If you look carefully, you'll find that these are the views you will be reminded of among your last days on earth. Properly cursed ye be, says I. Old age in hospice care beats too young to die under a truck hands-down, in golf and poker alike. Sun go down, reappear next dawn, Og impressed.—Og
At first Og no mind to the sun. To be sure, day hunt beat night hunt vigorously on neck and eyes with blunt branch first year green tree. Night hunt like broken arm pebble fishing. Og very awed and impressed with gods clockwork sky. Og awed and amazed, sits still just long enough to ponder the sky. He considers carefully the grace of the gods to bring back Sol, god of light, each and every morning.
Now Og upset when sun god is late, earth grow cold. Og no longer impressed, now expectant, and will get all up in god's grill without stepping off when it's late. Ah, the folly of Og.
As I was, after having taped a very interesting Parade of Dreams, which didn't stop for the show until the end float, Mickey and the fab 5 in Sleeping Beauty's Castle float, was in front of the Opera House. There may have been some professional video taping occurring. As the parade ended, I set the three cameras into time lapse, one in wide field and two as a stereo pair in telephoto down Main Street. So, when I got bored of watching dusk overtake Main Street Square, I sauntered around Coke Corner. Lo and Behold! 'Tis Johnny and Stan working up to a four hand ragtime performance! Shazam, three cameras in action, Wizard on the spot. (I'm a walking production studio. Not on purpose, it just worked out that way.) Later Johnny stomped his song so long and strong that my camera went Ka-BONG! The face close up camera walked itself right off of the end of the piano hinge. I will spare you the trauma of seeing the tape loaded into THAT camera. That of watching a camera worth a grand go permanently static. Eech... Anyhoo, you hoo, we all boo hoo. 'Ceptin' meself, I done Wailed. Security cleared their trouble ticket, three cameras, weird with a beard in a bowler at Coke Corner. When the kindly gentleman approached I knew it was more than to wish me a magical Disney day. 'Cause it was nighttime. So here's the big messy show. (or order a la carte below.)
Johnny plinks out some sassy sophisticated improvisations on a Joplin Clasic! O.K. so he missed a few notes. There is real talent here, which is unusual because if REAL TALENT bit Disney Resort Casting in the rear end, not only could they not recognize it, but they would have it detained and questioned if not arrested. "Why do you have three cameras?" he got right to the point. "Um... " I pondered "I don't know. It's not like I publish them or anything. I go home and watch them, sometimes my nephew likes to watch them too. He has autism and crowd situations overwhelm him." Still thinking about it I volunteered "Oh, and I gave a copy to him." indicating Mr. Long, who appears next. I wanted to than him for allowing my peace of mind with his exceedingly fine security presence. Instead he was busy with something more important and marched away with his partner, leaving me feeling less secure.
Starting with Baby Face and I Want a Girl Just Like The Girl That Married Dear Old Dad Then proceeds to boogie out fabulously. It's a bumpin' with a beatin'. Which sure bears repeatin'. Johnny Boogies! so well that you can put your blues astride.
Make light your soul, as yonder children break. Who wouldn't be happy, and who could stay angry, at the sound of this tune? Was it not Steve Martin in his "Wild and Crazy" tour doth spake "Who could stay mad listening to a banjo?"
I think he plays it in E#major so most of the notes are the black ones that stick out so he can hit them (mostly) when he's drunk. 7/24/2007 tripod keyboard closeup
An Unfulfilled request by Wiz. "Oh, you don't want that!" How dare he tell me what I want or how I feel or even who I am. That's not empathy, that's presumptuousness to his own agenda.
Extra sour notes, missing notes, lack of meter within half bar inventions. Hey buddy, it's O.K. to slow down and get it right. "You know that one? You don't know that one!" There he goes presuming again. Apparently neither does he. 7/24/2007 tripod keyboard closeup
It's like the sounds coming from mid 1930's Chicago. It's the roots of the blues kind of sound that influenced Rock and Roll to make it what it is today. My statements intentionally confuse it with the Five Stages of Grief - Elisabeth Kübler-Ross' model of path to acceptance of imminent death in her book "On Death and Dying."
Denial: The initial stage: "It can't be happening."
Anger: "Why ME? It's not fair!" (either referring to God, oneself, or anybody perceived, rightly or wrongly, as "responsible")
Bargaining: "Just let me live to see my child(ren) graduate."
Depression: "I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"
Starting with the end, the City of Los Angeles presents a welcome back plaque and reverses from there. Fog rolls out, camera trucks recede, kids run backwards...
Tony Baxter leans out of the forward open hatch of the Nautilus to talk to a scuba diving imagineer during scene testing. Monorail purple glides overhead.
Flesh gashed, that side buoyant in the sky, floating on the side of it's former shell. Right here in River City. Fish, antidisestablishmentarianismisticaly. It remains under the surface, therefore submarine.
She had a stroller. At least it was me sitting nearby. I wanted to distract them but decided not to reward their bawling. Anyone else would have complained. But for this busy mother, two was too much. A very merry unstressfull to you, TO YOU! Quick! find something to cloroform that kid. Oh good, you come prepared!
for the Meandering Mouse.I see rivers o' green,Plastic trees made of dreams.The riverboat Mark Twain, 's waiting, for you and me.And I say to myself, the Meanderin' Mouse. This was supposed to be only an audio clip. So don't pay any attention to the screen behind the curtain.
"Red lined bills for blackened quills." I quip as she longingly glazes through the gass. Then I think about it. "Why, she wanted to, of course!" "She must have been in love." Love Triangle: I postulate plausible probability personally, perhaps it's a pleasure pyramid. The raven eats chicken for lunch. Chuckles the Chicken didn't say any thing. She wasn't very good. Small rubbery meal that she was. So then I asked "If you toss a bucket of KFC into a chicken coop, are there then cannibal chickens?" "Yes." she replied. Giggles the Chicken then promptly snapped her big beak shut. Stupid, naive chicken.
and Jesus said "O.K., now close your eyes... close your eyes..." Thank you Matt and Trey, found in housewares at the Emporium and for their visit with me at One Colorado, in front of Victoria's Secret on their way to the Emmies. Whereupon I called them "So... we got a couple of housewares. Welcome Matt!"
A ravens clutch is much more than a collection of clutter. A writing desk is likewise more than a collection of pigeon-holes.Now she is the writing desk. Empty and dust-free, ready to use, the writing desk feels ready to task. Chock-full of knicker snacks, and Hoodoo-dads, empty envelopes, and so full she is unable to close, the writing desk weeps like the willow she's made from. The writing desk holds not the Ikea catalog in desire to return to life, that fate is sealed. True to the contrary, she desires to be unencumbered of the shackles of balls and chains represented by overburdened tote of trash. Such that a raven could no sooner change its ways, that of pack-rat-isim, a writing desk could never enjoy broken shelves from stuffing past limit. Simple clean and elegant, a model for more like her to be made is her inherent desire. And so I, as the raven, must now gaze from afar at my true love, knowing she loves me dearly, loves to watch me dance, delights in the trinket cache of my clutch at the root of the willow as we wave in the wind, wild and woeful to her, through the window. And this I grant her, for it is her desire, and therefore my duty as dedicated by her love.Right, now, with that out of the way... Here is our response to our proposal of marriage - Alice, Hat & friend. "Not only that but you are an UN-WINNER!" so sayeth the hat.
Why would they stealthaly move an aircraft out of LosAl to Edwards under the cover of clouds at the farthest from meriddian or terminator keyholes just to pass by a HUGE CONCENTRATION OF READY CAMERAS?! He should have gone instrument and threaded the clouds. This HUGE peek is provided by the tiny minds of the U.S.Military in action. When I tried to complain to a congressman, he said "Quite right! You're bloody well right. You know you've got a right to say." "Write your problems down in detail, and take 'em to a higher place." "Well, you know war depends on the money." "In the meantime, hush your face."
This one didn't get away, he slammed into the back edge of a Jer-Dan flatbed tow truck. Kinda ended his day, it did. Right under the helicopter. More arrive. Every channel news chopper went airborne for this one.
Goodie, goody, I located, analyzed and memorized the secret treasure map. Now I'll go where the map dictates, and hang around for a while. To see what we will see...
Tony Baxter leans out of the forward open hatch of the Nautilus to talk to a scuba diving Imagineer during scene testing. Monorail purple glides overhead.
Lane 3 is unfilled. Some celebrity is boarding under escort at about quarter to eight bells. I think I found Rick Dees or Robin Williams, they both remind me of Paul McCartney.
Eww, I found nemo. Flesh gashed, that side buoyant in the sky, floating on the side of it's former shell. Right here in River City. Antidisestablishmentarianismisticaly Fish. It remains under the surface, therefore submarine.
White hats accuse me of video taping a particular family. I tell them I would rather not get anyone's face in the shot. Have you ever met a security guard that wasn't insecure?
plays Tomorrowland Terrace on 8/9/2007. David Mychael Hasselhoff, the anti-christ, wants to re-live his pre Baywatch days. So he got himself a rental truck that talks, filled it with band stuff, and set off to detect some talent in the quirky but lovable talking rental truck that he named the band after. Being unable to make the cut for county fairs he now plays traveling carnivals and topped his musical career at Disneyland. The crime: Undetectable talent.
This is eclectic esoterica. It is o.k. if you don't get it. I had never before read the poem, you witness a frigidly a cold reading. I wasn't expecting so many names of classical composers, where I stumbled. The real point of this was one big joke - reading a famous poem about the great cosmic question "Is There Life After Tower Sunset?" on the corner of Sunset Boulevard and Horn, in front of the Sunset Tower Records in it's final death throes of discounts. It turned out to be not very funny, in four sections. Poignant though it is, The question does not remain unanswered. The answer IS both yes and no.
Sick and Goiter is the brick and mortar. Price is king, good musical advice from a music store clerk seems less valuable than online transaction efficiency. Folks will still purchase music, just not Sunday, Sunday, Sunday where Rock and Roll and classical COLLIDE! If you still don't get it, just think of it as an arts piece, and know that deep down in my heart, neither do I.
I recorded this today (Mardi Gras) 2-20-07. I just thought folks would like to get a taste of some of the music at Disneyland on Mardi Gras (by Dancing Budda.)
On the last day we visited Disneyland, we stopped to listen to some of the great entertainment available. This is a great recording of a singing group in New Orleans Square. I particularly like the Mickey Mouse Club anthem at the end.
Multiball Grand Champion by the Wizard of Pinball on Disneyland's 'Indiana Jones Pinball Adventure'. The ball got stuck and I had to tilt off a huge amount of bonus & multiplier, but I had plenty of extra balls and still made Grand Champion at 889,531,000! Later in the afternoon I would beat this score. I won 7 games. What am I going to do with them? Sell them? At Disneyland? Yeah Right!
Queenie & Royal Street Bachelors at Disneyland's French Market Play favorite with the Wiz - Singing and dancing. Queenie & Royal Street Bachelors at Disneyland's French Market Play favorite with the Wiz - Singing and dancing. Hard Hearted Hannah. One can tell that she is unaccustomed to the show by her delivery responding to the question "Are all of your boyfriends rich?" "No, some of them are in the poorhouse..." and here is where she falters - she fails to inflect that SHE was the cause of their demise in her line "now!" 7/24/2007
At the French Marketplace in Disneyland's New Orleans Square on 7/24/07. Robbie-sax, Terry-guitar, Jeffery-bass play Mardi Gras Mambo & Down by the Riverside. Queenie struggles to remember her lines and makes a bad audience pick, ME!
Sea Shanties sung in front of a shack. Pirates Lair entertainment on Disneyland's Tom Sawyers Island. Nail my foot to the floor and make me sing small world. Pirates never cry. 7/24/2007 PirateShow.3
Sea Shanties sung in front of a shack. Pirates Lair entertainment on Disneyland's Tom Sawyers Island. I think I zoomed in too tight after the show started. 7/24/2007 PirateShow.5
Sea Shanties sung in front of a shack. Pirates Lair entertainment on Disneyland's Tom Sawyers Island. I think I zoomed in too tight after the show started. 7/24/2007 PirateShow.6 tripod
A big crowd comes in to the Emporium, so I back up as far as I can to get out of their way, trying to be considerate. Then they surround me and some bitch throws her hand up in my face and says "maybe over there." When her hand clips my nose, my camera bag knocks some stainless steel coffee mugs off of their display shelf. I have no room to move, or bend over, and these assholes decide to stare and glare at me like 'I' did something wrong! Inconsiderate Assholes.
Toy Story Midway Madness:Toy Story Midway Mania June 17, 2008 at five minutes to five in the golden afternoon.
— Disney's California Adventure.
— Opening day.
YouTube: Opening day of Disney/PIXAR TOY STORY MIDWAY MANIA! Disneyland.
Come ride, with Jason, my companion, commanding a carousel of Jasons in which the forward facing Jason contains spirit of Steve Martin, who attended in spirit. You know how Indiana Jones has three tracks?
If you said "not really" then you will be absolutely amazed at how little real-estate four tracks split out and recombine for elevated gate throughput ? a real "people eater". But don't worry, you are a toy! People eaters are far too big and you simply slip through the cracks. At the beginning, and featured in the video, are switches of curved track offering power on both sides of it, mounted on a turntable to quickly rotate a complex combination of track services AB or CD, which bothe get two practice screens of pie toss, then a similar switch splits the A and B track just like the C and D switches nearby. I find this Way More amazing than that of Indiana Jones? Adventure ? They have built a Tardis, It is truly bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. See proof of this and more ? Join Jason and I on a 'hare' raising journey through a ringed, egged, dart, pie, baseball tossed landscape of cardboard cut-ups that talk back. http://www.youtube.com/v/UFXs1Wdoyn
The Wizard of Indiana Jones
