Red Mosquito

ABNorman wrote:I worked at WDW for a year and a half so I refused to wait more than 20 minutes for any ride. Do the same except for things you're REALLY into. You'll have plenty of fun without worrying about maximising time on rides.

ABNorman wrote:I worked at WDW for a year and a half so I refused to wait more than 20 minutes for any ride. Do the same except for things you're REALLY into. You'll have plenty of fun without worrying about maximising time on rides.

spike wrote:

ABNorman wrote:I worked at WDW for a year and a half so I refused to wait more than 20 minutes for any ride. Do the same except for things you're REALLY into. You'll have plenty of fun without worrying about maximising time on rides.

Anders wrote:My wife would like to go one day in the future, and presumably my kid would like to in a few years. I’m thinking it will be long lines, lots of stress, poor junk food, very expensive.

96583UP wrote:did you do Universal Jurassic park water boat ride

Simple Torture wrote:Our times at Disney World crossed, bammer (we were there from 11/18 to 11/21). Great time for the kids. Obviously fucking expensive. Ours are 9, 7, and 7, and honestly we missed huge swaths of WDW and they didn’t care—the trip got better when we stopped trying to get to certain places for certain times and just did whatever the kids wanted. We’re going to go again next year before my daughter graduates to adult pricing.

We have the DAS pass so lines were not an issue. Finding shade was; we didn’t expect it to be as hot as it was in November.

Bammer wrote:

96583UP wrote:did you do Universal Jurassic park water boat ride

No do they have that in California?

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Bammer wrote:If you’re gonna be a huge asshole and merge this why not put it in the theme park thread fuckface