Television. Mother, nurturer, secret lover.
Television. Mother, nurturer, secret lover.
That was yesterday, today it’s a Robocop marathon. Lets be honest, though it is a sort of B Sci-Fi classic it probably didn’t deserve a sequel and apparently the third one prompted Frank Miller to shun Hollywood for a decade. I guess it’s true what they say, robot cops shouldn’t wear jetpacks. Those arguments aside, I’m going to sit here and watch all three Robocop movies, and I’m going to damn well like it.
In other news, I just baked a honking big loaf of Irish soda bread and as soon as it cools, my jaws are gonna put a hurting on it. That’s right, straight gangsta cookin’ biatch.
