My Dream Job
Via BoingBoing, via FreeInfoSociety, comes the Disney Monorail Operator guide.
My lunch hour is not occupied.
Upgrade, or Be Deleted
New cardio machines at my gym! A new bank of treadmills and elliptical machines, sweat free and working properly. Our membership dollars at work.
In terms of Wow Factor, I'd say they're about a 4 out of 10. Nothing new really, same screen, keypads. Better inner workings, though, noticeable like going from an iPhone 4 to 4S. Their resistance gave new life into my calves and ass. Bring it on, long walks in DisneyWorld!
As I was huffing along, Mr Breaky McBreaker got on the machine beside me. I know this guy has snapped a couple cup holders on the old-style machines due to his inability to understand that putting all your upper body weight on the keypad and resting your arms across the top of the machine will NOT help you lose weight or do anything positive for his back. No, he's actually broken a couple machines that way.
The new machines befuddled him. He asked me: "How... What are these things for?"
He was referring to the two very LARGE toggles at the bottom of the keypad. Both looking like light switches neither in the ON or OFF position, with arrows pointing up and down.
"One is for increasing or decreasing the height of your step and the other for speed... resistance," I offer.
Instantly he starts running at a million miles per hour like a captain off a cruise ship.
He fiddles with the buttons and looks back towards me, face like a question mark.
"How do you make it work?"
I show him on mine, toggling the resistance and height up and down as demonstration. He keeps at the impossible breakneck speed and gets into his slouchy position, both arms lazily across the top of the touch panel.
"Better not rest there, they're only held on there by a couple screws!" I suggest. Not much of a lie but I'm more pissed that he thinks going so fast and hunching over almost at a 90 degree angle is anyway a good work out. I want the machine to snap and watch him take a tumble but then again, they are new machines and my money went into them.
"I don't like it."
"Upgrade or die," I say, misquoting from Dr Who.
Anatomy of a Vacation
Or... Refusing to Give The Fat Man Any More Attention
Okay so in the last week I've written nothing. I'm no going to force anything or apologize so you'll just get this:
That's right. We're headed back next week to enter the bubble. We've been scrambling here at Dead Robot Heavy Industries to get ourselves prepared.
Last week the final cheque from Da's estate came in and with it sitting in my hands I made a vow that I would not spend it on rent or food or any other items that we may use ordinarily - ESPECIALLY with a strike looming. Even more so, in fact. I truly don't want any of Rob Fucking Ford's machinations to affect or effect me. He'll not get this money. No, a semi-evil corporation in Florida will.
So off to the internet! I spent days scouring for the best/cheapest time to travel and finally found that the last two weeks in January are extremely cheap for rooms/flights. After Feb 7th, prices jump up into that somewhat uncomfortable area. Finding a deal on WestJet Vacations (no this isn't a paid post... I wish it was though! Hi WestJet Vacations SEO bot! Hi!) I had very little time to convince SharkBoy that we wanted ...no... NEEDED to go back to Walt Disney World before this deal disappeared into the ether.
I knew that getting him into Vacation Mode would be difficult, simply because he was in Stress Mode due to Rob Fucking Ford. I had to move delicately. I start by small short emails to his work - three lines of text, like a carefully crafted Haiku:
Pop Century: Jan 24 to 31
Room, flight and park tickets: $1705
Car Rental: $80
Understandably he responds with strike news. But he asks about prices for Gay Days in May. The price I find for that weekend are painful. He tells me not to torture myself and stop looking.
I don't give up easily and I keep it up. A few days later, while watching TV, I hand over my iPad with the booking on WestJet Vacations (Hi! How you like me now, WJV??) in it's final stages. $1705 all in. Taxes too. He growls. Later, I hear the printer going in the office and he comes into the bedroom and tosses freshly printed booking inquiry sheets. The price at the bottom is $2350.
"See? You're wrong. Expensive."
"Oh bitch, it's on," I think and take him step by step into my plan:
- We leave on the night of the 24th, so we're only spending 4 vacation days and a weekend. Magic!
- Since we only have 6 full days in the park we can skimp and only do base tickets. As you know, we're pretty hard core. We know which park is open early/late and know exactly which one to hit for each day, with one extra day for repeats and the last day back at Magic Kingdom (a tradition).
- Ditto on the food plan - they'd charge us for our "flying days", one of which gets to WDW at 11pm, so PASS, thank you very much.
- Rental8 dot com has some pretty cheap cars if you don't mind slightly less polished service or cars.
I show him my iPad again after all this. I can see in his eyes I almost have him. I hit him with the a fore mentioned reasoning of "This money will not go towards the strike!" And the walls start to crumble. I say that we are exactly right in between our last vacation and our upcoming December vacation (give or take a month) so the timing is utterly right. He sits and starts looking into Extra Magic Hours (resort guests get in early or stay later at the parks) and certain dining reservations. I know we're truly going when he maps out what day equals what park (Updated from the comments...):
- Wednesday: Animal Kingdom
- Thursday: Hollywood Studios
- Friday: EPCOT
- Saturday: Magic Kingdom
- Sunday: Hollywood Studios (This may get replaced with a day by the pool and Magic Kingdom late. It's on the fly)
- Monday: Magic Kingdom for our hats
Before he changes his mind I pull down our change boxes and show him that we have already enough coin to be rolled for the cost of the rental car.
In the end, we booked it and are rarin' to go. "Pull up 2, 5 and 7!" as they say at Test Track!
Admittedly I am feeling a twang of guilt for not saving the money, but I never wanted it in the first place - I'd rather not have it sitting around making me feel bad for not spending/saving it. I think this is right and I'm excited.
And so is SharkBoy - I just got this email:
Me: on our duplicate park days, I'm only bringing my small camera - compact and ready for action, not my Big Betty.
SharkBoy: Well, you be NoCameraBetty if you want, I'm not going to miss an opportunity, I'll carry my big betté and you'll be all blee blee blee bloo bloo bloo blee blee blee and I'll be all click click click ooooo aaaaaaa click click click ooooo aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaa click ooooo click aaaaaaa
Lego Falcon
My husband got me an awesome Xmas gift this year: the Lego Millennium Falcon. 1264 pieces of sheer patience.
Actually I found it quite relaxing to sit down after work, after dinner, and do a couple pages of construction per night. I wish it could have lasted longer.
Here are a few pics to show you my progress. Feel free to caption or ridicule openly.
MapleCon
It's true what they say about kids being coddled these days.
When I was 16 my parents let me and an 18 year old friend of mine, travel to Ottawa on our own to attend MapleCon, my first science fiction/comic book convention. I had saved up my share of the hotel room and somehow convinced my mom to put a deposit down on said hotel room. I guess I was a trustworthy kid back then.
If I were to be 16 today and ask my parents that, I wonder if I would be allowed to go. I doubt it.
Ah MapleCon... You never forget your first 'Con. Ottawa and surrounding area's only gathering of nerds. I can still remember the poster of Captain Canuck advancing out of frame in your grey and white tights. Here's a MapleCon 5 program as example of how cut and paste and typed everything was back then before computers. I can't tell you how fantastic it was (is!) to discover that there were (are!) thousands of other dorks like you out in the world when you walk through the door of any con. Dorks that will stay up all night just to sit through a VHS showing of Dark Star or A Boy and his Dog with a room full of other dorks.
I didn't have a ton of spending money so my convention floor purchase had to be just right. I think I scoured the entire room twice for the right thing to bring home when suddenly I found it: a 1979 12" Alien doll (action figure!) with glow in the dark skull through green plastic cowling. And snapping jaws!
We didn't act like wild, untamed beasts while away. Somehow I knew that if my parents got wind of bad behaviour I'd not have this opportunity again. Also, I was too stupid to do stupid things. We didn't drink or trash our hotel room or do anything illegal. Our biggest crime was staying up all night at the Con hotel, playing Dungeons and Dragons. I remember on the way back to the hotel, in front of a huge line of people waiting for a bus, my friend went into a demonic southern preacher style rant and pretended to "heal" my soul by slapping my forehead so hard that I fell to my knees - much to the amusement of the bus crowd.
Don't worry. I got him back. Years later when I lived in England, he visited me in London. While showing him the town we were waiting on the back platform of a double decker bus and I somehow managed to tell him that we were at the stop and he could just jump off. Even though we were still probably travelling at a rate greater than a brisk walk. The result was his feet flying out from under him and his body doing a perfect roll/crumple in front of a busy shop. Ha!
Anyway, the point of this story is that I was the darling child of my parents because I didn't trash the hotel room or get drunk or do drugs (the opportunity certainly was presented) and that kids today are trustworthy, you just have to trust that you've taught them well and trust them.
Friday Fun Link O Rama
Okay I had to read 4 different articles to grok this but... it seems scientists have punched a hole into time to cloak things. I bet the producers of Terra Nova are busy re-writing their show.
Yes I know it's way past Xmas but I want one of these.
Via BoingBoing via SuperPunch via... this made me larf without needing to read any caption:
"Too old for this, I am." - This (plus the coloured burgers from Burger King) is making me really NOT want to see Star Wars Episode I in the theatre. But the one consolation is that they rift on the "I hope you like PAIN" youtube video, and SharkBoy will find it amusing...
Battlestar Galactica on my Gameboy Advance
Sad to see the seen-from-space Hidden Mickey (scroll down...) over at Hollywood Studios destroyed? No worries! There's one at Animal Kingdom!
So it looks like SharkBoy will be out on the picket lines in 2-3 weeks AND it might be a long one since both parties are stubborn, immovable forces. If any of you wish to help with our rent, my PayPal account is deadrobot at rocketmail com le dot. The last time this happened (right after a big Disney vacation - owch) I was equally mad at the unions and the city. Now I'm furious with just the city, for obvious reasons.
And in Disney planning news: I'm trying to convince SharkBoy that we should stay at this "gay-as-Liberace" hotel in Celebration.
Torchwood Burns Spiderman
John Barrowman doing what he does best. Make things gay. And not in a derogatory gay way.
Year in Review!
Everyone is doing it! I will do it! You will read! You will be barely enriched! Read now!
One favorite post from each month:
January
I post my own text version of "It's Gets Better", purely because my voice sounds weird to me.
Feburary
Even though I recap our Disney cruise and parks visit, I think my three stories for BigGayCloset.com "coming out stories" were more interesting. Here's my story of coming out to my Dad
March
Okay so I do talk about our Disney trip. Here I relate a magical gay moment with Josh and Sean at the Liberty Tree Diner.
April
I'm tasked by Nice To See Stevie B to try the Blog 64 Topics challenge. I don't make it. But I do manage to like #6: A happy picture.
May
Probably the best surprise gift I've ever accomplished. SharkBoy gets a trip to Disney World and finds out the day we leave. I'll probably never have kids and this was the next best thing to it. I will never forget his face that morning. Honourable mention
June
While away, postbear usually watches over our two feline treasures, which we're eternally grateful for. When we get home, the apartment usually has some... new decorations... that take us a few weeks to find. He tells us we still haven't found them all.
July
I start my AIDS Walk Stormtrooper fundrasing. In the end I made $2500 and wound up with blisters on my feet. I'd do it again in a second.
August
I mark the one year anniversary of my father's passing, but I liked this day better.
Honourable mention: I also recount our trip to Disneyland/California with more pictures.
September
Fuzzbelly sends on prints of SharkBoy and I in our troop suits in honour of my AIDS Walk fundraising. I go all verklempt. He really is a great man!
October
Steve Jobs passes. I gush just a bit.
November
I notice that I'm writing less. Maybe 2 times a week. Is blogging dead? Or am I frustrated that this sort of shit can happen without me knowing?
December
I hate this ad. It's gone, thankfully. But I like how I wrote about it.
There you have it. The last year in 12 links!
I hope the next year brings you happiness and bla and poo flinging monkeys with fezzes.
Disecting Prometheus
The trailer for Prometheus dropped when I left for Xmas and I think I've played it...oh 1000 times so far. I just want to mention a couple things because I am sure you can go to any nerd site and read the vast comments about this 2 min piece of geek-gasm.
Okay so here's my take...
Trailer:
It's pretty much unspoken but utterly "duh!" that this movie is either a prequel to, or lives within the Alien movie universe, despite what Ridley Scott refuses to say or admit in interviews.
Here are my nerd boner moments:
- Trailer starts with slow reveal of title! Alien!!
- Big Giger-like face - from the original Alien designs
- Misty room full of jars? Eggs? HOMMAGE!
- Acid melting helmet. Hommage!
- Space Jockey head??
- Big helmets but they're more 50s pulp Sci Fi than Moebius' Samurai design - Cool!
- Space Jockey in da HOUSE!
- Ship design very similar to the Derelict Ship in Alien...
- Not a real boner moment but it makes me laugh: "Run to the left! Not straight away!"
So I gotta ask:
Rough Seas
On the downside, SharkBoy's union just mailed out strike pay applications.
It seems it's inevitable, unavoidable at this point. Unless some Hail Mary play happens between the pig-headed mayor and the unions, we're going to see a very messy Toronto over winter.
The question is: how long? Tin foil hatted people are saying that Rob Ford has a plan to keep the strike going long enough to save XX amount of dollars. That or he's going to staff all these services he'd rather cut with scabs for an indefinite amount of time. Or he just doesn't give a flying fuck what you taxpayers think, he just needs someone to bully to make him feel good.
For whatever reason, it seems like we're headed for some drama. And a few weeks (months??) of eating nothing but Kraft Dinner and day old buns purchased at the local No Frills. Thanks Rob Ford for moving the city of Toronto forward!
On the upside: despite this gloom and doom, we are putting a modest down payment on another Disney cruise in exactly 11 months, 10 days. Not that I'm counting.
This trip will be a carbon copy of the Disney cruise/parks trip we did in the spring with a possible variation on "parks before or after the cruise". Even though when I explain to people that we're going again and doing literally the same thing, it may sound boring and redundant, but it's far enough away that we will be needing a little Disney right about then after what could be a very stressful winter/spring.
Fingers crossed cooler heads will prevail.

























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