Menagerie of Pics

Menagerie is a PhD level word that means a strange or diverse collection of people or things. This post is going to be a menagerie of pictures from Disneyland.  Here we go.

Here we have two cousins. They are standing side by side. Judging by Kaiden's shirt I'd say this pic was taken when we went to the park in 2022. I think this was on October 24. I think we're in line for Jungle Cruise here.  What I do know is that NASA hats and shirts were popular at that time.

The Little Mermaid line is pretty good, at least when you get into the building. It's nice and cool in there and if it's raining they don't close the ride. Here's a great picture of a bunch of people waiting in the line. Fun hats. Fun shirts. Fun sunglasses. If you zoom way in you'll see fun earrings too.

Here's one where we're actually on a ride instead of just waiting in line. Splash Mountain. It was fun.  I mean, there were a few seconds of really, really fun ride, but the other 9+ minutes was kinda slow and boring.  The thing is, slow and boring means taking pictures and video. We have a lot of pics from Splash.  Here's one:

Here's another:

Here's one where we're in line:

How about a video of the ride?

And, because I can do it, here's a video of the Incredicoaster:

And now for the long, long, long story:

The Ride: Smugglers in Training

Once on board, the chaos of the mission began immediately. Jeff and Zac were in the pilot seats, ready to take on the galaxy—or at least try not to crash into it.

"Alright, here we go," Jeff said confidently as they launched into hyperspace. "This is gonna be smooth sailing."

It was not.

Within moments, the Falcon was bumping into asteroids and scraping walls, despite their best efforts. Every time Zac tried to steer them clear of obstacles, the ship seemed to lurch in the wrong direction.

"I said left!" Jeff yelled, gripping the controls. "Your other left!"

"I am going left!" Zac shouted back, wrestling with the controls.

Meanwhile, in the back, the gunners were frantically blasting away at incoming TIE fighters, but with little success.

"I can’t hit anything!" Brandon exclaimed, pressing buttons with wild abandon. "These controls are rigged!"

"Don’t worry, I got this," Reagan said, but her shots seemed to miss the mark just as often.

The engineers, meanwhile, were frantically trying to keep the ship together. Kevin and Parkar were pressing every flashing button they could see, but the lights kept blinking angrily at them.

"Why does everything keep breaking?" Kevin muttered, trying to hold the ship together with duct tape, or so it felt.

At one point, the Falcon took a particularly nasty hit, sending the entire group lurching in their seats.

"Whoops, that was a close one," Jeff said, trying to keep his cool as alarms blared.

After what felt like both an eternity and a split second, the mission came to an end. The Falcon limped back into the docking bay, smoking and sputtering.