struck dumb with awe. Euro-Disney references popping around in my head. Half-formed questions about the mechanics walking-on-water ride. Vauge memories about something involving moneylenders and a temple. The soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar* (the blame for that one can be squarely put on John Cornyn's Box Turtle over at In the Pink Texas).
I mean, uh, well, there you go. It had to happen sooner or later, I guess. And. Holy fucking shit. It's like a fucking Onion article. But real.
*Note: You should all thank your lucky stars that the variety standards show chip for the Leadsinger kareoke machine does not include music from Jesus Christ Superstar. You should, though, fear the Leadsinger kareoke machine on general principle, though. Let's just say that Christmas Eve featured a rendition of "Here Comes the Sun" that will never be forgotten.