Hay and I both disliked The Producers immensely. It was uncomfortable, only mildly amusing at best when Will Ferrell wasn’t on the screen, and I’m pretty sure if I had to pretend that Nazi Germany was funny for 30 seconds longer I would have thrown up. Rotten Tomatoes has a few reviews about the movie that sum up our dislike:
Poppy got her elastic bands yesterday. Poppy “slept” with them in her mouth. Poppy woke up every hour in agonizing pain because her mouth was open, going against the force of the bands. Poppy has a cold and can only breathe through her open mouth right now. Poppy will only wear her elastic bands at night until her cold is over. Poppy is sticking it to “The Man”.
Well, B does because I told her I was taking it down. I had to take my co-worker post* (you know, the one who was telling me she was all better than me) offline because completely by accident I spilled the beans about something that led my friend/co-worker (f/c-w) to my blog. Not the same f/c-w, but the f/c-w is wise and is probably fully aware that this is my blog.
My f/c-w might be lurking here (although my stat counter does not indicate so) and if it is true, I’d just like to say ahead of time: I’m sorry if my posts here ever hurt your feelings, but this is my blog and I’ll say whatever is on my mind because it’s not healthy for me to internalize my rage. You’re a great friend, but sometimes I complain about you too. That’s just the way life goes. And, I’m quite certain that if I had not been on cold medicine I wouldn’t have blabbed like I did.
To the rest of you all: How is it that you never annoy me? It’s incredible, like perfect friendships with a thick layer of rainbow sprinkles on top…
– *No worries, the post still exists, it’s saved as a draft, so whenever Blogger decides to “accidentally” publish all my draft posts it will make its reappearance.
So, hi. To those of you who are semi-new to my blog but have been posting comments like MAD – I love them, they make me very happy, so please continue! A few of you are so nice with your comments that I absolutely must move your blogs up to my obsession section just out of respect. I’m not going to say who, you’ll know who you are.
Each end of year I feel a small level of anxiety because I’m concerned that the date of Christmas will disrupt any or all of our services. The year when Christmas was on a Friday and so was New Year’s? Two weeks of NO GARBARGE COLLECTION. That just royally stunk, figuratively and literally. So, each year I continue to worry unnecessarily.
This year the fear was that PostSecret wouldn’t be updated, because it’s updated on Sundays and Christmas and Hanukkah were on a Sunday. But that Frank, he’s crafty. You know what he did? He posted on Saturday, the eve of the big day!** I’m not sure if he won’t just post this coming Sunday’s postcards on Sunday, since New Year’s is hardly as important as killing trees or lighting wax on fire, but I’m really impressed that he’s such a stand-up guy that he already had a plan for what to do when a major holiday disrupts his posting schedule! Genius!
– **I promise that I do realize that some people don’t celebrate any of the holidays that occur this time of year, but I can’t control what I’ll be anxious about…
PS – To the guy who sent in a postsecret that he drowned a kitten because he was mad that his parents were divorced: I hope that kitten’s life taught you a lesson and that you never, ever did or will do harm to another living being again.
PSS – Do you think Frank ever submits his own secret(s) to himself?
Just because you’re all famous and shit, and just because you think you’re as stupid as the rest of us think you are does not give you the right to assume that the stick figure in a wheelchair painted on the parking spot where you chose to park your car is an avatar of YOU.
PULL YOURSELVES OUT OF YOUR DRUNK-ASS VICODIN HAZE AND MOVE YOUR FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT VEHICLES. YOU ARE NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE REST OF US. NOT EVEN FOR JUST “TWO SECS”, NOT EVEN IF YOU USED TO MAKE OUT WITH SPIDEY OR HAD A HIT SHOW ON NICKELODEON. OKAY? O-FUCKING-KAY.
I’m not feelin’ it. Just got a bit of a cold and nothing much to say today, other than I have to pee frequently because of all the liquids I’m drinking to banish the cold back to the dark realm from whenst it came. Or, whatever.
Anyone else got a case of the Mondays, even though it’s Tuesday?
When I was a young girl my mother told me about my great grandmother, her grandmother, who would start talking about a story or an event from her day, then drop it for an hour or two, or a day or two, then all of a sudden she’d just pick it back up as if the first part of the conversation had happened just a moment ago.
I’m not sure if I picked up this habit because my mom told me about it and it sounded cool, or if I was predisposed to do it, but I have this exact same tendency. Two days ago Hay and I were talking about something, and I just brought it up again, without using specific nouns or pronouns, and he totally realized what I was talking about. To me the more amazing thing is that I found a soulmate who gets me.
Thanks, Great Gramma Poppy.
And, since you’ve made it through my tale I reward you with a warm weather remembrance: