Harry Potter Church Steak and Pizza...not necessarily in that order
Everyone wants to be unique and to be heard;to be thought of as special and interesting. If they did not, blogging would not exist. Nor music or poetry or art in any other form. What aspect of ourselves is so alone that we require this? It has just been on my mind alot, lately. I think I just want proof of my own existence...or validity. Or maybe I just want to think of myself as an intellectual and blathering on mindlessly in prose form grants me some sembalance of that. Who the hell knows. I think too much. And not about things that matter;rhetorical things...absract things...shiny things...well,especially shiny things.
Changing directions, if I may, perhaps I was the last to hear of this but apparently they are opening up a Hogwarts Academy/Harry Potter theme park at Islands of Adventure in Orlando, Florida this year. ( I was told March, projectedly) Even though I try to avoid pop culture histeria and let my own tastes and impulses drive me towards what I want to read and experience, I am fascinated by this. I mean, this has to be a hell of an undertaking! Even though I enjoyed the movies I still haven't read the books-I'm on an Anne Bishop/ Terry Brooks kick right now, if you must know. I'll get to Potter eventually.
Still, a theme park of this magnitude is pretty snazzy. I do not know if I want to be anywhere near it for the first couple of years it is open but still pretty snazzy. You'll have too knock twelve year olds out of the way like a 49er line backer just to get through the door but if you make it in, I see potential. You'll more than likely have gum in your hair and a pair of someones eles fake Potter spectacles shoved down you pants but hey, all the better (Well unless the kid is still attached to them. That would be BAD.
In work news, I was waiting on a table today and after they ordered I came back with their salads. As I approached, I noticed that they were in the middle of prayer. I was raised strict southern Pentecostal so this was not a big deal, but it lasted for an unusually long time. Meanwhile, I'm standing there with wilting field greens and the Italian dressing is seperating.
Respectfully, I go to make fresh salads and give them a moment to wrap it up. Five minutes or so later they seem available so I go to get the new salads and return. Once again they are back in prayer, this time for a prayer request they had received for an ailing neighbor and so forth. They figured they had time to kill so they were using it to talk to God. Time management is key...
So, I stand there with the salads again. Accept this time, I decide to set up a tray at the table next to them so they can just grab the salads when they're done. This seems well received but I notice then that the hostess has ben watching everything from the front desk. She seems amused so I walked up and asked her; "What the hell ever happened to seperation of church and steak?"
I also had a lady leave me a really nice tip today before dinner. Before walking out the door, however, she said to me, "I wanted you to have it, you look slow."
Now, "Slow" in this sentence can mean many things. Obviously she realized I was analyzing it because I cocked my head at her like a cocker spaniel and blinked a few times. Not exactly a pose for the brilliant and the astute. I was not helping my case. I just smiled dumbly, thanked her again, and pouted in the kitchen. I'm thinking she ment that business was slow, but still. I did forget to straighten my hair, today. The Shakah Kahn fro I was sporting might have convinced her I was part of the equal oppertunity hiring policy at Longhorn. I hope they get the tax credit for me this year. I like pizztha...
Changing directions, if I may, perhaps I was the last to hear of this but apparently they are opening up a Hogwarts Academy/Harry Potter theme park at Islands of Adventure in Orlando, Florida this year. ( I was told March, projectedly) Even though I try to avoid pop culture histeria and let my own tastes and impulses drive me towards what I want to read and experience, I am fascinated by this. I mean, this has to be a hell of an undertaking! Even though I enjoyed the movies I still haven't read the books-I'm on an Anne Bishop/ Terry Brooks kick right now, if you must know. I'll get to Potter eventually.
Still, a theme park of this magnitude is pretty snazzy. I do not know if I want to be anywhere near it for the first couple of years it is open but still pretty snazzy. You'll have too knock twelve year olds out of the way like a 49er line backer just to get through the door but if you make it in, I see potential. You'll more than likely have gum in your hair and a pair of someones eles fake Potter spectacles shoved down you pants but hey, all the better (Well unless the kid is still attached to them. That would be BAD.
In work news, I was waiting on a table today and after they ordered I came back with their salads. As I approached, I noticed that they were in the middle of prayer. I was raised strict southern Pentecostal so this was not a big deal, but it lasted for an unusually long time. Meanwhile, I'm standing there with wilting field greens and the Italian dressing is seperating.
Respectfully, I go to make fresh salads and give them a moment to wrap it up. Five minutes or so later they seem available so I go to get the new salads and return. Once again they are back in prayer, this time for a prayer request they had received for an ailing neighbor and so forth. They figured they had time to kill so they were using it to talk to God. Time management is key...
So, I stand there with the salads again. Accept this time, I decide to set up a tray at the table next to them so they can just grab the salads when they're done. This seems well received but I notice then that the hostess has ben watching everything from the front desk. She seems amused so I walked up and asked her; "What the hell ever happened to seperation of church and steak?"
I also had a lady leave me a really nice tip today before dinner. Before walking out the door, however, she said to me, "I wanted you to have it, you look slow."
Now, "Slow" in this sentence can mean many things. Obviously she realized I was analyzing it because I cocked my head at her like a cocker spaniel and blinked a few times. Not exactly a pose for the brilliant and the astute. I was not helping my case. I just smiled dumbly, thanked her again, and pouted in the kitchen. I'm thinking she ment that business was slow, but still. I did forget to straighten my hair, today. The Shakah Kahn fro I was sporting might have convinced her I was part of the equal oppertunity hiring policy at Longhorn. I hope they get the tax credit for me this year. I like pizztha...