Just a quick note before I dive into the destroying of... ummm.... I mean respectfully commenting on, the last chapter. I want to get this out (if I can) before DD14 gets back from her meetings and tours, etc. (remember I mentioned it's Take Your Evil Child to Work Day) So if I comment on something that somebody else has already mentioned, just think of it as 'great minds think alike'. Or in my case my feeble and sleep deprived brain occasionally fires off a neuron in the right direction and I think straight for a change.
Hey, knock knock,
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c'mon, play with me
Okay!
Knock knock
Who's there?
Venue
Venue who?
Venue vish upon a star,,,,,
heh heh

I like it! Reminds me of the Viper joke. This one's clean so here it is if you haven't heard it. I read it a hundred and eighty seven years ago in a kids comic.
A woman answers the phone only to hear, "I am the viper. I am coming in one month."
The woman hangs up and grumbles about prank calls.
A couple of weeks later, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming in fourteen days."
The woman hangs up and with a nervous little laugh, mentions it to a few people.
A week later, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming in seven days."
The woman yells into the phone, "Who is this and what do you want?" But the phone is dead.
Three days later, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming in four days."
The woman calls the police. She is told to keep them informed.
Two days later, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming in two days."
The woman calls the police again and they agree to send a car to the area.
The next day, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming tomorrow."
The woman calls the police and they agree to post a man near the building.
The next morning, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming at two o'clock."
The woman calls the police and they decide to have a man in the room with her.
At noon, the woman answers the phone and hears, "I am the viper. I am coming in two hours."
The woman calls the police and they in turn notify the FBI. They agree to have a large task force in the room by two o'clock.
At two o'clock, there's a knock at the door. The swat team has a man stationed on both sides of the door. Another swat teammate is heavily armored and ready to open the door. The dozen or so FBI, swat members and police officers are arrayed throughout the room with weapons drawn. The swat teammate opens the door
AND...
There, on the other side of the door is a little old man carrying a bucket in one hand and a rag in the other.
"Good day. I am the viper. I am here to vipe your vindows."
Whenever I tell that joke, I always think, "Now
that's customer service.
Uh, oh.
It figures too, today is an Epcot day, we do more walking on Epcot days than any other time. Back in earlier trip days when I used the wear a pedometer we've logged almost 9 miles sometimes on Epcot split stay days.
Oddly enough, that total doesn't surprise me.
I was getting antsy to still finish learning the lay of the resort and I don't mean Ken.
Maybe I'm dense, (don't answer that) but I don't get the Ken comment.
Here's how to get to the monorail from where we are at:
Walk down the hall to the center of the building, get in the elevator and push the 5th floor button.
Exit 5th floor, walk down to the new walkway that connects Faulty Tower with the Contemporary Resort.
When you reach the CR, you are now on the 4th floor there. Why? Beats me.
5th floor BLT = 4th floor CR. I m ust have been sick the day they taught this math in school.
That's actually part of Disney magic. Using forced perspective, they make it appear that the hallway is level while it's actually got a slight slant to it. Notice how it's not straight? This helps fool the eye more than a straight line would. Next time you're there, put a ball or anything that rolls on the floor and see what happens.
Okay, I made all that up. I have
no idea why 5th floor BLT = 4th floor CR. But it sure sounded good didn't it? And thus, another rumor is born!
Jack Dawson obtained passage on the Titanic with less hassles, and he got the girl too, lucky guy.
Ummm.... I actually
see Smidgy in the photo. Looks like
you got the girl too!
At the TTC I remember the part I don't like:
You have to exit the monorail, then walk down the ramps to the ground, walk over to the Epcot monorail and now walk bacfk up all the ramps again.
Poor design. Surely (don't call me Shirley) they could have had them on opposite sides of the same platform.
These are the ramps that give gramps the cramps.
I made it back up with a growl,
and a howl?
...when this one, lone guy crossed in front of us pulling a small, silver box behind him. ... I loudly said," What a strange time to have to take your toaster for a walk," which got a few laughs.
Interesting. When I do stuff like that my DW and DDs just look at me then say to each other, "I wonder who's husband/father he is? Don't you feel bad for them?"

No sense of humor... or abuse, I guess.
What do you mean, 'again'. I've
always thought of you as being a little off.
Wow, beaten by only two girls, I was darn proud of myself, I may be crippled the rest of the trip but it was worth it, where's my pills?
You may be crippled! What about all the poor kids and elderly people you elbowed and punted out of the way? Sheesh! Oh, and they're in your pocket.
They put us in row one, the highest and Diane didn't object, this isn't her favorite choice at all.
Really? I prefer the high one... no dangling feet in your line of vision.
A bit later, a black girl came over and introduced herself to us as our guide.
This reminds me of my favorite quote from Modern Family. (edited for brevity)
Dad: "Just like on the movie The Blindside with Sandra Bullock and that black kid that played tight end."
Daughter, correcting the player position. "Offensive line."
Dad: "Oh, sorry. African American kid that played tight end."
And if you don't watch that show... why aren't you???
I did not like this turn of events, it's very hard to hide behind or get lost in a crowd when it's not there.
If I can't I have a tendency to end up in trouble.
Yeah... right... ever commented on someone taking a toaster for a walk?
We also had a problem with the guide, oh, she was as nice as could be, but she had an accent that was very hard to understand, I believe her name is Roderigo, that's what her name tag said I'm pretty sure, if not I'm close.
Glenn Close? Good actress. If not I'm redford.
We followed her inside and into a sealed lab where she told us how careful they have to be and can't let contaminates or the wrong insects get into areas where they aren't supposed to be, but they do rely on insects a great deal for polinizing and such.
This kind of thing always makes me snicker. Ooohhh, it's sterile, I guess we don't need to even wash our hands, let alone wear an isolation suit, 'cause we're clean
enough. Whoops! Sorry about that sneeze.
I wanted to say, "Who told you about my vasectomy", but I kept my mouth shut.
Boy, she was really nervous for a second there.
I get nervous too, when perfect... or less than perfect, strangers begin telling me about their reproductive capabilities.
When she said that I picked up the vial to my face and looked in again, and said "I thought you said there was 4 ladybugs in each vial, but I only have 3."
She replied, "There was 4 in each vial,,,,".
Then she went a ghostly white.
Still holding it up to my face I said, "Oh, there you are, hiding under the other one."

Nice!
(ok, now you may look at me in that tone of eyebrow.)
Nope. More like
I wanted to throw a couple of talapia in with the alligator tank but she wouldn't let me do that either.
I bought 3 piranha when I was a teenager. One small, one medium, one large. One morning I woke up and the little one was gone. Hmmm... maybe not feedin them often enough. A few days/weeks later and guess what...
nope. The large one was gone. That doesn't quite fit the model, but that's what happened.
Allll Riiight!
It was her own personal punctuation mark... One time it was so obvious it was coming that I said it with her, but she didn't seem to notice.
By that time she was ignoring me anyway, though.
Ah! An
intelligent tour guide.
But I do remember that it was all good, a nice change from a hotdog or burger. There's a small indoor eating area connected to a gift shop right next door.
As much as I like a good burger... or even a mediocre one, ya just can't eat 'em every single day. Odd that there would be a gift shop next door though. I wonder if there are any other gift shops in Disneyworld?
When we finished we figured it was a good time for a midday break and went back to our room to change and spend some time at the pool.
So was it more convenient with the monorail to do that? Or not that different from the bus, considering all the extra walking at the TTC and from CR to BLT?
Here, you have to hold up the mug, then say what species of soda you wish it to be filled with, and put it back down. He will then fill a paper cup with ice and said desired soda and hand it to you, then, and only then, are you allowed to transfer the contents from the paper cup into the refillable mug, thereby allowing it to retain it's name.
This is for sanitary purposes. You don't want to fill a mug (that has been used) from a dispenser which other people will be using. Why can you do it at Mods and Values? Well,
those people can just make do!
The beach side over here is much better than over at Faulty Tower:
Basil!
This is direct on pool and lake shot, this is just a pool to get wet in, no slides or fountains, but it is at least deep in the middle.
Hearing aids out?
I had changed and was just heading out on my ice sojourn when on my way to the door, suddenly there was a knock from the other side.
I have found that knocks on doors where nobody should know where you are, is never a good thing.
I think I know what's coming. Kidding aside, good luck writing the next chapter, my friend.