First, I am going to apologize for this snarky, sarcastic post. It’s because I am angry. I can’t keep my mouth shut when I am this angry. My grandma in West Virginia never cussed, but we would try to sneak out of the house when she said she was ‘hoppin’ mad!’. If she did not call us by name, it was not us she was mad at. Eventually, you could piece together the story if you listened close to the kitchen when grandma would rant and rave it out of her system. Once she calmed down, she would quietly say, “Lord have mercy!” and carry on like nothing had happened.
I am hoppin’ mad at Reid McCarter. He is the %&*@# who wrote the news article about Spiderman’s demise yesterday. Big accident in the Disneyland Marvel Studio. And a video clip showing what happened. My previous post told all about it. The entire article and video were posted on my blog because I had a knee-jerk reaction to what he wrote.
After getting a negative comment from my sister, I wondered if this whole story was a hoax. Snopes.com did not seem to know anything about it, so it probably wasn’t. I researched Spidey and found articles about his crashing into walls & buildings a lot of times.
Whoops!
Reid McCarter, a.k.a., The Jerk, intentionally slanted and manipulated facts to misrepresent the entire event. He lied to us! Reporters are supposed to report the facts. Unfortunately, he left out the most crucial fact. He did not tell us (or even allude to) that Spiderman was animatronic. Other articles I read reported this fact upfront. Not this guy. He wanted us to believe that Spidey was a real man and that something horrible had happened to him.
Shame on you. I hope you get a lot of @#$%&*! about it.
I found this article on the Yahoo Home page… I still feel sick to my stomach. Why am I sharing this? I’m not sure. Maybe to protest against the attitude of the media, or how much this is NOT Okay.
Spider-Man crashes during a show at Disneyland’s Avengers Campus
By Reid McCarter Wed, June 15, 2022, 10:30 AM
In a moment that must be watched repeatedly if we are ever to truly understand its gravity, we hear Spider-Man announce “Here goes something!” before he goes swinging into view above Disneyland’s Avengers Campus. Spider-Man’s limbs lock up at the top of his arc through the sky, rendering him unable to safely descend. Heroic music swells in the background as he yells out “Airbags, please!” in vain. A moment later the web crawler smashes back-first into the side of a building, crashing against a wall and disappearing from sight.
The crowd gasps, and then a robotic voice announces that the facility Spider-Man has just rocketed into “is not equipped with airbags,” and we hear the simple, pitiful last words of the hero as his life ebbs away. “Okay,” Spider-Man replies.
Okay.
An Instagram user named Darren L. captured the footage at Disneyland California, writing that “the show briefly stopped for a couple of hours but was back up and running later!” This, unfortunately, shows that, for The House Of Mouse, the horrific takedown of even a marquee superhero is simply just business for them—something to be moved on from immediately.
The show must go on. The people must be entertained. A new Spider-Person must immediately step into the still-warm, bloodstained suit of their predecessor and swing around a theme park.
The only redeeming quality of this video is the fact that it is short, unlike the above article which gets more horrifying as you read.
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TTFN – Please comment on how this article made you feel. I can’t be the only one sickened by this!
Do tunes shuffle through your brain like it is your personal iPod?
I have often found myself listening to a soundtrack of my day that no one else can hear. Sometimes, I hum whatever is playing, as if hearing it is just not enough.
I love music. Not so much, the stuff playing inside my brain. Often my brain’s line-up has annoying songs, or worse, jingles, shuffling around. I have a real iPod that I use to replace brain tunes with music I really like – and that works great – until the battery dies.
I will tell you about the two torcherous attacks by songs my family and I survived. Both happened in the same week. Now that I think of it, they may have occurred on the same day.
The last place I want to be is in the Los Angeles area in July. Triple-digit temperatures, clogged roads, and way too many grumpy people. That being said, we only had our kids during the month of July, so that is when we made plans for our vacation. Although hubby and I experience the traveler’s curse, we did not give that a thought as we packed. This was a family vacation to Disneyland, not a couple’s getaway.
Ha! You can’t pull one over on a curse we learned that trip. Our package included 3 days at the park, shuttle to and from our Hotel and the Hotel had a wonderful breakfast – all included. The first day we were getting into the park early so we could meet the characters. Life was good.
The line into the Park for us early birds was moving along well and the heat was another couple hours away. We were all getting excited. That was until the T-shirt police pulled hubby and I out of line and informed us that we were not allowed into the park.
The reason? We were wearing offensive T-shirts. They suggested we go back to our hotel and change – then come back to the park. This would take a good 20 – 30 minutes and our kids would miss meeting the characters. Sigh. We were humiliated and embarrassed in front of our kids.
At least one of the T-shirt cops took us aside and told us that most people would go into the restrooms in the parking lot and turn their shirts inside out – hiding the naughty shirt, and not wasting valuable play time. Weird! But we followed this recommendation and we all got to get in early to meet the characters and see the newly opened “Star Tours” exhibit without having to wait in line.
That ride was one of the best and we all wanted to get back on the moment we ‘landed’. Except for our daughter, who turned white as a sheet and hung on for dear life, completely believing that we were flying to the moon of Endor in a space shuttle.
The girls wanted to go on the “It’s a small world” ride. My daughter and I were outnumbered by males, but they were game since the ride was indoors with airconditioning. A good plan indeed – except for one little glitch…
The ride lost power halfway through and we sat in the dark, our boats not moving and the A/C quickly fading. By some miracle, the sound system played on, “It’s a small world after all…”, the only song the ride played. Over and over, and over again. Thirty minutes of that song could drive people mad. This was probably the reason everyone in our family totally lost it on the shuttle ride back to the hotel when the piped in music, Disney of course, got stuck and repeated the same song over and over. The song had a very distinctive beginning – “HEIGH-HO!!”. After the third time, the tune played, we as a family waited for the song to start again. As loud as we could, we chimed into “HEIGH-HO!!” Had we planned this, it would not have been so awesome. We could not stop laughing (unless it was time for doing the “HEIGH-HO!!”.
As we arrived at the hotel, the music stopped. One of the other passengers turned to me and said, “Do you mind my asking why your T-shirt is on backward?” Before I could answer I noticed that her shirt was on backward also.
“Old Fart’s Wife,” I confessed.
“Sexy Momma,” she said.
We nodded knowingly. Each of us with a sly smile as we entered into the lobby.
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