Thursday, February 7, 2008

How NOT to Make Friends on Space Mountain

What You'll Need:

a buddy
a digital camera
a tolerance for being hated

What You'll Do:

  1. Visit the Magic Kingdom on an evening when the park is open until midnight or later. Christmas time is always a good bet.
  2. Make Space Mountain your last ride of the day by getting in line right before the park closes. You'll find another couple thousand people have the same idea.
  3. Wait patiently with this weary, irritable throng. Try not to draw anymore attention to yourself than necessary.
  4. Stand in front of your buddy in line.
  5. Quietly draw your camera. Turn around as if you are going to grab your buddy's picture.
  6. Accidentally aim the camera at the crowd BEHIND your buddy.
  7. Press the button and make the camera go FLASH!

Standby for Saturday's post to see What You'll Get

Beached Mermaids



Dateline Disneyland: 1965-1967. Young "maidens" were recruited to perform as mermaids in Disneyland's Submarine Lagoon.

Today, this kind of display would generate an intense range of emotions, from fundamentalist furor to guys folding up singles longways and standing at the railing with a bleary-eyed smile.

Can't say things were all that different forty years ago. One story has it that the mermaids were flushed down the drain after one-too-many male guests could not resist the sirens' song and lept into the lagoon. (The less-idyllic account suggests that the intense amount of chlorine used in the water dried out these poor fish-girls. Ewwww.)

Still, standing here in 2008, there's something very innocent and playful about the whole affair. And sexy, too.

Walt, you were a genius!

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Panda: Beware the Ides of March

During one of my many, brief midlife crises (this one had something to do with turning 30) I decided that I should make a visit to Tokyo. Alone. There were plenty of events at work that conspired to make this happen. I was newly-single, I had been in heat to see the Tokyo Disney Resort, and the recent terrorist unpleasantness had driven travel prices down to bargain-basement levels. With this much going in my favor, how could I say no?

Of course, I don't speak, or read, or really even get Japanese. I like sushi, love it when everyone is shorter than me, and can tolerate Hello Kitty. So that worked. Plus, there's this perverted delight I get when I'm wandering around lost in a place that is just dripping with new things to see and hear. And smell, sometimes taste. Never touch. Never.

There are many stories from that visit and a subsequent trip with my old buddy Neil. But from all of that, this is my favorite picture. It was right above the turnstiles at Ueno Park Zoo in Tokyo:




Clearly, even to an idiot American like me, it was pretty obvious that there was not going to be any Panda inside. Though, at first I thought maybe just the Panda's body was gone and that his head was on display, frozen in this freakish look of surprise.

I was struck most by the English copy...there's a delicious sense that you are reading this sign at the intersection of No-Time, like you're hanging out with the Ghost of Christmas Yet-To-Be. Has the Panda been absent since March, or is that when he's returning? Or, perhaps, this is a warning, a veiled threat that March will be the time when something bad will happen to the Panda if you don't behave, if you don't pass the school levy or donate to the March of Dimes or something. What if this was some kind of message from the CIA or Osama bin Laden, or the mob? Does the Panda sleep with the fishes?

Whatever its true meaning, the sign was worth a chuckle. I was a stranger in a strange land walking into a strange zoo, snickering in a strange language.

Language differences aside, there is no mistaking the international language of yellow and black safety tape. The idiot I am, I clicked my way through the turnstile and ended up bashing my head on this sign.

I wonder if the Japanese translation is something like "Stupid American Head Knocker"

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Knockin' on Heaven's Door




Yes, I'm that dad who drags his kids out of bed at the crack of chicken just to wait for Disneyland to open its gates. Sweet anticipation!

Manager's Meeting @ 9:30



Snausage Party