I saw Sky High yesterday. After the um, "state fair" I visited yesterday. Did I imply it was a company event? Whoops, I musta wandered into the wrong field. It couldn’t have been a corporate shindig, because my company only hires people who have such giant, throbbing brains that we are not allowed to notice, or god forbid, comment on their outward appearance.
Anyway, apparently I dreamed the whole thing. No need to call out the SWAT team. I’ll consider myself on probation.
I dug Sky High. It was fun. There were some good laughs, and I love Lynda Carter as the principal. Plus, I have a total crush on the bully, Warren Peace. He’s a SUPERHOTTIE. Oh lord, there I go judging books by their covers again. He wasn’t just beautiful he was brooding and violent and misunderstood too. My kinda guy. Too bad the actor is only 19. Does that make me Michael Jackson?
Please tell me it’s still okay to make fun of Michael Jackson.