As mentioned in the last thread, I spent the past week in Disney World, and we had an excellent time. Sentimentality surely a power to be reckoned with, I'd probably give the Magic Kingdom the nod for bestest out of the four Disney parks. Gets trickier from there. As Disney at large is mostly dry, Epcot might have to nab the #2 slot if only because it's an absolute blast-to-get-blasted in the World Showcase and roam from Japan to Mexico and need to piss at both countries. Going to give MGM the #3 spot, because it's small but with a high concentration of great rides and attractions, and probably the best overall vibe at nighttime. Very surprisingly, Animal Kingdom ranks last. Doesn't mean I didn't like it, just that it ranks last. It's a lot of work to have fun in Disney, but it seemed to take the most work at Animal Kingdom.
Also, I mentioned that we were going to stay at two hotels. We started at the Polynesian, which immediately became one of my favorite hotels ever. Wonderfully dated but meticulously cared for, the hotel is practically a relic and its bars sold "Wasabi Mary" cocktails that made me giddy. We ended at the Grand Floridian, which is ridiculously expensive and in retrospect a waste of money, as I hated the hotel and kept thinking I was going to spot two little twin girls chopped up as I grudgingly traded in my Polynesian paradise for strolls down mock Victorian halls that made me feel all embarrassed to think it was up my alley. I mean, I'd just left a group of folks who managed to start every conversation with "ALOHA!" without ever once seeming not into it, and then here was the big fancy place, filled with snotnose goaty people. But that's an overall minor gripe: Disney f'n rocked.
I took a zillion pictures. I mean it, a zillion. And I've spent some of today looking them over, trying to figure how to assemble the best moments into an article. Think it's going to have to be some kind of "Top Things" list, because if I try to go from Minute One To Minute Infinity, you won't be reading about it until the park closes in 2078.
While I figure that out, here's a shorter article that I started before the trip. Another batch of commercials, but really special ones that advertised specific products, with either the products featured or the way the products were featured being too absurd and fascinating to keep to myself. Read about it here, and download the commercials while you're there.
I'm cracking my knuckles like a real man. I think I need another week off, this time just to atrophy.
Been a busy month and going to be a busy week, but things'll pick back up soon enough. Meantime, SNT. General theme: Talk about your upcoming vacations or plans for summer. Because that's a lot of fun. To talk about, I mean.
Someone from work brought me back a gift from E3 – a blinking Pac-Man superball. It’s like I died and went to heaven and God told me I could make any wish I wanted so long as it was small and on the cheap. I love this ball, and if I ever lose a testicle, it will fill the gap.
Was going to wait till late Sunday to put this up, but it's already done, so yeah. I've had this review sitting on the bench waiting to be written for months, and it was starting to get mad at me. Here's a review of Go To The Head Of The Class, my most favorite-ever episode from the late, great Amazing Stories television series. Starring Christopher Lloyd as a psychotic school teacher who loses his head over two of his students, I was permanently affected after just one viewing on a 1986 Sunday night.
Yes yes YES! I don't know why I assumed this considering the fact that they're two distinct pushes from two distinct studios, but I figured that the X3 hype would've been subdued in the wake of all the Superman hype. I couldn't be happier to report that 7-Eleven is proving me wrong with new X-Men Slurpees! Yeeeeeeahhhhsh!
The Slurpee in of itself defines Americana with each drop of red, but when 7-Eleven teams up with a movie studio, God damn, I get flashbacks to Hulk Hogan saving Randy Savage from the Honky Tonk Man. We've seen examples of this phenomena on the site before, when Shrek 2 captured hearts with its Shrek's Sierra Mist Slurpee, and when Revenge of the Sith forged everlasting bonds with its Darth Dew Slurpee. Either I'm easily amused, or turning Slurpees into a cultural event is easier than people think.
Every time a cool new Slurpee comes out, I go take pictures at the same 7-Eleven store near the Woodbridge Mall in Jersey. They're so onto me, and all I can do to make the fuss worth their while is buy twice as many Corn Nuts than anyone really needs. They're never quite sure how to field me. They know they don't want me taking pictures of their Slurpee machine, but they're not really sure why they don't want me taking pictures of their Slurpee machine. Unable to voice their hate, they just stand around counting sheep and looking pissy. It's sort of uncomfortable for me, but everybody hurts sometimes. I put aside my tendency to flee to fight for my right to salute Slurpees. Onward, upward. [more]
I threw Group 017 up on the Cereal Prize Project, and I mean that more figuratively than I'd prefer, but it's been a dizzy week and I know you'll forgive me. I've got a special blog entry coming tomorrow, but calling it "special" will only overstate its innate specialness, so let's just say I'll be back with more tomorrow (or, as they case may be, later today) and leave it at that.
In other news, over the last week and a half or so, I've had the most annoyingly consistent neck/back cramp/thing ever. Like clockwork, around the time I'm supposed to go to bed (now-ish), my neck and back start feeling as if I've ever done anything in my entire life physically exerting enough to cause neck and back pain. I worked hard at atrophy; this really sucks. What's worse is that it always strikes at bedtime, like there's some demon controlling the happy balance of my body who waits until it's finally time for me to relax and be comfortable to lash out with a HOLY FUCK WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY NECK, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW BAD MY NECK HURTS, every single night. I'd visit the doctor, but that would go against my family's longstanding theory that things like this "just go away on their own eventually," and who am I to rebel against generations of Opiophobia? Besides, I've always been into those old Doan's commercials and I've finally found justification to down half a bottle of their pills. When I do, my back better start pulse-glowing red and orange to illustrate what the pills are doing, or I'm getting my money back.
Sunday, May 28th, 2006
Posted by Matt @ 11:01 pm [Link] [154 Comments]
Was going to wait till late Sunday to put this up, but it's already done, so yeah. I've had this review sitting on the bench waiting to be written for months, and it was starting to get mad at me. Here's a review of 
