When I was a kid back in the 1900s, there were two heroes in my life: Superman and Batman. I was especially fond of Superman II, because Christopher Reeve was ever so dreamy and it was fun going around the house asking everyone to “KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!” When Batman came out in the late 80s, I adored Mr. Michael Keaton. We did a pep rally routine to “Batdance” that rocked
It was shocking really…how quickly it took hold of my system. But after seeing his rockumentary a few weeks ago, I can say without a shadow of a doubt: Hello. My name is Lincee. And I have Bieber Fever. Is the fact that this 17-year-old kid’s life story is the third highest grossing documentary in America disturbing? Yes. Am I saddened that “Never Say Never” bested the late, great Michael
Well…it is done. We’ve reached the end of this amazing journey and as I watched last night’s show, I allowed a river of emotions sweep me back and forth along a current that lasted about an hour and a half too long. Like Brad, the majority of my feelings fell under the utterly confused portion of the emotional scale, but we’ll get to After the Final Rose later. It’s time
