On the connecting flight from Atlanta to Orlando, I saw a man wearing a baseball cap that celebrates the 50th anniversary of some company I’ve never heard of and hearing aides.  Dude’s old.  And I found myself wondering what it would be like when I’m at that age.

Then I thought: what’s the point in knowing what’s going to happen?

Maybe the point of living is to find out what’s going to happen.

And perhaps then, the meaning of life is its search.¹

(Iz dat sum recursive meaning of life?)

So yeah, I went to Disney World.  Joe asked me if I wanted to go.  I’ve never been.  So I went.

Disney World in a word is–this is the obvious choice: fake.  Not quite Michael Jackson fake; definitely Las Vegas fake.

Here are some pictographics.

Lego Dragon outside the Lego store in Downtown Disney.

I’m pretty sure “it’s a small world” was created by people on drugs for people on drugs.  And children.

“OMG it’s it’s a small world!”

Which is better: one giant ball of steel or two?  You decide.

You lose your balance as you get older.  Not that I was able to place multiple bowls on my right leg, kick them up, and catch them with my head, while balancing myself on a unicycle with my left leg when I was at her age.

Pffftt, so easy even kids could do it.

Oh kids these days with their eXtreme jump ropes.

AROUND THE WORLD, AROUND THE WORLD

That globe can actually open up, revealing its delicious chocolate core.  It’s part of the fireworks show at Epcot…

The fireworks I saw at Disney World were the best I’ve seen.  Probably because I’ve never seen any truly impressive firework shows before.  (Capturing fireworks with a point-and-shoot camera and without a tripod was difficult.)

The car was actually jumping in reverse (left to right in the photo).  Kind of.  This was during a show about car chase stunts.

That red car is in that fireball somewhere, about to jump out.  That fire was warm.  It felt good.

Mickey is gonna eff you up!

It was delicious.

HOLY SHIT TIGERS GET IN THE CAR!

The dancers on stilts were my favorite during the parade at Animal Kingdom because their movements were exaggerated.

A lot of times I wondered about the people who work at Disney World.  It’s a place where there are parades and fireworks everyday.  What is it like to watch or be in a parade everyday?

And then there’s the constant music.  You’re taking a piss.  Music.  You’re walking somewhere.  Music.  You’re wondering WTF is with the constant music everywhere.  Music.

FUCK YEAH CAROUSEL

It was pretty fun.  I’m too old for some of it, but not all of it.  Some rides and shows were fun and imaginative, and some other not so much.

And of course, a big thanks to Joe for making it happen.

¹ I don’t read much philosophy, so if you know which philosopher said this first, please leave a comment. [return]