Minnie and Me: The Rise of Department 56

Well well well, I know you've been wondering what I do here at work (besides blog) and now I will show you. Take a look at the picture in the corner. Know what that is? Doom upon the world in ceramic form. Somewhere in Department 56, which I liken to Room 101 in George Orwell's 1984, underfed artists are being, well, not fed until they come up with things like Minnie and Me Skating. I can see Laurence Olivier asking "Is it safe?" whilst dangling a spaghetti noodle above the starving artist's head. Oh what tragedy you must be saying to yourself by now, what fiends man this Department 56? you say, but wait, the horror grows exponentially when you read the copy that goes with Minnie and Me Skating:

Minnie Mouse visits the Snowbabies where they live - in Frosty Folic Land, and discovers there's nothing like a spin on the ice with a snowy friend.

They live in Frosty Folic Land, the land of vitamins, where everyone enjoys chewable vitamin C. No, not Frolic Land, where everyone frolics, but Folic Land where everyone is apparently trying to help prevent neural tube defects in fetuses by downing mass quantities of Folic Acid. What is this world coming to? Next thing you know we'll be seeing Minnie Shoots Up with Me and Snowbabies: Insane in the Membrane. I can't take any more. This Department 56 is a torture chamber with a kiln. Laurence O. must be stopped, but frankly, I'm kind of full from lunch. Ok, Laurence O. must be stopped after I digest. Department 56 will still be there when I'm not so full, right? Then I'll set the imprisoned artists free... in 45 minutes, an hour tops. Yeah, I am so there.