Opening time: 8 a.m.
Weather: Mostly sunny, warm
Crowds: Yep...still summer.
If you've never heard of it, Overheard Everywhere is a newer offshoot of Overheard in New York, a humor blog documenting overheard dialogue (most of it funny) in the city that never sleeps. Overheard Everywhere has conversational snippets from just about everywhere on Earth.
Naturally, I just had to submit a couple of the funnier things I've overheard at Disneyland over the past couple of years. Yesterday (probably while I was at Disneyland) they posted one such example. Don't waste time digging through the archives - you can read it here:
http://www.overheardeverywhere.com/archives/001034.html
Disneyland is already promoting HalloweenTime, which is starting on the autumnal equinox this year. Damn. I loved HalloweenTime and all the bright orange decor from last year, but October used to be my top-secret ideal time to go to Disneyland and now it's going to be packed all month. Oh well, you can't win 'em all.
They say that sometimes you just need to go someplace where everyone knows your name. I don't drink (booze = bloating, no thanks!), so Disneyland is apparently turning into one of those places for yours truly (this is true for more than a few passholders out there). Several cast members address me by name, and a couple automatically direct me to a seating row without the usual "How many are in your group?" They know I almost always go alone. Hardcore party animals may scoff at this, since it's not as "cool" as cutting the line for the hottest club in town because you know the bouncer, but I don't care what they think and I got clubbing out of my system in college anyway. Frankly, it's not that great - watered-down drinks, steep covers, smoke wafting in from the patio, creepsters trying to pick you up, sweating, too-loud music, and who knows how much filth the darkness is hiding. Give me reasonably-well-scrubbed, friendly, sober-enough Disneyland any day.
A thought popped into my head on the Jungle Cruise: Why not re-release The Jungle Book in theaters (it's a classic) and add Mowgli, Baloo, and Bagheera animatronics? There's already a Bengal tiger and a very long snake...OK, I'll stop now.
On my way home, I made a detour to Art Supply Warehouse (needed a new sketch pad) and discovered a book in the animation-art section titled "The Art of Ratatouille." I haven't seen the book for sale anywhere in the resort, so once I scrounge up $35, I'm probably going to go back to buy it.
See you at Disneyland.
Weather: Mostly sunny, warm
Crowds: Yep...still summer.
If you've never heard of it, Overheard Everywhere is a newer offshoot of Overheard in New York, a humor blog documenting overheard dialogue (most of it funny) in the city that never sleeps. Overheard Everywhere has conversational snippets from just about everywhere on Earth.
Naturally, I just had to submit a couple of the funnier things I've overheard at Disneyland over the past couple of years. Yesterday (probably while I was at Disneyland) they posted one such example. Don't waste time digging through the archives - you can read it here:
http://www.overheardeverywhere.com/archives/001034.html
Disneyland is already promoting HalloweenTime, which is starting on the autumnal equinox this year. Damn. I loved HalloweenTime and all the bright orange decor from last year, but October used to be my top-secret ideal time to go to Disneyland and now it's going to be packed all month. Oh well, you can't win 'em all.
They say that sometimes you just need to go someplace where everyone knows your name. I don't drink (booze = bloating, no thanks!), so Disneyland is apparently turning into one of those places for yours truly (this is true for more than a few passholders out there). Several cast members address me by name, and a couple automatically direct me to a seating row without the usual "How many are in your group?" They know I almost always go alone. Hardcore party animals may scoff at this, since it's not as "cool" as cutting the line for the hottest club in town because you know the bouncer, but I don't care what they think and I got clubbing out of my system in college anyway. Frankly, it's not that great - watered-down drinks, steep covers, smoke wafting in from the patio, creepsters trying to pick you up, sweating, too-loud music, and who knows how much filth the darkness is hiding. Give me reasonably-well-scrubbed, friendly, sober-enough Disneyland any day.
A thought popped into my head on the Jungle Cruise: Why not re-release The Jungle Book in theaters (it's a classic) and add Mowgli, Baloo, and Bagheera animatronics? There's already a Bengal tiger and a very long snake...OK, I'll stop now.
On my way home, I made a detour to Art Supply Warehouse (needed a new sketch pad) and discovered a book in the animation-art section titled "The Art of Ratatouille." I haven't seen the book for sale anywhere in the resort, so once I scrounge up $35, I'm probably going to go back to buy it.
See you at Disneyland.
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