Dance Magic Dance

or: In Which I Realize I'm Getting Old.

25 years ago today, Jim Henson and George Lucas released unto the world the masterpiece that is Labyrinth. I have a very specific soft spot for this movie and all its whimsy, puppetry and overuse of a codpiece. I think tonight will consist of complaining about how unfair life is while dancing the magic dance. Won't you join me?



Also, should you ever want me to love you/fear you/serve you forever, feel free to buy me this.

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