I don’t care what you say, Jeanette was the sexiest Chipette.
My destiny calls and I go, and the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward, oh, whithersoever they blow!
A recent post from–well, you can probably imagine–prompted this entry. After reading said post, I fell into a tempest of emotions bringing me to another state of grief and guilt, but, thanks to strong words from one of my best friends, I am pulling myself back from a state of abject pity. Anyway, this song from ROBOTECH has always been very poignant–both in its minor key and forceful lyrics–to me, and, like my fictional brother Veritech pilots, a rally cry to never give up even if the odds seem more than impossible.
Each and every day we dream of winning and beginning a new life.
Farewell, Catwoman. Ye shall be missed, but you finally earned your diploma.
In her fantastical life, Eartha Kitt came to like a great many things. Men, sex, bawdy songs. I personally know about the lemon sorbet, the mango sorbet and the strawberry sorbet.