Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Disneyland 2011

Earlier this year.... like... months ago... I went to Disneyland with my dad, my brother, and my brother-in-law. I'm only writing about it now because I officially suck at blogging and I'm playing super catch up. :)

I'll start with this picture - the obligatory "stand-in-front-of-the-Disneyland-entrance-and-smile-because-you-can-still-feel-your-feet" picture. I'd like to mention that the guy that took this picture had an incredible camera, so when I put my lowly camera in his hands, I felt assured that he knew what the he was doing. Ya know, probably had experience taking nice pictures and such. But NO! Not only does the composition suck (yes, THANK YOU for including the ethnically ambiguous smiling guy in our picture!) we are also entirely out of focus! DAMN YOU POSER PHOTOGRAPHER! DAMN YOU!!!!

Ahem.. anyway...

I took this picture because I like the way they remodeled Space Mountain, which we rode on at least three times. LOVE that ride.

This is the single greatest thrill ride I've ever been on. Nothing (and yes, I've been on some crazy intense rides) matches the first time I rode this.

I still have a secret desire to one day unleash myself in the middle of the swing ride and fly free - partaking in the miracle of human flight for but a few blissful moments - before splashing delicately, like a swan, into the waters below.

I last saw this show when I was nine. Yeah... freaking NINE!!! I remember thinking it was the coolest thing ever. Now, not so much. It's lame. Really gay. And freaking weird.

Love this picture of the ferris wheel at dusk...

This is the World of Color show, which is, in person, about 2000 times better than this picture. You must see this if you visit the park. Bring a poncho. :)

The ferris wheel again... so colorful!


Monday, August 22, 2011

Do I Still Get My Millions?

The following took place between approximately 2:00 to 8:00 am this morning:

I found myself standing alone on a dark road painted in deep browns, reds and greys. The sky was black except for a stroke of soft blue on the horizon where the sun would be rising in a few hours. There was no breeze. Everything sat perfectly still. Ahead of me was a desk and sitting behind it was Mark Zuckerberg. I had serious business with the man, so I walked over and took a seat.

He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk, then said, with a face as expressionless as the landscape around us. "You think you're entitled to some of this money?"

I nodded. "Yeah, well... the idea for the facebook was partially mine." My voice was calm, but filled with strength.

"Everyone says that."

I knew it was true. Everyone wanted a piece of the fortune that had been made on the facebook and claimed that they were entitled to part of the proceeds. To Mark Zuckerberg I was only another flea, biting at his wrists, leaching off his successes. In my eyes, though, I wanted what was fair, and I knew I had an excellent case.

"I want fifty million."

"No way." His answer came even before I had finished saying "million." "I can't do that." He paused for a moment and looked up into the blackness above us. "If I give you that much money, I'll have to give everyone that much. It wouldn't work" He looked back down at me and grabbed a pen from his ledger. "You're right, though. I do owe you something..." And with that he began writing on a piece of paper.

I could barely believe what I was hearing, but masked my excitement by putting on a face as serious as his.

Mark handed a piece of paper to me "Here. It's a check for twenty million. I won't give a penny more."

(To be Continued)