Yeah, so, we’ve got a mystery in our house for season two of “True Detective.”
In other news, we discovered over the weekend that the Spawn loves Michael Jackson music.
I think all kids like Michael Jackson music. It’s some weird subliminal Piped Piper shit in the music that draws kids to Michael Jackson, which was his plan all along. Dun dun DUN! I figure it’s safe for The Boy to listen to Michael Jackson now that he is dead. Or he is?! Dun dun DUN! I kid. He’s dead.
Computer update: As you know, the Spawn broke my computer, and I have been computer-less like a goddamn animal for two weeks. Well, a new computer has been purchased. It is scheduled to arrive on Friday, which means I’ll be spending my Friday evening gettin’ crazy on my new computer. Ain’t no party like a Mansfield party, because a Mansfield party involves drinking a beer while making shortcuts and adding bookmarks to her task bar.