This is why being an imagineer is the greatest possible job on earth.
From the 8:00 minute mark til the end is really the part that astounds me.
This show is completely done by projection, no exterior lighting other than the projection, and each brick of the castle was mapped to design the video and project onto the castle. The photos in the show are selected daily, from the photos that Disney takes throughout the day of guests (yes, voluntarily)
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
...Let the Libyan Lies Begin...
This will be short and sweet, but John Kerry going on record saying that Gadaffi isn't the target, and that the Humanitarian aspect is the reason we are charging into Libya, is really an insult to anyone who has a brain and can think their way out of a wet paper bag.
The reason that Humanitarian action is needed is because of Gadaffi, so there are 2 choices here.
We are either trying to stop a deluge with a roll of paper towels, instead of clamping up the leak. Or we are flat out lying, and going after Gadaffi is our motive, and we won't stop until we see him hang on the internet like we did with Hussein. Thank God Hussein is dead, given our leaders still can't go into Iraq without complete military coverage, 5 years later.
Hopefully if we get Gadaffi soon we'll all be able to take that Libyan vacation we've been dying to take in 2017.
Watch the news for 5 seconds and the list of propaganda statements being made to get the public on the side of this listless mission is so apparent and so putrid. They are throwing out the T word - yup, we're now afraid of Libyan terrorism. What a friggen coincidence? The same exact week we decide to go in, and try to save every last civilian in Libya, we realize that we may be in trouble with Libyan terrorists.
The only logical thing I can think of is that we have a flux capacitor we shouldn't have:
(won't let me embed):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDS81Ibazdk
The reason that Humanitarian action is needed is because of Gadaffi, so there are 2 choices here.
We are either trying to stop a deluge with a roll of paper towels, instead of clamping up the leak. Or we are flat out lying, and going after Gadaffi is our motive, and we won't stop until we see him hang on the internet like we did with Hussein. Thank God Hussein is dead, given our leaders still can't go into Iraq without complete military coverage, 5 years later.
Hopefully if we get Gadaffi soon we'll all be able to take that Libyan vacation we've been dying to take in 2017.
Watch the news for 5 seconds and the list of propaganda statements being made to get the public on the side of this listless mission is so apparent and so putrid. They are throwing out the T word - yup, we're now afraid of Libyan terrorism. What a friggen coincidence? The same exact week we decide to go in, and try to save every last civilian in Libya, we realize that we may be in trouble with Libyan terrorists.
The only logical thing I can think of is that we have a flux capacitor we shouldn't have:
(won't let me embed):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDS81Ibazdk
Saturday, March 19, 2011
...meeting strangers...
I am not good at talking to strangers - I can handle myself in an airport with a ticket counter person, or at a hotel when someone wants to take my credit card and have me be on my way - but having real conversation with a stranger always immediately leads me to a place where I am counting off the ways in which my brain doesn't work like theirs, and how their approach isn't the same as mine, and before I know it I've created a checklist of reasons why I'm different than this person, and I'm counting the seconds until the interaction is over.
On late Thursday night, Alison and I were in line to catch a boat from a dinner show we saw to visit the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World, and I veered out of the long line to check out a map of where we were, and essentially kill time in what would be a long, long wait.
As I was 15 feet away, I heard Alison talking to a stranger, and my first reaction was, "uh oh, this is a long long line..." I was immediately thinking that it'd be hard to escape the conversation when it took the turn it always seems to take, and I walked back over in the middle of the chat and braced myself - after all at least had something in common - we had both just seen the same dinner show.
The conversation completely blew me away - it was an older couple, the male being 65 or so and the female likely 10 or so years younger - both Disney fanatics (she more than he), both eager to kill the time with a good conversation. This newly married couple from Anoka, MN (The Self-Proclaimed Halloween Capitol of the World) were gracious enough to bless us with their familial charm for the next hour while we waited for the boat.
We exchanged phone numbers and emails, promised if we were ever in each other's towns we'd call each other up, and one thing in particular struck me. The invitation to come over and meet up for "supper" was such a unique and homey way to talk - the use of that word, "supper", struck such a chord in me. Not many people use that word, and I don't know if a stranger has ever offered me over for it before, and both Alison and I felt immediate warmth from these strangers, it was a really great chance coincidence.
I have no clue if I'll ever see them again - they are Disney Vacation Club members as Alison and I are, and given the frequency we both find ourselves in Disney World, there is a chance we'll meet up with them again - I've already sent a "nice to have met you" email and I'm already waiting for the reply. I hope we find ourselves together for supper at some point in the future, missing out on that opportunity would really be a waste of what was a fantastic hour of our lives.
On late Thursday night, Alison and I were in line to catch a boat from a dinner show we saw to visit the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World, and I veered out of the long line to check out a map of where we were, and essentially kill time in what would be a long, long wait.
As I was 15 feet away, I heard Alison talking to a stranger, and my first reaction was, "uh oh, this is a long long line..." I was immediately thinking that it'd be hard to escape the conversation when it took the turn it always seems to take, and I walked back over in the middle of the chat and braced myself - after all at least had something in common - we had both just seen the same dinner show.
The conversation completely blew me away - it was an older couple, the male being 65 or so and the female likely 10 or so years younger - both Disney fanatics (she more than he), both eager to kill the time with a good conversation. This newly married couple from Anoka, MN (The Self-Proclaimed Halloween Capitol of the World) were gracious enough to bless us with their familial charm for the next hour while we waited for the boat.
We exchanged phone numbers and emails, promised if we were ever in each other's towns we'd call each other up, and one thing in particular struck me. The invitation to come over and meet up for "supper" was such a unique and homey way to talk - the use of that word, "supper", struck such a chord in me. Not many people use that word, and I don't know if a stranger has ever offered me over for it before, and both Alison and I felt immediate warmth from these strangers, it was a really great chance coincidence.
I have no clue if I'll ever see them again - they are Disney Vacation Club members as Alison and I are, and given the frequency we both find ourselves in Disney World, there is a chance we'll meet up with them again - I've already sent a "nice to have met you" email and I'm already waiting for the reply. I hope we find ourselves together for supper at some point in the future, missing out on that opportunity would really be a waste of what was a fantastic hour of our lives.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
...Gasoline...
Before you say a word about gas prices - as you pump your car full of gas - please realize that you are in control of what price that gas costs.
You can blame a president, you can blame perpetual crisis in the middle east. You can blame Qadafi and Hussein and Mubarak and Libya and Pakistan and Afghanistan and Al Queda and Bush and Bush 2 and Mike Huckabee...but the real blame is us.
Me, you, everyone who drives a stupid car that uses stupid gasoline. "But I have to get to work" is a symptom, it isn't the justification. Listen, you bought into this game of nonsense, and I did too, and we all did. I cannot believe gas is as cheap as it is - and I'm not saying that as compared to Europe or anywhere else, I'm saying as compared to a basic reality.
We know that companies like to make money, and actually owe money to the people who make them companies. We know oil companies sell a product to us, and we also know that if we purchase that product in the same volume whether it is at X price or X+Y price, then they are being irresponsible to their shareholders if they don't add the Y, and possibly throw in a Z while they're at it.
Instead of looking into the camera of your local news while pumping your stupid car full of stupid gas, think for a second about the level of control you have.
Yes, I own a gas guzzling SUV, and i own a not gas guzzling compact car. The reason I have both types of vehicles is so I can be responsible when gas prices skyrocket, and purchase less gasoline, therefore showing the sellers and manufacturers that yes, price does matter to me.
If you hate the price of gas, stop paying for gas. If you have to pay for gas, pay for less of it. Ask your friends to do the same. If they choose not to, then Gas companies win, you lose, and it was a fair fight.
I'm boarding an airplane now, that is 100% full of other people who have decided to complain about gas while whizzing through the air on a giant gas guzzling machine that puts dolla billz into the pockets of the companies they say they despise.
You can blame a president, you can blame perpetual crisis in the middle east. You can blame Qadafi and Hussein and Mubarak and Libya and Pakistan and Afghanistan and Al Queda and Bush and Bush 2 and Mike Huckabee...but the real blame is us.
Me, you, everyone who drives a stupid car that uses stupid gasoline. "But I have to get to work" is a symptom, it isn't the justification. Listen, you bought into this game of nonsense, and I did too, and we all did. I cannot believe gas is as cheap as it is - and I'm not saying that as compared to Europe or anywhere else, I'm saying as compared to a basic reality.
We know that companies like to make money, and actually owe money to the people who make them companies. We know oil companies sell a product to us, and we also know that if we purchase that product in the same volume whether it is at X price or X+Y price, then they are being irresponsible to their shareholders if they don't add the Y, and possibly throw in a Z while they're at it.
Instead of looking into the camera of your local news while pumping your stupid car full of stupid gas, think for a second about the level of control you have.
Yes, I own a gas guzzling SUV, and i own a not gas guzzling compact car. The reason I have both types of vehicles is so I can be responsible when gas prices skyrocket, and purchase less gasoline, therefore showing the sellers and manufacturers that yes, price does matter to me.
If you hate the price of gas, stop paying for gas. If you have to pay for gas, pay for less of it. Ask your friends to do the same. If they choose not to, then Gas companies win, you lose, and it was a fair fight.
I'm boarding an airplane now, that is 100% full of other people who have decided to complain about gas while whizzing through the air on a giant gas guzzling machine that puts dolla billz into the pockets of the companies they say they despise.
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