Albertinho
— Douglas Adams
Remember that time I had a Rock and Pop God themed 21st in November and dressed as David Byrne in a suit three sizes too big and then Faehan asked me to upload pics to tumblr for six months because they don’t have facebook?
Yeah, that was fuuuuuuuuuun
Some highlights include my friend Caro in Bjork’s swan dress, Priya discussing things behind my back with guys she just met, a rare Sydney appearance for Hannah, Kassie as Courtney Love, Lucy as Patti Smith, and many others.
I don’t even remember half these pics happening.
Just look at all the amazing things happening in this picture:
- Me legitimately shitting myself on Disneyland Resort’s one scary-as-fuck ride
- The guy next to me doing the trollface
- The lady next to him flaring her nostrils like she’s about to headbutt someone
- The girls behind us doing some sort of reverse-Three-Wise-Monkeys thing
- The guy in red just smirking with a “I ain’t even mad” face.
In addition to meeting Donald Glover, I also met Community’s creator and showrunner Dan Harmon in a comic book shop!
As I left the Pirates of the Caribbean ride I found this old-timey pirate band performing to this one toddler and it was pretty amazing.
Just hanging with my homeboy Mickey Mouse.
One of two good things in Disney California Adventure: this badass water-and-lightshow.
Admiral Ackbar warns those in line for Star Tours: IT’S A TRAP!
HI THERE, SPLASH MOUNTAIN. JUST HERE TO ENTER YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARES.
Disneyland is insane. There is no other way of putting it. It is actual, 100% insanity. I’m still not comprehending exactly what makes that place even be real. It’s a level beyond fake or fantasy: you actually feel like every movement by everyone is staged. There really is no reality in Disneyland.
The most interesting thing to observe, though, was the reactions by children who go to Disneyland. They don’t laugh or cry or show any emotion - bar the ones tall enough to ride the thrill rides like Space and Splash Mountain. In fact, all emotional responses are lost on them; they are in a constant state of sensory overload. These kids can’t handle the colours, music and characters at every corner. Considering how excited I used to get when I walked into a toy store, I could only imagine the panic attack I would have had if my family’s plans to go to Disneyland didn’t fall through a decade ago.
Also: I thought pin collecting was an Olympic thing but it seems there are people who go to Disneyland just to do that? Locals? Annual pass holders?
Despite the fact that the place has this overtone of near-insanity, I guess it worked on my wavelength (I am, after all, pretty fucking insane). The rides have just the right level of adventure, fun and thrill, all the staff are super helpful and I went on a day with next to no lines anywhere.
Just one thing: I didn’t go on It’s A Small World. Everything above doesn’t faze me in the long run but It’s A Small World actually scares the fuck out of me.
Wolverine looking at himself in the mirror on my shirt.
I only took two non-group shots in the end and maybe I should I have taken more.
THOR AND CAPTAIN AMERICA ARE DUKING IT Hi Black Widow!
