Great TR so far Blayne. As someone who has been to the World many-many times, I find it refreshing to hear the experiences of a first timer. Thanks for letting us re-live that feeling vicariously through you. I'm typically just a lurker on the DIS, but in reading your TR I had to comment on a couple of things. First of all, I also love the Sci-Fi Dine-In Theatre. The food is ho-hum at best, but the atmosphere is so much fun. Secondly, I wanted to comment on your Stitch experience. I too have "experienced" Stitch, and agree that it is not much fun. However, I wanted to point out to you and others that may not know, that the current attraction is not the original vision of the Imagineers who created it. The attraction was originally designed and opened as a much more chilling experience called "Alien Encounter". While all of the special effects remain in place, the original format and implementation was much more creepy to say the least. The premise was that a company had created the ability to open a portal to another world (as with Stitch) and of course, something unexpected comes back through to our world. As panic ensues and alarms blare, the lights begin going out and shouts (both from the show and the guests, he-he-he) surround you. The central "glass" holding tank was then illuminated from within to reveal some sort of alien monster. It growled and beat on the "glass" to convey its unhappiness with the whole situation. Then the lights go out again and you hear the "glass" break and feel a rush of air and smoke in your face, not to mention the much more threatening growls of the alien. Through the clever use of timing the rare flashes of light in the direction of the central portal, the situation becomes dire indeed as the limited light reveals the broken "glass" and the abscence of said alien.....oh-oh. It has apparently made its way up into the overhead (as stitch does) and you can hear it stomping around up there. Sparks are flying, alarms are whaling and scientists are screaming out orders to get help to contain the alien before any of the "guests" are injured. (Now remember folks, most of this is occuring in pitch blackness with only brief flashes of light by which one gets any visual feedback). We hear a squad of Marines enter the overhead and are privy to their comms channel and thus hear them tracking the alien. The guests are then treated to the very realistic cries and sounds as the squad of Marines is attacked by the alien. The guests even "feel" the spray of "blood" as the alien proceeds to eviscerate a poor Marine right above you. With no more Marines on which to feed the alien turns it's sights (and appetite) on the "guests". As it jumps down out of the overhead, you feel the shoulder harness compress you into your seat, as if to imply that the alien is right behind you. (Still pitch dark folks...he-he) Your fears are confirmed when the hot alien breath billows across the back of your neck only to be followed by the flickering tongue of the foul beast. (Editorial note: By this time most teenage girls, and more than a few of their parents, have completely lost it. The screams almost drown out the audio of the attraction) The alien is eventually coaxed back into the portal and sent back to whatever extraterrestrial hell from whence it came. As the seat restraints unlock the light comes back on and the mad dash to the exit ensues. There now exists on odd mix of tears of terror and smiles of exhilirated joy as the guests are herded back out into the hot Florida sun. Departing guests are then oggled by other Tommorowland visitors as screaming and crying permeates the group.
Now, having set the stage, the story of a particular experience helps to explain the fate of the attraction in its original form. While standing in the queue for the attraction (for my 5th or 6th visit to the attraction in as many WDW visits...this exhibit was a staple for many repeat visitors) we noticed a woman in front of us holding her young son in her arms. As his drowsy eyes looked over her shoulder at us we said Hi to him, and his mom turned around. I said to her that this attraction might be a bit to extreme for her son who looked to me to be about 7-8 years old. She replied that he loved thrill rides like Space Mountain and Splash Mountain. My companions and I shared a knowing glance and chuckled at her naivety. I told her that this was no Space Mountain. Her haughty reply was that he met the height criteria, and that Disney would not knowingly let children into an attraction that was too intense. Ok....Fast forward to the post-attraction throng....amidst the screaming, yelling and laughing, I saw the same boy and is not so happy mom. He was sheet white and screaming a sad terrified whail. He had wet his pants at some point during the experience. I felt sad for the boy and angry with the mom for not listening to us. I also harbored a certain ire for WDW itself. I always thought that that exhibit should have an age requirement, not just the obligatory 48" height requirement. So you can probably imagine this scenario carried out over and over each day. How many poor kids went home to Ohio, or Kansas, or wherever with nighmares of the Disney visit? This is not the experience the parents intened. I, of course have no proof, but have always believed that after many complaints from parents, the attraction was deemed too intense for WDW and closed. It reopend about a year later having been re-tooled to its current incarnation as the Stitch attraction. For those who have experienced Stitch, I ask you to recall all of the special effects, and how corny they might have seemed. I further ask that you close your eyes and re-envision them in the context of a pitch-black alien induced screamfest.....man did I love that attraction...he-he-he.
Footnote: Myself and many of my friends and family who had the pleasure of experiencing what the imagineers "realy" had in mind, believe that the attraction should have been kept open (it was a big crowd draw) but simply moved to a more age appropriate location like MGM or perhaps Epcot. It was great. It was just not appropriate amongst the faries and pixie dust motif of the Magic Kingdom.