“I wish you were tall enough to fart on you…”
No Room At the Kitschy Inn
In August of 2011, SharkBoy and I are going on a religious jihad. We will don our specially blessed yarmulkes with big plastic ears attached and crawl on our knees to the front doors of DISNEYLAND! Specifically, we’re making our visit to the D23 Expo – the official Disney Fan Club get together.
After purchasing our Expo tickets, we started to look into hotels. If you’ve never been to the park in Anaheim, it’s a bit of a trip down Kitschy Lane. When the park opened, Disney himself said that he wished he had bought up all the land around the park because there were some really dodgy hotels/motels opening up around the property. He thought these eyesores were cheapening the experience.
Now, we’ve been to The Land before, on a two day whirlwind trip, and I recall that there seemed to be a ton of weird hotels outside the park – the most memorable was the Alpine Inn, with its fake snow and icicles in balmy California. Unfortunately there ain’t no room at the Inn (it’s on the same “block” as The Land – convenient!) so we started to look at other hotels.
When we look at hotels, we usually cross reference them through Google Earth, the hotel website itself and TripAdvisor. I can hear you cringe from here. Taking in advice from some stranger off the internet is like asking Jeffrey Dhamler over for dinner. But if you’re careful you can read between the lines.
Note this fine example for the Tropicana Hotel, directly across from the Land’s entrance:
Took my family for a trip to Disneyland so that we could heal from family problems. Looking forward to being in our “happy” place. Spent 8 days at this hotel and had nothing but problems the whole time we were there. It started on the day we checked in and just went downhill from there.
“Family problems”? Sounds like they were projecting Mom and Dad’s utter hate for each other onto the hotel.
Or this poor lady’s violation within her sheets at the Anaheim Camelot (yes it looks like a castle):
Long Black hairs on all the sheets and blankets- gross ! Since I am fussy about bedding, I had my own and just put my own on the beds. Then I left a note telling the housekeeping not to change bedding. They didn’t speak English, tossed out the note and put my bedding on the floor to put theirs back on. You could not pay me to stay there again !
Wait… she brings her own bedding with her? That sounds a tad bit anal to me. I’m surprised she didn’t complain about the birds chirping outside her window in the morning.
And staying on the Castle theme: one from The Castle Inn:
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5. hair dryer did not work – shower curtain and tub looked like a crime scene
6. a room on our floor caught on fire at 4am and the hotel staff did not evacuate guests despite smoke and flames coming from the rooms bathroom. They were more worried about having to give a refund than the guests safety.
7. Night front desk clerk looked and acted like he had a hangover.
8. it is a longer walk from Disneyland than you think. especially at 11pm.
9. the pool is freezing and is the size of a goldfish bowl.
10. dark, scary hotel with people smoking outside that look like meth heads.
Okay so there were flames shooting out from under a bathroom door in a room not occupied by our psychic reviewer. Check. And the night clerk looked tired. Check. And smokers look like Meth Heads. Check check check!
I think we’re going to get a tent and hang out under one of the underpasses.
I Just Turned Straight
Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II
Imagine my surprise when I got Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II for Xmas! Yay!
Imagine my delight as I started to hack my way through Stormtroopers, excited with the knowledge that somewhere in the game I would be kicking Ewoks on Endor! Cool!
Imagine my anger as the game ended under less than 6 hours. And with no violent visit to Endor! WhatFuckWhat?!?
The story is a veritable banquet for Star Wars aficionados, and a bit too convenient for mild fans. Plot points in ST:TFUII make the transition between Star Wars Episode III and IV much smoother: (SPOILER ALERT) we are told (via the included encyclopedia extra, not by game play) why Stormtroopers aren’t clonetroopers and why they’re such bad shots as well as other little gems. There’s enough here to keep a SW geek happy, but not raving. I’ve always wondered what happened to Kamino – why didn’t they just keep making clones for the Emperor? Partial answers are provided. In the end we’re left wide open for part 3 with a nice nod to Empire Strikes Back and The Silence of the Lambs. “Oh and Starkiller? Nice suit…”
Visually the game doesn’t disappoint. The character design has been ramped up since the first game and they move a little better than Wii puppets this time around. Starkiller has a few more facial expressions other than “golly gee grumpy” and in some cut scenes, and there are a lot, you might even feel for him. The only odd moment was the weird voice actor choice for Princess Leia: way too suburban mall Barbie.
As you play, literally everything has some sort of physics attached to it, making destroying things all the more fun with a wave of blue Force bluey burst thing, but they could have pulled back on the visuals and maybe added more to the game play in the way of more varied locations or more interesting sprites to kill.
Oh the game play…
As I said I finished the game in under 6 hours. I’m not one to look for prizes. With “hack and slash” games, I’m cool with the occasional powerup find or mystical lightsabre gem discovery, but SW:TFUII seemed like to rely on treasure hunting a bit too much. To me, it shouldn’t be central to the gaming experience because then you’re stuck at the whim of the game designer’s possible hap-hazard easter egg hunt. Give me something more organic.
The short game play is probably due to a cash-grab trend where they’ll be releasing more downloadable content off various platform’s online shops (this is where you actually get to kick Ewoks into the distant trees, not from the main game disk), hence squeezing $10 more out of you per game pack. I wouldn’t take offense to that, but the game itself is marked as a full “experience” game at $55. Also, if these DLCs contain story parts that make the inevitable ST:TFUIII impossible to comprehend, then fuck ’em. I won’t pay, I won’t play.
In all, I’d recommend it to people who like Star Wars, who loved the first game and who don’t mind paying a little more for a lot less.
Perspectivy!
On our drive home from Vermont, I forced SharkBoy to listen to the Nerdist podcast with Billy West. One of my favorite moments (and there are many, I’d kill to have an hour long coffee/chin wag with Mr West) is when Mr West reveals that he’s is not a person on an even keel in the most delightful way. He talks about perspective and perception:
I would screw with my perception – I would take a hand mirror and put it underneath my eye and walk, and look at things on the ceiling.
If creativity is your foundation of your career, I suggest you listen to it. Even though they talk a lot about stand up comedy* Billy West does offer up insight into where creativity comes from and how to channel it.
Speaking of perspective, Gizmodo had this video up on their site a while back. I frigging love it. Weeee!!!
* Why isn’t the podcast called “Stand up Comedy Podcast”? Barely any kind of Nerd-ism there
Shop Til You Plop
Yesterday SharkBoy and I hit the streets at 7:30am to get to the sales. It’s illegal to be open on Boxing Day in Ontario… wait… is this still true? Or is it Canada? Or is it just Toronto?
See I just don’t know anymore.
Regardless of the law, we were downtown and elbow deep with other shoppers way before breakfast was served. At the mega DVD store HMV, SharkBoy was convinced that there were deals to be had. Last time we were in town for BX Day two years back, we snagged a few great PS3 games for $13. This year, not so much. HMV had a “Buy 3, get one Free” deal that was staggeringly un-Boxing Day of them. I remember when Sams and the other record shops would be jammed to the tits with Boxing Day sales. Now audio/video media seems to be regulated to the privacy of your own home.
All that reminiscing didn’t stop me from shucking out $60 on god awful movies. I decided that I wanted super cheesey movies for the flight down to Disney so I scooped up some Roger Corman two disk DVDs and managed to buy the exact same DVD set twice. I guess I was engulfed with the fevered sale madness. SharkBoy picked up the BluRay box set of Alien for $100 (cheap, no chestburster plastic case) and 4 hours later we saw it at Costco for 50% less. I’m warning you HMV… you are now on my shit list.
We then went to Marks Work Warehouse for Stormtrooper gloves ($16) and stuck our heads into BestBuy. Stuck our heads into a bees nest of stupid busy. We promptly left screaming, but not before noticing that they had a couple DVDs cheaper than HMV. Grrrr.
I grabbed a pair of jeans at Old Navy for $20 without trying them on. This morning I went to put them on for work and discovered that they’re lined with a thin flannel. Now, normally I would have screamed like I just saw a spider… lined jeans!!! but with wind chill at -21C right now, I think I got a bargoon. But note to self – check the damn things before handing over the cash.
The GAP was just… I can’t even… We walked in to what looked like some post-terrorists suicide bombing attack – shards of clothing everywhere. People screaming. Lost puppies crying. And this was 9am.
We wandered a bit more then went to the 1045am showing of True Grit. Likable. Not the Cohen’s best work, but certainly a very good remake of a solid story. Which had me wondering why they tried to update the original, but since I couldn’t remember much of the original, I just shook my head. It was a good cowboy movie with a great cast, just wish it was an original story, I guess.
As I mentioned before, we then went to Costco. Even though it was busy, it wasn’t crazy-as-fuck busy. Since we didn’t know when we’d have a car again we filled up on toilet paper, paper towels and meat. I love Costco meat. I’m a sad fucker.
Later, I tried my foot massager while playing Star Wars: The Force Unleashed II while eating bon bons from a swanky Vermont chocolate factory. Yeah. The holidays were good.
Christmas Present
Are you full from your turkey, or ham, or roasted butternut squash? Whatever you’ve tucked into after a day of gorging yourself on prezzies?
More importantly, are you happy with what you got?
I’m happy with what I got. And I don’t mean presents, I mean with the family I’ve inherited.
Over the last 7+ years, every time we travel to Vermont or Quebec to celebrate Xmas, I’m constantly blown away at the pure hospitality offered to me. Even when I would wake up in a strange bed in my Mother In Law’s home, where neither one of us could communicate well to each other, beyond hand signals and grade 9 level of vocab, I always felt like I was welcome.
This year I was on emotional pins and needles. Though my father and I rarely ever celebrated Xmas in the last decade (he was pretty much “wintering” out of the country or down in Niagara Falls staying with his best friend) this was the first time I didn’t send him a card or get him a gag dollar store gift or even just call him on the phone. For weeks beforehand I was wondering how I was going to cope with this glaring emptiness during the season. To say I was uncomfortable was a bit of an understatement: would I burst into tears from a comment or a shard of a memory?
Here’s where I share some love: I commend my Sis-in-law for her ability to keep me “occupied”. Not that I was distracted like a baby with car keys in front of my face the entire time at her house. No. But before Da’s passing, she created a new base of traditions, like little excursions to local spots of interest around her home, or gift giving stylizations that are heart warming and comforting (read: home made gifts). She had created traditions that when Da left us, had me prepared to sail through Xmas without much distress. It wasn’t 100% fool-proof: I did manage to have a nightmare where I had to relive my father’s death all over again, so the thoughts were there, but this particular Xmas felt…right. Things were in place to make the holiday still feel good. The sleigh ride through the VT country side, on Xmas eve was certainly a highlight. It was surreally like a Currier and Ives painting.
I love my new family.
Okay with that gooey stuff out of the way, let’s get to the consumerist, greedy list of cool things I got:
- You all know that I got SharkBoy and I a couple of Stormtrooper outfits. One traditional trooper for him, and one for me, so we wouldn’t be fighting over who was wearing what on such and such holiday. Happy Life Day!
- I got super mouse pad and table place settings with a couple images from my Flickr account. Syl knew my favorite pics somehow and printed them up
- And speaking of made, Syl made me a couple of pillowcases with UFOs on them. Rocks!
- In the “Way too Generous” category, we both got $50 worth of DisneyWorld credits each. Kitchen Sinks for all!
- Subcategory: “Holy shit, stop it!” comes from both mothers, in-law or otherwise, $150US cash each.
- Endless candy.
- A massive stocking full of fun gifties, like kitchen utensils, bath soaps and fun housewares.
- A herky jerky robot
- A remote controlled robot
- Epic Mickey and Star Wars Unleashed II – the next two months until the vacation will zip by!
- and a watery foot massager. With “Smart heat” and “Toe switch on and off” Heaven!!
Here are a couple pics. I hope your holiday was fun and fantastic and family.
Xmas Past
With all the expectation and excitement of a kid from 2 to 14, I loved Xmas. I loved hauling the plastic tree and decorations out of the attic. Each year we would speculate on if this was the year the box would disintegrate and magically return to the earth in a ball of dust. Our tree had a system of colour coded branches that were inserted into corresponding slots on a dark green pole. The first suggestion that I was colour blind was borne here, as I was trying to put 16″ plastic branches somewhere near the top of the tree because the “green” dots says so.
The Nativity scene at the base of the tree would fascinate me to no end. We had a little wooden manger with thin ceramic figurines covered in glitter and glued on straw. What I fixated on was the hole behind the baby Jesus. Why was Jesus hollow? I would make little morality plays with those figurines, loosely based on Space 1999 episodes I had seen that week.
“Oh Space Commander Joseph! The Alien Baby Jezus is here to obliterate the Moonbase!”
Our parents would have epic dinner parties too. Mom, with her Italian upbringing, would start cooking 3 weeks in advance. The centre piece would make the dining room table, which could seat 8, sag in the middle. The best was sneaking peeks into the dining room through the kitchen swing door or sitting on the front stairs, listening (and not understanding) the racey conversation. It’s where I learned words like “Bastard” and “Dick”. When I used them in the school yard I was sure to add the “Polite laughter” after saying each curse.
The actual Xmas day event would be very early in the morning. We’d tear into the gifts as mom and dad nursed their coffees. By 7 am we would be done with the gift frenzy, and we’d start the Great Family Cram into the 4-door station wagon for the 5 hour trip to Toronto. 5 days where we’d ping pong back and forth between two grandparents, where the teens of the family would want to venture into the creepy downtown of Toronto for the boxing day sales. Where the younger kids would scream and run through the house, sharing curse words newly learned. Where adults sneered at each other and their brood. But the car ride I remember the most: if you want an idea of what 5 kids on a 5 hour road trip is like, replay National Lampoon’s Vacation 6 times with only two stops to pee the whole time. I have no clue how my parents did this and not divorce sooner. The things they did for us, for family.
Return to the World, Part 5
Resorts! There are so many in and around Walt Disney World! And I’m here to tell you exactly which one to stay in.
Wait, what? Well actually I’ve only stayed in one. The same one for both trips.
Okay I’m not an expert, I admit it, I can’t say which one is better that the other. Nor can I offer cross category reviews based on room types. But I will tell you why it’s better to stay “on property” than in a cheap motel off the I4.
Remember when I said that Disney is shockingly expensive? It’s no lie. A decent room in one of Disney’s value resorts, in off peak times will still cost you somewhere in the vicinity of $1500CA for two, for a week. If you want to stay in one of the “Big 5”, namely the resorts that have been around the longest? Expect somewhere around $4000CA/week.
So the draw to stay off property and drive in can seem like a deal. However there are a few perks that trade off that cheaper cost in terms of convenience, vacation experiences and time.
Transportation: Other than the ultra-cool monorail, or water taxis from some resorts, Disney has an extensive free bus system for resort guests that criss-cross all the parks. While you may have to wait a few minutes for a particular bus or it might stop at one or two other stops before your destination, they’re pretty frequent and reliable. One thing though, you may want to either leave whatever park you may be visiting a few minutes before the last firework goes off, or gird your loins with extra patience because at the end of the night, buses can get a bit busy. All front desk concierges can offer schedules and routes.
While we’re on it, buses from the airport to your Disney resort are free. If you’re American and travelling on a participating airline, you don’t even have to wait for your luggage off the carousel. Disney tags it and bags it and has it at your room after a couple hours after you check in (make sure your carry on luggage is packed with what you’ll need for that time without your bags). I’ve never used it but I hear it’s a really high energy party on the coach from the airport to your hotel – everyone excited and bouncing off the walls. As opposed to depressed when the buses take you back to the airport at the end of your stay.
Got a car? Consider doing a little of both – driving and public transportation. While parking for resort guests is free at all resorts AND parks, it can get pretty congested mid-day and end of night. That being said, I strongly suggest driving if you’re going to close a park (see video link above). The roads and signage are pretty self explanatory but you need a navigator to read the signs. We got lost a few times looking at weenies that peeked up out over park boundaries.
Time in the Parks: Speaking of which, resort guests may get early entrance or later hours in the parks – they’re called Extra Magic Hours. Depending on the weekday or the park, you can get bonus extra fun time! You really do notice the difference when the park opens to the general public, so it’s nice to get in there and get some extra photos, or an early ride or rack up your FastPass on one of your favorite rides, before the place fills up.
Charging to Your Room. I don’t know if this is a plus or a danger but your room key is a muti-purpose tool. It gets you into your room (der!!), into the parks and their charge account. You can buy anything in the World and have it shipped back to your room free of charge, so you’re not hanging onto a Jafar Snow Globe while on Space Mountain. Yeah, shopping can be dangerous, especially if you like tchotchkes.
That’s pretty much the whole monetary reason why to stay on property. There is also the emotional. If you’re on property you’re going to be treated like a god. Okay… you hear horror stories of bad service and things that go wrong, even at Disney, but they really do excel in customer service. If you do come across one grumpy cast member (and you will, don’t be fooled) I can guarantee that you will encounter 6 others who are having an honest-to-Walt magical day. At a chain hotel outside The World, it’s a crap shoot. It’s your gamble.
Voice, So Over
“Play Album Tangled”
“Play yeeng Album Rudebox…”
Press. Hold.
“Play. Album. Tangled”
“Play yeeng Album Sugar Tax…”
Press. Hold.
“PLAY. ALBUM. TANG-GELED”
“Play yeeng Album BluePowderMilk…”
Grrrrr
Press. Hold.
“PLAY! ALBUM! TANGLED!!!”
“Play yeeng Album I, Robot…”
Okay… different tactic.
Press. Hold.
“Play. Album. SOUNDTRACK DISNEY TANGLED”
“Play yeeng Album Soundtrack Kill Bill Voleone…”
Press. Hold.
Ad infinitum.