Now for a Real Entry
I went to Disneyland with eowyn42 and fuzzygondol yesterday. We were signed in for free by speedball's roomate James, although we still had to pay for parking (no big whoop). It was a lot of fun, despite having slept a mere 5 1/2 hours the night before; we carpooled, so that was nice. It was pretty warm, too, but nothing I couldn't handle. If Renn Faires have given me anything, it's a higher tolerance for heat. sportsjunkie showed up after work and hung out with us for a while.
Going on Hollywood Tower of Terror did nothing to assuage my fear of plummeting to my death in an elevator.
A poor choice in footwear resulted in two blisters on each foot. Walking for the last couple of hours was rather painful. Once I got home, I immediately lanced all four blisters with a sterilized pin. My feet are covered in band-aids now and walking for the next couple of days is going to be a bitch. That's the last time I wear my sandals to something that involves walking. I suddenly understand why old men wear socks with their sandals. Not that I'll be doing that anytime soon, of course.
I saw two different Old Asian Ladies with the same kind of funky sunshade/welding mask accessory on.
I also saw a small lobster in the water on the Storybook ride.
The 50th Anniversary fireworks were fucking amazing, even though we couldn't see some of the stuff because of some trees. They projected ghosts and the old skull 'n' bones on the side of the Matterhorn, and there was a flare launcher mounted on the very top of the mountain. It was crazy cool.
Space Mountain was fun. Not worth the wait, but fun. They redesigned the hallways leading up to the ride, and they changed the lighting in the launch tunnel, but all they really did to the ride itself is remove all the asteroids and stuff (the Cookie is gone, dammit!) and dim the stars a bit. Oh, and they added some funky James Bond music too. It was a more intense ride because of the changes, though.
I never knew before last night that the train goes through Splash Mountain. You look in on the last room you go through on that ride.
I bought a POTC cap very much like ideaspace's. Search his journal for a pic, I'm too lazy to wade through that electronic pile of procrastination - his words, not mine, even if he doesn't realize it yet. It is warm and fuzzy, not unlike ideaspace himself.
Speaking of fuzzy: Mark, your moustache called. It's sorry. Things were said in anger, but it wants to try again. I don't want to get in the middle of anything, but shit. The world only needs one Penn.
Peace out.
Going on Hollywood Tower of Terror did nothing to assuage my fear of plummeting to my death in an elevator.
A poor choice in footwear resulted in two blisters on each foot. Walking for the last couple of hours was rather painful. Once I got home, I immediately lanced all four blisters with a sterilized pin. My feet are covered in band-aids now and walking for the next couple of days is going to be a bitch. That's the last time I wear my sandals to something that involves walking. I suddenly understand why old men wear socks with their sandals. Not that I'll be doing that anytime soon, of course.
I saw two different Old Asian Ladies with the same kind of funky sunshade/welding mask accessory on.
I also saw a small lobster in the water on the Storybook ride.
The 50th Anniversary fireworks were fucking amazing, even though we couldn't see some of the stuff because of some trees. They projected ghosts and the old skull 'n' bones on the side of the Matterhorn, and there was a flare launcher mounted on the very top of the mountain. It was crazy cool.
Space Mountain was fun. Not worth the wait, but fun. They redesigned the hallways leading up to the ride, and they changed the lighting in the launch tunnel, but all they really did to the ride itself is remove all the asteroids and stuff (the Cookie is gone, dammit!) and dim the stars a bit. Oh, and they added some funky James Bond music too. It was a more intense ride because of the changes, though.
I never knew before last night that the train goes through Splash Mountain. You look in on the last room you go through on that ride.
I bought a POTC cap very much like ideaspace's. Search his journal for a pic, I'm too lazy to wade through that electronic pile of procrastination - his words, not mine, even if he doesn't realize it yet. It is warm and fuzzy, not unlike ideaspace himself.
Speaking of fuzzy: Mark, your moustache called. It's sorry. Things were said in anger, but it wants to try again. I don't want to get in the middle of anything, but shit. The world only needs one Penn.
Peace out.