kat, please come sit in the horrified corner with me.

I am totally for all sorts of fascism at all sorts of events that I throw/pay for.

There will be chicken dancing at my wedding, oh yes there will.

I applaud the fascism, but critiquing weddings is also a time-honored custom.

Announcement: OMG, my new neighbor is just.so.loud., and the people next to him are all talking louder because of him.

Analysis: shutupShutUpSHUTUP

Yeah, better the fun than CD fascism.

Humph. We were CD fascists and proud of it. Those CDs were the result of many, many weeks of extremely laborious labor, and anyone who'd tried to mess with them would've deserved to lose a finger or three.

Also, I have a terrible Chicken Dance aversion, probably brought on by overexposure to the Jimmy Neutron movie. I can't bear to watch computer-generated animated fake people doing the Chicken Dance; seeing it done by actual humans in immediate proximity to my actual self pushes me way past watch-from-the-hall straight into flee-the-premises-screaming-and-don't-stop-running-for-hours. And a fleeing screaming bride makes for great gossip afterwards, but a slightly awkward atmosphere during the reception.

There will be chicken dancing at my wedding, oh yes there will.

I read that as chicken s dancing. Which there may well have been at my parents' wedding, given it was on the farm and all.

Even worse than the garter toss itself -- when he who catches the garter has to put it on she who catches the bouquet. IOW, follow up "The groom is removing the bride's underwear," which at least has the feeble justification that they're married to each other, with "And now a man is putting underwear on a woman who may be a complete stranger."

Again, the one wedding I've been to where this was done, it was in an atmosphere of complete non-skeeve. It's a game, not a porno.

I have learned a lot of new things today. Like I also learned about "face books" in college. The college forces you to send them a picture which then gets puts into a book and passed out to the entire freshman class to show everyone the new faces on campus. We did not have this at my college. I find it quite creepy.

Oh, you mean the lookbook? Pity the people who actually just get a passport picture and send that in-- what are they thinking?

It's funny, I have HELLS NO at my wedding opinions, and also - it's their wedding, let's do what they want. Meaning, I don't care if people do group dances at weddings, or garter stuff, or make-out during the ceremony (I have opinions about them all, but I don't care that they happen) - as long as it is not MY wedding.

But do they tell you the picture is for this lookbook/face book thingy? In conversation with co-workers at lunch, they said that the college just asked them for a picture and they didn't know what it was for and then, WHAM. The face book was given to them when they got on campus. I was just weirded out by the whole thing. I swear that we did not have this thing at my school. And thank heavens for that.

On a note that has absolultely nothing to do with weddings, garters or cheese, ROBOT CHICKEN came out on DVD today.

Actually there might have been cheese or garters involved somewhere...