Don't be dumb, be a Smartie! Come and join the Nazi Party!
Monday, Jan. 09, 2006 at 9:30 a.m.
Jeez, we�re not allowed any fun anymore:
You know, sometimes, ya gotta go, �Safety Schmafety�, but I swear, most fun has ruined by highly litigious idiots. Have you read the warning label on a ladder lately? I swear, ladders are now getting taller because the damned warning label has so much crap on it. You can�t just say, �Don�t be stupid� because that�s not explicit enough. Coffee�s HOT you idiots.
I know, I know, if I had my way, toys would be tiny enough to lodge in a trachea and have very very sharp edges, but c�mon, how about some moderation??
Especially that guy.
Anyhoo, Hubster and I went to see The Producers (movie) over the weekend and it still had the squee! factor that seeing the stageplay did. Yes, I know Matthew Broderick is not Gene Wilder. And thank heaven Nathan Lane is not Zero Mostel. I think Zero was the sweatiest man alive, and for some reason he and his sweat always got extreme close-ups, right into the cavernous pores, which does not have any squee! factor, believe me. I also seem to remember that the �Springtime for Hitler� musical number was a LOT longer in the play, but you know how things get edited for movies. Anyhoo, I loved it, and I hope it gets some Best Something Oscar nods, because dammit, we need to have a rip-roaring comedy win some awards for once.
This photo wins my award for Best Use of a Passed-Out-Drunk Buddy:
This photo was the first-runner-up in that category:
Another category is the Best. Go-Cart. EVER.:
Finally! A shoe that might actually be too big for the Valkyrie�s gunboat feet!
Ta, kids!