I hate Mondays.
Yes, as the title suggests, I hate Mondays.
I don't have any special reason for hating them. But for some reason, on Mondays, the shrill screams of the children always seem louder and the kid who slipped into the park with a French Connection UK shirt always seems more annoying.
Sigh. Maybe I'm just old and crotchety. (Wait... "crotchety" doesn't mean what it sounds like, does it? Someone go look that up.)
Today has been a particularly trying day. But on days like this, there's always one thing to cheer me up. I just remind myself how fortunate I am to be in the position I'm in. After all, out of all the theme park yetis in the world, I get the privilege of working for Disney. And that makes me unique.
Well, yes, now that I think about it, I guess I do have a couple of cousins who work for Disneyland. But they don't really count. I mean, they're not even real. They're nothing but motionless statues with a few recorded sound effects to back them up.
I, on the other hand...
Hm.
I hate Mondays.
Betty?!
BETTY?!?!
Disney fans, I hate you all.
Today I was cybersurfing about on the interwebs when I stumbled across this thread on a fan site from back in March.
Some folks on there were talking about how much they want to see me get fixed. Thank you for that. But they kept inexplicably typing "she" when they meant "he."
And then one of them called me "Betty."
Betty the yeti.
This, my dear readers, is called adding insult to injury. It's not enough that I'm in traction; now you want to emasculate me as well?
Well, I've had it. You will rue the day you crossed paths with the Disco Yeti! I'm going to track down your IP addresses, find out where you live, and come to each of your houses while you sleep.
And then I'll... I'll... I'll play disco music really loud and flash a strobe light in your faces! See how you like it!
Just you wait until Disney gives me movement again. Then you'll be sorry. You'll rue like you've never rued before.
Your friend,
B. Mode
The Disco Yeti
P.S. THE B. DOES NOT STAND FOR BETTY!!!!!
An open letter to Tom Staggs.
Dear Tom, (Can I call you Tom?)
I read with great interest this week's Sentinel article and its follow-up about your efforts to improve the plans to expand Fantasyland. I don't know you, but from the article, I have to say that you sound like a pretty awesome guy. You give credit to others, you don't badmouth your predecessors, and you're able to recognize what's good about things while also being honest about the room for improvement.
Fantastic! I'm duly impressed.
I'm a yeti who works for your company. I live in the Forbidden Mountain at Expedition Everest, where I'm currently an attraction in traction. Even though I don't get over to the Magic Kingdom much, I had heard about the concerns that the expansion was going to appeal too much to girls. Me, I like the princesses--I think Belle might have a thing for me, actually--but I also think it's awesome that you're working to "broaden the appeal further" to include boys.
Once you're done with the Magic Kingdom plans, I was wondering if you might stop by Animal Kingdom, where I live. Don't get me wrong, I think my ride is already really awesome, but I was hoping to meet and chat with you about an idea I had to "broaden the appeal" of my ride to include people who like working animatronics and effects.
I know you're a busy guy, and I know things can't happen overnight, but just to know you're working on it would help me sleep so much better.
...or at least as well as a guy can sleep while frozen in position.
Sincerely,
The Disco Yeti
P.S. If you do happen to see Belle, tell her I said hi.
P.P.S. You don't have to mention this to Prince, um... Prince Beast.

