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A strange night at work ...
Jun. 9th, 2003 04:19 pm... not because anything weird happened, but just because my brain plopped down, crossed its arms in a huff, refused to edit, and decided that I wasn't going anywhere until I finished another X-Men diary. 'Kay, fine then. Be that way. Sheesh.
So for the rest of the night, I had the X-Men movie characters in my head, which I can't complain about because Wolverine and Iceman wandering around in there ... yum. The downside came when I popped in my one-hit wonders mix on mini-disc.
Okay, first off, I've got the entire X-Men team in my head dancing to the electric slide, which wasn't so bad until I realized Logan was teaching everybody else how to do it. I have no idea why. He was probably drinking more than his share of 'schlager or something. Then things got even weirder because Magneto showed up with his gang and got all pissy about the way Logan was showing the gang how to do that arm movement.
So they ended up having this battle-of-the-dancers fight straight out of "Fast Forward." I'm sorry, but did you ever see this godawful movie? Mid-80s, Larry Tate's in it for about five minutes, and there's this backwoods dance troop who keep dressing up in these increasingly baaaad costumes until you get to the end of the movie and they're apparently in skintight maitre d's uniforms. I keep turning on HBO and there it is, like some evil form of karma or something. The only thing I remember clearly is that they keep having battle-of-the-dancers fights at this nightclub, and one dancer actually does the robot.
Needless to say, Magneto did the robot. He was really good at it, but I think that was mostly due to arthritis. (Don't tell him I said that. Like the iron in my blood, want to keep it there.)
As if that wasn't bad enough, then Magneto took over and said, "Homo superior does not dance to this drivel!" At which point he turned into Gandalf. All right, fine then. Be *that* way. Of course, that would be the point on my mini-disc that "Mambo #5" came up. Gandalf was having a grand old time dancing to that one, and to add insult to injury, Legolas and Arwen were his back-up dancers. Don't even ask.
I knew I had to change the mini-disc when I started hearing, "A little bit of Boromir, full of holes, a little bit of Saruman with dark goals, a little bit of Haldir in his grave, a little bit of Eowyn in a cave ..."
So the moral of this story is: There is no sugar in Pixie Stix, unless there is, in which case Legolas looks good in a skintight maitre d's uniform.
No, wait, that's not it ...
So for the rest of the night, I had the X-Men movie characters in my head, which I can't complain about because Wolverine and Iceman wandering around in there ... yum. The downside came when I popped in my one-hit wonders mix on mini-disc.
Okay, first off, I've got the entire X-Men team in my head dancing to the electric slide, which wasn't so bad until I realized Logan was teaching everybody else how to do it. I have no idea why. He was probably drinking more than his share of 'schlager or something. Then things got even weirder because Magneto showed up with his gang and got all pissy about the way Logan was showing the gang how to do that arm movement.
So they ended up having this battle-of-the-dancers fight straight out of "Fast Forward." I'm sorry, but did you ever see this godawful movie? Mid-80s, Larry Tate's in it for about five minutes, and there's this backwoods dance troop who keep dressing up in these increasingly baaaad costumes until you get to the end of the movie and they're apparently in skintight maitre d's uniforms. I keep turning on HBO and there it is, like some evil form of karma or something. The only thing I remember clearly is that they keep having battle-of-the-dancers fights at this nightclub, and one dancer actually does the robot.
Needless to say, Magneto did the robot. He was really good at it, but I think that was mostly due to arthritis. (Don't tell him I said that. Like the iron in my blood, want to keep it there.)
As if that wasn't bad enough, then Magneto took over and said, "Homo superior does not dance to this drivel!" At which point he turned into Gandalf. All right, fine then. Be *that* way. Of course, that would be the point on my mini-disc that "Mambo #5" came up. Gandalf was having a grand old time dancing to that one, and to add insult to injury, Legolas and Arwen were his back-up dancers. Don't even ask.
I knew I had to change the mini-disc when I started hearing, "A little bit of Boromir, full of holes, a little bit of Saruman with dark goals, a little bit of Haldir in his grave, a little bit of Eowyn in a cave ..."
So the moral of this story is: There is no sugar in Pixie Stix, unless there is, in which case Legolas looks good in a skintight maitre d's uniform.
No, wait, that's not it ...
