On Wednesdays, I post a picture or two (maybe more) from my family’s photo archives that need not be explained. Why won’t they be explained?
Because it’s better that way.
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On Wednesdays, I post a picture or two (maybe more) from my family’s photo archives that need not be explained. Why won’t they be explained?
Because it’s better that way.
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I always liked Eeyore best. “It’s not much of a tail, but I was sort of attached to it.”
Just don’t tell Joseph that I grew up (almost) entirely without watching Sesame Street.
This made me horribly sad.
Which part? Or both? :>
Agreed. Eeyore is the best. Mostly because I always like the underdogs in pretty much any scenario. “Thanks for noticin’ me…” Sweet Eeyore. He just needed some love.
But pooh is definitely worth giving a shot. Watch the most recent movie. Y’know, the one they tried to make appeal to us by putting “Somewhere Only We Know” in the trailer. I enjoyed it. :)
Im pretty sure that the creators of Winnie the Pooh were on a lot of drugs. I wouldn’t waste your time, Mandie. But splits are cool. Don’t let that be a complete deal breaker.
I’ve always though Winnie the Pooh was really the background player of this own story. Eeyore, Tigger, Piglet, Roo – all much more dynamic players.
And I like the cliffhanger at the end – CAN Joseph do the splits?
He did answer the question right away, but it’s ok, I still love you.
I fully support your stance here. As someone who is versed in all things Disney, Pooh and his coterie are the WORST. My daughter shall not speak his name until she is an adult and can freely make all of her own decisions. Pooh has a terrible name, IS whiney, and is a pushover. He sucks. Sucks. I hate Pooh. I will die on this hill.
I’ve always liked you, Sam Davidson.
Versed in all things Disney, yet Pooh is the worst? Therefore you are saying that Pooh is worse than such amazing disasters as The Haunted Mansion with Eddie Murphy, Around the World in 80 Days with Jackie Chan, Snow Dogs, or even the live action Inspector Gadget. They even made a second Inspector Gadget starring (and I use that term LOOSELY) French Stewart.
Let me reiterate: Disney actually gave French Stewart a job. Yet you want to argue that Winnie the Pooh is the worst?
With all due respect, sir, I will pray for the soul of your daughter every day from here on out, that someday she will learn the truth.
This litany of failures only makes my point stronger. Pooh is worse than all of these. Combined.
You know you else sucks? Tinkerbell.
YES. Tinkerbell is the WORST. Kind of a whoreface mcgee if you ask me. She acts like she’s cornered the market on Peter Pan and gets all angry and jealous about Wendy…and you can just tell she is by her stupid face. (30 Rock says it better than I could.)
Woah là with the Tink-hate! :(
OH MY. Piglet is a rockstar. And I knew a boy in junior high that would stick his arms in his tee shirt and tap his forehead with his elbow and say, “think, think, think” and it was the funniest thing ever. And I still know Tigger’s theme song.
Now. How do you feel about Paddington Bear? He’s a bear. In a raincoat.
I, too, still remember Tigger’s theme song.
And speak no ill of Paddington Bear. Paddington books were a favorite at my house.
The wonderful thing about tiggers
Is tiggers are wonderful things!
Their tops are made out of rubber
Their bottoms are made out of springs!
They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!
Piglet is adorable. That is all.
The best part of Pooh? Reading the classic A.A. Milne story to one’s child using character voices. Seeing it through their little eyes is the bomb diggity, people!
This is me responding to your comment.
Lovely. So substantive.
;-)
I have to agree with Mandie on this one – there are some serious psychiatric issues lingering in the 100 Acre Wood.
Of note: Pooh Bear – suffers from an acute eating disorder with honey that borderlines addiction. Pooh also exhibits episodic dementia and exhibitionist tendencies given his reluctance to wear pants….
In a previous blog post, I offered my unscientific diagnoses of Pooh and his friends at the link below – it’s not spam, it’s relevant to solidify Mandie’s case…
http://thedailyretort.com/on-the-psychiatric-couch-winnie-the-pooh/
Let’s just note that I didn’t actually say I HATED Winnie, just that I was ignorant and uneducated when it comes to him. I’m willing to stay neutral until I actually see it.
On behalf of The Joseph Craven and, more importantly, on behalf of Winnie-the-PooH, I feel compelled to comment. Think what you will of the movies — though the old ones are rather nice — but please, please read the books before judging Edward Bear — yes, that actually is his name — as not worth your time. The books are worth your time, being kind and wise and funny and sweet and not belonging to Disney at all. Children deprived to A. A. Milne’s Pooh-Bear have definite holes in their childhoods. I’ve found, too, that the books manage to grow up rather well — the last chapter of The House on Pooh Corner makes me cry now because it is TRUE — so that reading them to your children would have to be rather wonderful.
This legitimately makes me want to read the books. To myself, and then to my non-existent children.
Splendid.
yes this
so true!
Are you two an item? Sheesh, I need to brush up on my blogger followees!
They’re going steady.
I need to stay impartial so I don’t get a reputation as an antagonist, but I just want to say that I approve of all the capital letters that were used. Very good.
Winnie the Pooh was named after Winnipeg.
And I birthed an Eeyore (William) and a Tigger (Vivian).
That is all.
Who is the Pooh in your house?
I have a friend who used to call me Eeyore because no matter how cheerful I was, she said I always sounded depressed when I answered the phone.
Your tweets sound ho-hum as well.
YES! Mission accomplished.
Sadly (but not surprisingly), @eeyore is taken.
When my daughter was young, she and I watched it from 8 in the morning until about 5 in the evening. I knew every word to the thing. I grew so sick of it. How I miss those days.
Okay I will admit I’m not a huge fan of Winnie the Pooh, but given he’s Canadian in origin and not a product of Disney (initially at least) I feel the need to support the little honey obsessed fellow and his friends, as odd as they might be.
One of my favorite jokes: Q: Why did Tigger stick his head in the toilet? A: He was looking for poo(h).
Amanda, I agree that “Pooh” is a rather odd name. And the honey thing is kinda weird. However, I also agree with the Joseph Craven that Pooh and gang are classics that kind of HAVE TO be experienced by children for the sake of their well-being.
That was quite an amusing series of txt messages, with such effort to pooh-pooh Pooh. I can understand if you pooh-pooh “poo”, but the H in Pooh salvages the name from pooh-pooh-worthiness. To pooh-pooh “poo” is a sad focus on a Pooh misspelling, and side-steps the Pooh in your path, while looking for poo in the weeds. And that, I’m afraid, I must pooh-pooh.