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Saturday, January 20, 2007
OK, this is hilarious; this one is uncomfortably amusing.
I miss Usenet.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 AM | shower me with attention
I miss Usenet.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:51 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, January 19, 2007
For Christmas, my sister surprised me with tickets to a one-night-only concert performance of Kristen Chenoweth at the Met. Of course, I invited Gina to go with - no one else I know would've appreciated it as much.
She was glorius, Kir, angelic and funny. I even didn't so much mind the operatic stuff she sang. In fact, one piece she sang really surprised me- it was operatic but oddly Sondheim-esque, and I fell in love with it. In fact, I'm off to Google it now, once I find out the name from my program.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
She was glorius, Kir, angelic and funny. I even didn't so much mind the operatic stuff she sang. In fact, one piece she sang really surprised me- it was operatic but oddly Sondheim-esque, and I fell in love with it. In fact, I'm off to Google it now, once I find out the name from my program.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I didn't believe Gina when she told me the story of Judy, the housecleaning chimp.
I can't believe it. She scrubbed out the fridge. She cleans better than we do...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
I can't believe it. She scrubbed out the fridge. She cleans better than we do...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Jiggety jig-jig-jig, jiggety jog-jog-jog!
Good night!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:55 PM | shower me with attention
Good night!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:55 PM | shower me with attention
I can't believe I'm paying for Wifi access in an airport. I am delayed in Philadelphia.
Philadelphia. I could walk home faster than it's gonna take me to wait for this flight. I could sneeze and the spit would hit my front door faster than this flight is going to take.
God damn, and I'm so bored I'm paying to check my email. Like I put down the computer for five minutes while I was away.
This is a disease of addiction.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 PM | shower me with attention
Philadelphia. I could walk home faster than it's gonna take me to wait for this flight. I could sneeze and the spit would hit my front door faster than this flight is going to take.
God damn, and I'm so bored I'm paying to check my email. Like I put down the computer for five minutes while I was away.
This is a disease of addiction.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:46 PM | shower me with attention
DAMMIT! I forgot my Sunday New York Times!!!!
Anyone have an untouched crossword puzzle from Sunday's magazine?
Anyone?
Oh god.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:58 AM | shower me with attention
Anyone have an untouched crossword puzzle from Sunday's magazine?
Anyone?
Oh god.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:58 AM | shower me with attention
Let's finish up the travelogue so I can go back to posting about how I can't sleep at night.
Going back in time, Mom and I went to Toontown to spin on the Roger Rabbit ride, which I hadn't seen since I was a kid.
Toontown is scary as fuck; I'd forgotten how much cartoons of the era that it is meant to evoke frighten the hell out of me; everything was surreal and Fleischer-esque and Roger Rabbit's Toontown Spin From Hell is the very scariest ride there is at Disneyland; nightmarish, can't-sleep-clown'll-eat-me fun.
I don't remember being nearly this frightened the first time I rode this, at the tender age of 15. Maybe one really has to have one's blood chemistry completely altered by antidepressants to find Toontown as frightening and depressing as I do, but there you have it. A little-known side effect of Effexor: Toons will fuck you up.
Why aren't children more frightened by things like fish floating in tanks of gasoline?
Saw some amusing things in the Emporium: one, Chip and Dale in their gay wedding tuxedos, married at last. (They must've gone to Massachusetts.)
Also, remind me to go on a rant later about the Bratz-ification of the Disney princesses. I know I have way more to say about Disney princesses than adult, heterosexual women without offspring should, but come on.
Anyhow.
Also rode the Matterhorn; I've been having dreams about riding the Matterhorn, and reality was exactly like them, so I guess I hadn't forgotten it as much as I'd thought.
We did, in fact, manage to hit almost everything Disneyland has that our "home base" doesn't, so I'm satisfied.
Today we slept in, had a family blowout, and then I rolled into Tomorrowland to catch up on my Space Mountain. There's some sort of bizarre Red Hot Chili Peppers overlay that is both incredibly cheesy and oddly exhilarating. I was pleased. Waiting on the line, I did some sudoku, and scribbled this on the back page:
Dryblog 1/15/07 1:40 PM Line to Sp Mt.
I am cursed - they just announced a 10-minute delay due to technical difficulties as I wait in line for Space Mountain.
Rides that have broken as I've waited/and or ridden on them this trip:
Toad
Matterhorn
Space Mountain
Monorail
What up? Am I cursed? Too bad it didn't stop while I was on it - that would trump a Toad evacuation any day!
Later on, we headed back to California Adventure and watched the Aladdin show. Stage shows in theme parks are dumb. This one was fairly impressive - dumb, but in a big, Broadway-style theatre, with life-sized elephant puppets and up-to-date references. (Genie to Jafar: "Wait a minute, I know you -- bad attitude, walks with a stick... are you on that show House?" and "You're so mean that on Myspace, even Tom won't be your friend!")
Tomorrow we spend about 9 hours traveling back home. That's at least 3 hours too many, but thanks to a useless stopover in Philadelphia, from which, Mom points out, we can practically walk home, it will be an all-day extravaganza.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 AM | shower me with attention
Going back in time, Mom and I went to Toontown to spin on the Roger Rabbit ride, which I hadn't seen since I was a kid.
Toontown is scary as fuck; I'd forgotten how much cartoons of the era that it is meant to evoke frighten the hell out of me; everything was surreal and Fleischer-esque and Roger Rabbit's Toontown Spin From Hell is the very scariest ride there is at Disneyland; nightmarish, can't-sleep-clown'll-eat-me fun.
I don't remember being nearly this frightened the first time I rode this, at the tender age of 15. Maybe one really has to have one's blood chemistry completely altered by antidepressants to find Toontown as frightening and depressing as I do, but there you have it. A little-known side effect of Effexor: Toons will fuck you up.
Why aren't children more frightened by things like fish floating in tanks of gasoline?
Saw some amusing things in the Emporium: one, Chip and Dale in their gay wedding tuxedos, married at last. (They must've gone to Massachusetts.)
Also, remind me to go on a rant later about the Bratz-ification of the Disney princesses. I know I have way more to say about Disney princesses than adult, heterosexual women without offspring should, but come on.
Anyhow.
Also rode the Matterhorn; I've been having dreams about riding the Matterhorn, and reality was exactly like them, so I guess I hadn't forgotten it as much as I'd thought.
We did, in fact, manage to hit almost everything Disneyland has that our "home base" doesn't, so I'm satisfied.
Today we slept in, had a family blowout, and then I rolled into Tomorrowland to catch up on my Space Mountain. There's some sort of bizarre Red Hot Chili Peppers overlay that is both incredibly cheesy and oddly exhilarating. I was pleased. Waiting on the line, I did some sudoku, and scribbled this on the back page:
Dryblog 1/15/07 1:40 PM Line to Sp Mt.
I am cursed - they just announced a 10-minute delay due to technical difficulties as I wait in line for Space Mountain.
Rides that have broken as I've waited/and or ridden on them this trip:
Toad
Matterhorn
Space Mountain
Monorail
What up? Am I cursed? Too bad it didn't stop while I was on it - that would trump a Toad evacuation any day!
Later on, we headed back to California Adventure and watched the Aladdin show. Stage shows in theme parks are dumb. This one was fairly impressive - dumb, but in a big, Broadway-style theatre, with life-sized elephant puppets and up-to-date references. (Genie to Jafar: "Wait a minute, I know you -- bad attitude, walks with a stick... are you on that show House?" and "You're so mean that on Myspace, even Tom won't be your friend!")
Tomorrow we spend about 9 hours traveling back home. That's at least 3 hours too many, but thanks to a useless stopover in Philadelphia, from which, Mom points out, we can practically walk home, it will be an all-day extravaganza.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The greatest thing happened: Dad and I were on my beloved, long-missed "Mr Toad's Wild Ride" - that wonderful, old darkhouse-style Fantasyland ride that was displaced in "my" Magic Kingdom by the Winnie the Pooh ride-- Dad and I were riding through, and the cars stopped. This is not unusual; usually it means someone in a wheelchair is boarding. Not this time, though. This time, they immediately told us that a cast member would be helping us shortly. Soon a girl came through with a flashlight and unlocked us from our motorcars; a line of amused-looking people were trooping behind her.
Thus followed our Evacuation from Toad Hall! I got pictures. This is a Disney Geek's dream come true, to have to climb over buggies and squeeze past cut-outs in a well-lit darkhouse ride area; to step, squinting, into the daylight after experiencing a long-beloved ride in a way few guests get to. The whole experience lasted all of five minutes, but it was, by far, the biggest part of my day.
Awe-freaking-some.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:40 PM | shower me with attention
Thus followed our Evacuation from Toad Hall! I got pictures. This is a Disney Geek's dream come true, to have to climb over buggies and squeeze past cut-outs in a well-lit darkhouse ride area; to step, squinting, into the daylight after experiencing a long-beloved ride in a way few guests get to. The whole experience lasted all of five minutes, but it was, by far, the biggest part of my day.
Awe-freaking-some.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:40 PM | shower me with attention
Dryblog
Traveling with my parents:
Dad gets up to let Mom out of the middle seat to use the lav. When she returns to her seat, he takes her hand and says affectionately, "Mrs. Frodo."
"There was no Mrs. Frodo," Mom corrects him, picking up her book, "Sam was taken."
---
Brrrrrr! Cold snap! It's 68 degrees in Washington DC and 29 degrees in Los Angeles! I bought Mom a fleece jacket with a little Bambi and Thumper embroidered on it. She's a cutie.
We rode Soarin' twice (to make up for missing it last time I was in Epcot.) California Adventure is cute; it's a little like MGM and a little like Animal Kingdom and a little like the Boardwalk and something completely different, as well.
We're staying at the Disney's Grand California Hotel, which is a lot like Wilderness Lodge at WDW-- it's sort of Wilderness Lodge West, but with a lot more Mission-style decor. It's good to stay at a lodge-y place in cold weather.
I said I wasn't interested in lamps this time, but I've already taken about fifty pictures of lamps. Dammit. I'm an obsessive person.
I paid tribute to Flik at the Bugland place, or whatever it's called, and I watched the Whoopi Goldberg Experience (it's really called "Golden Dreams" or something, about the history of California, and it was oddly depressing.) I saw Colin Mochrie (!) and Rosie O'Donnell in a show about sourdough bread. A show about sourdough bread, that is correct. Mom and I froze our asses off at the top of that big Ferris Wheel and gave the operator such a pleading, teeth-chattering look that she let us out early.
Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. My snobbish superiority complex has disappeared; I squealed like a puppy when I saw the castle and can scarcely wait until morning, when we go to Disneyland proper.
We went to Sephora in Downtown Disney, since I hadn't packed any toiletries and the hotel shop was limited, and the woman who rung me up told me I have perfect skin. (Tavie flashes a toothy grin at this point.)
We're all very sleepy people. Dad isn't being too bad but if he steps out of line once more (by which I mean raises his voice in public), I will not ride the Snow White ride with him.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:54 AM | shower me with attention
Traveling with my parents:
Dad gets up to let Mom out of the middle seat to use the lav. When she returns to her seat, he takes her hand and says affectionately, "Mrs. Frodo."
"There was no Mrs. Frodo," Mom corrects him, picking up her book, "Sam was taken."
---
Brrrrrr! Cold snap! It's 68 degrees in Washington DC and 29 degrees in Los Angeles! I bought Mom a fleece jacket with a little Bambi and Thumper embroidered on it. She's a cutie.
We rode Soarin' twice (to make up for missing it last time I was in Epcot.) California Adventure is cute; it's a little like MGM and a little like Animal Kingdom and a little like the Boardwalk and something completely different, as well.
We're staying at the Disney's Grand California Hotel, which is a lot like Wilderness Lodge at WDW-- it's sort of Wilderness Lodge West, but with a lot more Mission-style decor. It's good to stay at a lodge-y place in cold weather.
I said I wasn't interested in lamps this time, but I've already taken about fifty pictures of lamps. Dammit. I'm an obsessive person.
I paid tribute to Flik at the Bugland place, or whatever it's called, and I watched the Whoopi Goldberg Experience (it's really called "Golden Dreams" or something, about the history of California, and it was oddly depressing.) I saw Colin Mochrie (!) and Rosie O'Donnell in a show about sourdough bread. A show about sourdough bread, that is correct. Mom and I froze our asses off at the top of that big Ferris Wheel and gave the operator such a pleading, teeth-chattering look that she let us out early.
Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. My snobbish superiority complex has disappeared; I squealed like a puppy when I saw the castle and can scarcely wait until morning, when we go to Disneyland proper.
We went to Sephora in Downtown Disney, since I hadn't packed any toiletries and the hotel shop was limited, and the woman who rung me up told me I have perfect skin. (Tavie flashes a toothy grin at this point.)
We're all very sleepy people. Dad isn't being too bad but if he steps out of line once more (by which I mean raises his voice in public), I will not ride the Snow White ride with him.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:54 AM | shower me with attention
