Tag: Indiana Jones

On Hold

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve spent in one session on hold? Until yesterday, my all time record was probably two hours. Then I made a call to make reservations at Disney World. I was on the phone for three hours. Granted, I was only on hold for about two hours, but those two hours were filled with snippets of Disney songs. It was almost like being stuck on the Small World ride, only the songs changed periodically, so I guess it was a step up.

Now, Disney regulars would ask, “Why didn’t you just make reservations on the Disney website?”

That’s a good question. I was tempted to use the website, but I hoped that by talking to an actual human I could figure out a more tailored package to suit my needs. And, as it turned out, I was right. And the Disney representatives were so darned cheerful that I almost forgot about the wait time and the annoying music. Almost. Hence the post.

In the end, the three hours were totally worth it, but dadgum it, now I can’t get the Indiana Jones theme song out of my head.

Dun duh duh duh, Dun da dun dun dun…

Peace, people!

Indiana Jones and the Restless Cat

Indiana Jones keeps watch over me every night.

He sits on my bookcase/nightstand, prepared to take on whatever evil comes my way. Except for snakes. He hates snakes.

Last night, though, Indy met a foe for which he was not prepared—a restless cat. I heard Gracie as she investigated the objects on the nightstand. Apparently she didn’t think it was time to go to bed, so first she knocked around an ink pen until it tumbled to the floor, then she tried to squeeze behind the books, causing them to tumble like dominoes.

After I straightened and reinforced the books, I noticed that Indy was in a perilous predicament—heels over head above a cavernous chasm!

How will our hero survive this situation?

It’s not looking good.

Peace, people!

Non-Political Controversy

A friend on Facebook posted a fun activity a few days ago as a way to break from politics. I earnestly searched for her post, but couldn’t find it, so I’ll have to wing the content.

Basically she asked everyone to post something that would be considered unthinkable to most folks, and it could have nothing to do with politics. 

Her example was that she hated The Walking Dead. I was aghast! Who hates The Walking Dead? I mean, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane between Star Wars films. Of course someone then posted they’d never seen a Star Wars film. I almost had an apoplexy.


I then posted, to the horror of some and the delight of others, that I’d never watched an episode of Downton Abbey. 


You’d have thought that I’d typed my disdain for cute kitten videos. Folks were aghast.


So what’s your non-political controversial topic? And don’t you dare tell me you don’t like Indiana Jones! 


Peace, people!

My Feet Hurt Even Worse

Today I took over 14,000 steps at Disney Hollywood Studios. When I walked to catch the bus to return to the Pop Century Resort I could easily imagine my ankles snapping into jagged, ragged, splintered pieces at which point I would simply drag myself by my forearms to the bus stop. 

No one would give me a second glance as I pulled my bloody stumps onto the vehicle unless of course I accidentally crossed the yellow line at whch point I would be gently reprimanded.

—————BUT—————

I rode Star Tours not once, not twice, but three times, and even though I was never named as the rebel spy I personally know two people who were. 

I survived two rounds on the Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster and even managed to look like I was having fun on the second try. The Tower of Terror didn’t claim my life this year; although, it was a close call. What a great, terrifying ride! 

I discovered the joys of Toy Story Mania and would gladly ride it non-stop if the lines weren’t so long. 

Indiana Jones thrilled me with daring escapades in his stunt show spectacular, and I was seated close enough to feel the heat from the explosions.

————HOWEVER————-

Tomorrow I must return to Studly Doright and Doright Manor. My heart is ready. My feet are begging for it, but dang, I’ll miss Disneyworld, CB, Lord Jeff, and kids. What a great time. Now I’m having a beer. Or two.

‘Til next time Disneyworld. Rock on.

 

Aerosmith grants backstage passes to their show. The catch? You have to ride a roller coaster with multiple loops in the dark. And by the way, it goes from 0 to 60 in under four seconds.
  
Star Tours has something interesting around every corner.
  
Inside Toy Story Mania–maybe the most fun ride ever! Trust me, it’s not just for kids.
  
Toy Story Mania is way more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
   
Peace, people!

Trade Offs

Boxers or briefs,
Salad or soup,
Ranch or French
Alone or a group?

Introvert or extrovert,
Country or rock,
Canine or feline,
Piaget or Spock?

Switchers or fighters,
Whole milk or fat free,
Harley or Yamaha,
Democrat or GOP?

Star Wars or Star Trek,
Beatles or the Stones,
Connery or Craig,
Han Solo or Indiana Jones?

Life is full of trade offs
Everything’s a choice
So hurry, close the menu
And give yourself a voice.

Me, the Critic

I’m a frequent moviegoer. Perhaps with the right education I might’ve become a movie critic. Instead, I just see as many different movies as I can and place them into one of three columns:

  1. Movies that stink
  2. Movies that don’t stink
  3. Movies I love and will pay to see again and again.

Column #2 boasts the largest number of films. I’m fairly forgiving, and if I can find anything amusing or endearing about a movie it earns a “Movies that don’t stink” berth. 

Honestly, not too many movies get a spot in column #1. Occasionally I’ll come across something that has no redeeming qualities such as Eyes Wide Shut which tolled the death knell for Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman’s marriage and might’ve been ok if it had been even slightly arousing. 

  
I saw it after having imbibed one too many alcoholic beverages, and ended up giggling throughout the film. It was only much later that I realized it wasn’t a comedy. Oops! Definitely a column #1 kind of film.

Similarly, column #3 is fairly small. Episodes IV, V, and VI of the Star Wars saga are founding members (episode I narrowly missed being placed in column #2) along with the three original Indiana Jones movies. 

 

A man who deserves his own category.
 
On Wednesday I saw the latest installment in the James Bond franchise, Spectre. Good heavens, Daniel Craig is the bomb. Even if the movie stunk, which it doesn’t, I’d put it in column #2. Talk about redeeming qualities! Whew! And, if I can’t stop thinking about those qualities, Spectre might just get moved into column #3.

  
Peace, people!

Prince Credentials

  
In real life,
princes are the ones
who hold your hand
when you’re sick,
and help potty train
the kids.
Real princes don’t
feed you fairy
tales or promise
butterflies and
rosebuds.

Chances are your
prince is already there,
right in front of you,
princess.

  

Great Philosophers of the Cat World

“I nap; therefore, I am.”–DesCats

“Vini, Vidi, Dormivit”–Felinius Caesar

“I regret that I have but nine lives to enjoy my leisure.”–Meowthaniel Hale

“Give me treats or give me naps. Either way I win.”–Patches Henry

“All the world’s a ball of twine, and all the men and women our minions.”–Willmeow Shakestail

“Cats just want to have fun.”–Kitty Clawper

“The catnip stops here.”–Hairy S Truemeown

“Chase after butterfly; leave alone bee.”–Mewhammad Alley Cat

“Try not. Purr or purr not, there is no try.”–Furrda

“Catnip. Why’d it have to be catnip?”–Calico Jones 

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