… the dancer from “A Chorus Line” who danced in The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in sneakers. I saw you, Nike Boy. I saw you. It was definitely NOT a singular sensation. Also, if you’re going to have your cast in The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade dancing the big finale to “One,” uhm, can you please have them wear their costumes — the golden, top-hatted matchy-poo, we-move-as-one costumes? DON’T have the dude at the very front of your V-like formation posing and stubbing about in sneakers:
SHEEEEEE’S
— stub-stub-stub —
THHHHHHHE –
– stub-stub-stub —
ONNNNNNE!!!
–stubba-stub–stubba-stub–stubba-stubba-stubba–stub–stubba-stub –stubba-stub–stubba-stubba-stubba-stub …..
So so gross.
Seriously, do I have to start doing everything around here????
That was almost two weeks ago and I am not over it. It’s too egregious to ever get over. I’m sorry. Also ….
… the numerous audience members who laughed at the wrong moments when we went to see “Stranger than Fiction.” Oh, hahaha. It’s Will Ferrell! He’s always funny! He’s only funny! I was literally going insane listening to them. Shut up. SHUT UP. And it’s weird, they all seemed old enough to understand with other levels of understanding that the movie might actually have layers to it; that Will Ferrell might be doing something wonderful with this performance. But, no. They watched it on one emotional channel only, lazy and self-satisfied and laughing.
See why I do the “oops, I spilled water” trick on the seat next to me at the movies? It’s to keep me from killing, really. And since I’ve been doing that, I’m proud to say I’ve noticeably cut back on my homicides.