Oh My Goddess, Shirley Manson is a Urinal

My first thoughts about Shirley Manson’s arrival on Fox’s Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles series were Oh my god, This will be the absolutely hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life: Shirley Manson as a T1000. I hadn’t paid attention to half an instant of the new Terminator series since it aired, and really could care less about what’s left of the rotting corpse of a franchise the Terminator series has become, but there’s no way in the frigidest hell of a men’s bathroom I would miss Shirley Manson on the public airwaves, even if her acting was (and is) abominable.

Shirley Manson as Catherine Weaver (IMBD)

I’ve worshipped Shirley Manson as a goddess for the past twelve of my twenty-four years, hunting down the indescribable gloriousness of her b-sides from AudioGalaxy when it once thrived to the wastes of LimeWire to the haven that was SoulSeek on Windows XP. I nearly killed myself driving back and forth from Orlando to Atlanta on the same day to see two and a half hours of Bleed Like Me on Garbage’s last tour. I had to pee so awfully when that concert started that my liver almost failed while we waited behind the Tabernacle for Her Heavenliness to [ ... ]