Day #225: Flight of the Conchords – “The Humans Are Dead”
I’m sitting in a hotel room in Boston tonight watching Back to the Future II with Phil. I love old movies’ visions of the future. All those great technological wonders. Especially in this movie, because Zemeckis and company seemed to have worked it out that we’d have ALL the conveniences. Right down to hydratable take-out pizza and power shoe laces.
I’m not so sure about the whole flying cars thing. Can you imagine what the safety features would be on something like that? Maybe one giant airbag that engulfs the whole vehicle on impact. Can you imagine what the road testwould would be like? The instructor would be going through the preliminary checks and ask the driver to check his side, rear, top, and bottom mirrors.
I’d never be able to adjust to all of that as quickly as Marty did in Back to the Future II. While he was in a hoover chase with Griff and the gang just minutes after being transported into this strange new universe, I was still struggling with how he was going to get that bottle of Pepsi open that he ordered at the Cafe 80’s.
Blakebevin posted to Instructables a guide to making your very own power lacing Nikes, paying homage of course to those warn by Marty McFly in Back to the Future, Part 2. If the lacing mechanism in the back of the shoe could be perfected to adjust for varying foot size, and were smaller and, perhaps hidden, I could see this being an attractive sell to the sneaker mega-conglomerate. Or, you could pay homage to Data (of The Goonies, y’all) and proudly strut your bulky gadgets!
Belated birthday greetings to Mr. Drastik who turned the huge Three-Oh this weekend. To celebrate, we made like tourists and went to a theme park. Disney to be exact. I will affirm the truth in all those ads that you too can be granted no-nonsense free admission on your birthday.
It’s been a long time since we’d been there. Not since my teenage years as the Swiss Miss of Fantasyland food service. Naturally, as my first job and young age, history demands that I wear a humiliating costume when I serve people hamburgers. Not much has changed, saved the eruption in children present (single adults without children stick out like a sore thumb, and other anatomical analogies). It was mostly the same, except a few changes made as a result of the conglomerate’s split with MGM, resulting in a name change for one park and the reworking of one decent ride into a shitty one by replacing Mother (of Alien) with Stitch (of Lilo and Stitch).
And with the exception of walking eye first into the wall in the poorly lit caverns of Tom Sawyer’s Island (can I sue for more free admission?!!) and the uncomfortable experience of an angsty jungle cruise guide who made it very obvious how much she hated her jobs and even worse, the bad jokes written into the monologue, all was good.
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