New Year, same shit as before.

Welcome to the first post of 2016! I have had this blog for just over four months, which means I'm only two more months away from qualifying for ad-sense from Google. What dos that mean for you? Probably jack shit. What does it mean for me? Probably the same, I have no idea how it works or really even what it does, it's just a feature I think I should have. I should probably read up on it but stuff gets in the way of that, and taking the time to make an effort to read something in legalese inside a thirty-five thousand page EULA, is not something I really want to do. I will probably treat it like iTunes and just click accept.

Well with the new year, it means I'm one more year older. Goodbye to being closer to thirty than forty years old. It's just a downhill slide to what I have been told is middle age, it's nice to think someone out there thinks I will make it past seventy, and if you have read my post about my scars, you would should understand why that probably isn't too likely. Is the final four years of the thirties really just the bunny slope of being over the hill? This was the sixth year of spending my birthday at Disneyland. I have posted before about my vacation being in the same place with the joy of finding the guy known as FUCKING GREG! We went to dinner at the same place as before, kind of hoping to see the guy again because I really want to turn that asshole into a comic strip of some kind and just needed some more raw material to work with. I even started calling him FG, the OG of the OC, because I have no idea what the hell that even means but I got a laugh from the younger people I told the story to. Sadly, that fat asshole didn't show, he was probably out getting kicked out of another GameSpot for having that stupid knife on his belt again. Or he got kicked out of that Hometown Buffet after we left the place last time.

Disneyland was pretty much the same, except for the soon to be closed railroad (my dad's favorite ride) and the petting zoo that I have been to once because I know what farm animals smell like up close already.

You can move along.

Or feed them pellets of food that for all they know could be their own version of Soylent Green. That's city folk shit. All the new Star Wars stuff was cool to see, I argued with some guy about how the newest movie showed promise in Droid Liberation. He told me I was stupid. I said he was a moron. And as we were just about to get into a slap fight when I was distracted by a BB-8 drink cup, and moved on like an ADHD kid that just saw something shiny. That damn drink took me two days to find, cost more than it should but is oh so worth telling my sister “Hey, you know why I can't be a Storm trooper? I found the droid I was looking for.” I used that a lot on our final day, that sure bugged the shit out of my sister. Still fucking funny.

It rained nearly the whole time we were there, and finally the crowds were thinned out. Sure most people hate being anywhere in the rain and “cold” but there is enough shit to do in the parks that are dry that I was still entertained. I figure, if they aren't telling me to get the fuck out, it's all good. I've grown out of the need to go on all the rides anymore, sure there are those few that I must go on every trip and others that I have been on once and that was good enough for me. I have noticed I enjoy going to the shows more now though. I never liked stage plays, still don't, but I enjoyed going to see the Aladdin musical in California Adventure. The first time I decided to go see that, I was at Disneyland alone and it was hotter than hell, the very thought of just finding an air conditioned place to sit for an hour was good enough for me to go see the show. And I got pretty decent seats that I could see a lot of the action but I had my older shitty glasses and everything was blurry, so I thought,

You'd think I wouldn't have to Google a picture for this,
 but here we are..

“Hell, I'll bust out those ninja skills I learned from Comic-Con, I'll see how close to the stage I can get.” It was still hotter than hell when that first show ended so I got back in line and this time I walked into the lower seating, which I thought at the time was for reserved seating only, and I was just being all bad ass in sneaking into a spot I wasn't supposed to be. And no one said anything, so I tried again and got to the front row in the middle. Holy shit, I swear I could see nose hair of some of those actors. And there's one scene that they billow out clouds of fog and they are fucking cold. Also took at least five minutes for that shit to clear out to see the rest of the play. The front row sucked. After all that I was then on a mission to find the best seat possible and spent three days and twelve showings to determine that the best spot was the front row of the second deck of the lowest seating area. You can see everything that happens, a few times the actors come out into the aisles and the only way to see what the hell is going on is to twist in the seat to see everything. But that one spot was perfect, and I could only get to it a few times in the few other showings I went to (I think I saw over a hundred showings in a couple of years, I said I go to Disneyland a lot). As of this last trip, that was the last show I got to see, Disney is ending their fourteen year run. It was a good show, and I will end up going to see the one that replaces it, whenever that may be since the cast members that worked there have no idea when Frozen takes over.

Damn it, I miss it already. I'm jonesing hard. I think that's correct, not all up on the slang. Only six more weeks until I go again. That's only forty more days. Or one thousand eighty hours. Sixty-four thousand eight hundred minutes. Or three million eight hundred eighty-eight thousand seconds. Three million, eight hundred eighty-seven thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine seconds. Three million, eight hundred eighty-seven thousand, nine hundred ninety-eight seconds. Three million, eight hundred eighty-seven thousand, nine hundred ninety-seven seconds...