Disney on Christmas: What the Hell Were We Thinking???

It's a classic combination: the happiest day of the year, spent at the happiest place on earth, costing us the most money ever spent in one day. Just to make matters more interesting, I threw my back out two days earlier, 99 was starting to get sick, and my dad had bad knees. It was so crowded, that at one point I lifted my feet off the ground and was magically whisked from Tomorrowland to FireCodeViolationLand. Actual footage follows:

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It is like an anti-commercial for Dizney Wurld. Both kinds: Disturbing and depressing. Nice work.
 
How do you say Crrraaaaaaaaazy?
 
You think that's a crowd? Hell, that's no crowd: In a few shots, the people were spaced far enough apart that I could actually see pavement. You young whippersnappers don't understand what a *real* crowd looks like. In my day, you could go for *miles* in a crowd and not see anything when you looked down but people's ugly feet, or cruddy stroller wheels. Or both. Now *those* were *crowds.*
 
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Minnie Mouse: Cute or Slutty?


Sometime last year, some cast members at Disneyland in Paris let their plushie ways creep out in front of a camera. You just can't keep a good mouse down.

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Pluto Just Can't Take It Anymore

A few years ago, 99 and I were forced, through family obligation, to go to Disney World in Orlando for a day. I personally, have always hated the concept of there being a "Happiest place on Earth". I mean, even if it were possible to figure out what is the happiest place on Earth, do you really think it's possible to manufacture it out of plastic, sponsorships and focus-group generated cartoon characters? The idea that you can shell out over $60 and be promised that "YOU WILL BE HAPPY" seems completely psychotic. In fact, this promise creates a very high expectation and tends to make unhappy feelings erupt from every orifice. To wit: when we were sitting at a cafe on Main Street, eating a cone of the happiest ice cream on Earth, we saw a nice family walking down the street, one of thousands, except that the husband was punching his wife in the head and yelling at her. Freakin' amazing. I don't think she was happy.

So, we now begin a new series entitled Disney Gone Wild. Here's chapter one:

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