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:

“By the end you’re asking yourself if they went to any trouble at all or simply took a film camera to a performance of the musical itself”
– Joe Utichi, FILMFOCUS

“Static camera work alienates the audience.”
– Audrey Rock-Richardson, TOOELE TRANSCRIPT-BULLETIN (UTAH)

“I really can’t believe that Nathan, Matthew, or Uma chose to be involved in this film. Bad career decision especially for Uma.”
– Poppy Cede, POPPY CEDES (har har)

Oh well, won’t be the worst movie I ever see in my life…

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.

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*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.

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.

FU,
~Poppy

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.

and a link to my holiday party fun set!