Help me, I think I'm falling...in love with you...again

[grrgoyl]

I can feel it. I'm teetering on the precipice. Over the edge waits an all-consuming obsession with MST3k. I've been there before, that's how I can recognize the warning signs. But that was back in the dark days before DVD when the tedious effort involved in editing 50 videotapes full of episodes overwhelmed me, and they just kept making more and there seemed no end to it and I was forced to walk away. But now, this guy, he's selling them so cheap, whole seasons at a time, and they all fit in the palm of my hand...what's to stop me?

My natural inclination to fixate is helped along by a growing love for one Mike Nelson. Sure, I've always thought he was cute, with his boyish good looks and seemingly quiet shyness. And after reading his book Movie Megacheese I realized he is witty and clever too. But then tonight, while partaking in a little "Parts: The Clonus Horror," this host segment made my jaw drop:





Yes, he's wearing silver lamé short shorts. And a pail on his head. And showing his midriff. But something about seeing this wholesome midwestern boy tarted up and gadding about so....wantonly....well, it does funny things to me. And I don't mean "funny ha-ha."

Mmmmm mmm mmmm. Dance, my pretty one.

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[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

If he's really a conservative Christian and can still dance around in tight silver lamé pants, then he's the coolest conservative Christian ever.