If I had not been alone, I would have sworn someone slipped me a magic mushroom mickey into my supper.
Introducer Dwayne Rock Johnson had the waist size of a 1980s era member of Devo or Loverboy, along with era-matching pants.
He-Man action figure's shoulders & arms, but on a Ken doll's pelvis. W T F?
The stadium looks like a parked Enterprise from Star Trek Next Gen. I think I prefer J. Jones's art deco scarab, but I remain open.
I could eviscerate the musical performances, but it would be a waste of energy. I saw no soul on stage. No blues. No metal. And very little talent. They should have invited & finished off with Weird Al to make it legit & interesting. He would have insisted on a better sound check.
Eminem is looking a little different. As in sick. He can afford better handlers. WTF? Give that boy a multivitamin and a sandwich! Jesus. He is looking like the time travel professor in LOST.
I don't know who Blige is, but that was revolting. She cannot sing. Nor dance.
I muted the TV.
Then Blige threw herself down on the stage.
Deep visual hurting.
Went to see if front door was still locked. Check. No one had come in & psilocybined me.
As far as the game, I will be honest. I was manufacturing a custom Saint Valentine's Day card & was not paying strict attention. It features layers of laminated cardboard. It is now as unto wood!
Some Latin here, some dark ink brain stamping there... Metal corners. A rubber dinosaur.
She will LOVE it.
About the game...
I enjoyed seeing Laura Dern's face on the Jurrasic Park commercial. Jim Carrey was funny. I saw a quick flash advert for Better Call Saul which is a brilliant show.
About this Valentine... I'm also gifting her with 13 magic tomato seeds harvested by yours truly.
13 seeds - a perfect witch's coven, or king & his knights, or a savior & his disciples.
I fastened them in a way that will guarantee they do not become "dislodged" in the mail!
Hahahaha!
(coughing)
The Super (B)Owls Are Not What They Seem.
