It doesn't matter how many times I've seen it, when clicking channels on the tv and I come upon Jurrasic Park, I usually stop clicking. I've read the book a few times and just think Michael Crichton was very underrated as an author.
I just think the whole idea of getting Dino DNA from mosquitos caught in amber, (fossilized tree sap) was beyond brilliant. But the best part of the book wasn't even in the movie. That even though the computer looks for all 38 dinosaurs every hour to perform a roll call, and they supposedly can't reproduce, the computer isn't programmed to look for a 39th, or 40th dino. DUH
Don't know how they left that out of the movie.
I read the book and completely forgot about that!

My TV reaction is exactly opposite of yours. Whenever I'd stumble over it I'd quickly change the channel, lest my two young DDs get scared and have nightmares. Now they're 14 and 10 and I'm
still doing it! Except now after the knee jerk reaction passes I think, "Well, I want them to see it from the beginning."
Thursday, September 15, 2011 Anno Domini
Pie Iesu Domine. Dona eis Requiem. <smack!>
That morning we leisurely took our time packing, in no specific hurry to get out of here and get over to the Animal Kingdom Lodge.
Right!
I was like a drill sargeant, I couldn't get over there fast enough, I had had enough from Faulty Towers.
I'm sorta picturing the tasmanian devil from bugs bunny... Oh, no, wait. A
blind tasmanian devil.
Faulty? You are referring to your logic, no doubt?
I had a chance to stand at the sliding doors here at home a couple of days ago and do my best Basil impression. Mischief had brought home another mouse, I think it was dead, but you never know,
that hasn't always been the case.
As she stood there on the other side of the screen door holding this thing in her mouth I yelled:
"No, no need. We have mice, here, in the building!"
Please! Don't talk to me about mice! We saw one in our garage and set out a trap for it. A live trap, of course (gots to be humane about these things, don'tcha know.) I mentioned to a fellow at work that I'd seen a mouse. His immediate response? "Okay, so you've got 5 mice... continue."
Wellll.... after giving up on the humane (Webster's definition of humane? See:
useless) trap, I got good old fashioned traps. Unfortunately, I wasn't home when we caught the first one. Even more unfortunately DW
was... And it wasn't quite dead yet. (Imagine very small, very high pitched voice, "I'm not quite dead yet!")
Anyway... the not quite dead rodent, dragged itself (plus trap) out of the garage onto the driveway. My DW asked the two strong men doing landscaping across the street to help her. The first one took one look and said, "Sorry, lady. I just can't do it." The other chap, being perhaps a more countrified gentleman, quickly disposed of the vermin with a well aimed blow with his shovel.
I
think we got the rest of the family...
One thing about being way up here, Mr. Faulty would have loved it, knowing how he likes to shake his fist at God or yell at him, if he did it on our balcony up here it would be a local call.
Always good to have friends in high places.
Allllriiiight! Dance with me, Roderigo.
One thing though, we have a detour first on our way to AKL,
Yes, sahib. Very good, sahib. De tour is de best part of de trip, sahib.
a Walgreens in Kissimmee.
oh.
Diane asked me, "You sure you're not addicted to the painkillers?"
"Not at all," I replied. "What I'm addicted to is walking through Walgreens to get to the pharmacy counter in the back." "That I can't get enough of, I need my Walgreen's fix."
Ya know. I've
never been in a Walgreen's. But after your stirring description, I'm tempted to track one down just for the experience... But then again, I don't wanna get hooked on 'em. Walgreens, that is.
All the way down the guy kept asking where our car was, and maybe I should go and get the car why he waits with our stuff on the cart, out in front, but I told him it was only about 5 slots down in the second aisle on the right.
Actually, I had considered doing just that, but after I told him where the car was and I heard this big, fake SIIIGHHH come out of his lungs, I thought, screw it, you want the tip, you can walk to the car for it.
It wasn't like he was carrying our stuff, it was on a cart for goodness sake, you know, with WHEELS!
Now I wished I was parked further away!
Like Pop Century.
And told him it wasn't far and he wouldn't need the cart after all. Lazy... so and so.
But what nearly did him in and almost cost him a hand was when we got to the car and I unlocked the back hatch, he FOOLISHLY tried to throw a suitcase into the back.
I just stood back and watched:
Nobody, but NOBODY packs our car with our stuff besides Smidgy!
He hadn't even let go yet, Smidgy saw him and shrieked, grabbed the suitcase and flung it to the ground.
Speaking of pools, after experiencing them all, of the pools connected to high rise resorts at Disney that don't seem like normal Disney, I much prefer the Grotto Pool over at the Swan and Dolphin.
ummm... could you define what would be included in 'high rise resorts at Disney that don't seem like normal Disney'?
I'd stay at the Dolphin in a hearbeat again over BLT, the Dolphin and the area it's in, just seem more like Disney, even if it's not.

One of these things is not like the other...
"No, mine is filled with signs telling you to get your winter flu shots before the rush." "And that Depends are on sale".
Nice to know there's someplace you can go to stock up.
At the guard house, of course I sat there and kept revving it up as I gave my license to the guard guy.
He handed it back to me and told us where to go but I wasn't done yet, "So, whatcha thing, sound like 1645 dollars to you?" Hey, after having to coast up to CBR and then BLT at the guard houses cuz of the exhaust system, or lack thereof, I was flaunting it baby!
You go, Nebo!
Go Nebo!
Go Nebo!
Get goin'
Rev your engine
He just stood there perplexed and Diane told me to go, so I went and goed.
Perplexed? I seriously doubt that. I'm sure it was merely superb acting. (
everyone's a CM, right?) I'm pretty sure that by now the story of the two rubes who got taken with the ole 'nail in the tire and the missing mechanic routine' had made the rounds.
Now, even though our car is sitting right outside, on the same level plane we are on, and even though we didn't climb any ramps or cross any bridges to get here, we are now walking into the lobby which is on the third floor.
Once again, we have Disney Math, in action!
Not math. Physics. Disney makes you happy. Happiness makes you feel light on your feet. The amount of being light on your feet is directly proportional to how far you are from the center of mass. Ergo a main floor feels three stories higher and the numbering has to be adjusted to compensate.
Simple, no?
There were rooms right next to the main lobby entrance, would never want any of these rooms totally facing nothing but parking lot, but there are tons of them along this 3rd floor wall....
so technically, you could fall off your 3rd floor porch and be airborne for about 4 inches of freefall before you landed!
"Yep, 3rd floor it was when I fell, landed on my feet, not a scratch!"
A miracle! Right up there with the face on the toast.
Yeah, now there was some good thinkin alright, "Let's put the tallest land animals in the world on open plains, in the lightning capital of the world."
And yet how many people would complain about being cruel to the giraffes if you stapled lightning rods to 'em?
Oh yes, entering the lobby:
On a bright, SUNNY DAY!
The Animal Kingdom Lodge!
Anybody shaking your heads out there?
I immediately started to do that, but before I got down to my knees, Diane yanked me back up with a "I'll do the leading."
What? Getting down on your knees twice was enough for her?
Once again, she's dragging me along, I just wished that it would have been by the hand, like normal, instead of grabbing my belt and dragging me like a child's pull toy.
<sigh> See, that's what happens when you come late to a party. All the really good stuff is already taken.
We eventually stopped somewhere where I could feel wood in front of me,
<double sigh>
It could have been a speaker on a wall, it could have been God,
No, then it would have been, "Welcome home, Basil."
Diane did most of the talking, I just stood next to her looking clever and smart, and slowly I could begin to see the outline of a woman standing in front of me.
And how long after that did you figure out that it was Smidgy?
Finally, after all the id changing, driver's license info and verification with credit cards, we established that she was, indeed, a Disney cast member, and we got down and dirty:
(asterisk >*<)
Okay, buddy. Do you have
any idea how long I stared at that? What in the
heck does >*< mean? Is it an alien? His one good eye? His bad eye? What?? What does it mean????
Only when I got to the end of the chapter did the (as you so aptly put it) nickel drop in.
I asked her to make a little circle on the map where our room was.
She made a circle that covered about one third of the resort map and slid it back to me.
Ooh, I bet they're trained just that way.
"And whatever you do, for Pete's sake don't narrow down where the room actually is if there's any possible way you can avoid it!"
"Ok, you just circled the United States, can you narrow it down to the same county we're in now?", and I slid it back to her.

Perfect!
She reluctantly made a small circle inside the circle,,,,
I bet! Probably looking over her shoulder for the Disney MPs the whole time.
"But sir, this room is ready, now for you."
"Great, it can be ready, now, for somebody else then, too,
what else you got?"
Very gallant of you.
"Oh, here's a room overlooking the pool, will that be ok?"
Smidgy and I looked at each other, turned and nodded in harmony.
"When will it be ready?" I asked.
"Oh, it's ready now."

Back outside buggage service unloaded our laggage onto a cart and said they'd be there in ten minutes, we went in search of room 5634.
Are you sure about the room number? I was trying to see where you were so I looked at the map here:
http://www.wdwinfo.com/resortmaps/aklmap.htm
The highest number I found was 5596 up in Fort Lauderdale. Around the pool the numbers are in the 5400s. 'Course the map could be wrong. Don't know when it was last updated.
About all I can say about the room location is that I don't believe we could have gotten a better room!
I'll say! Great pics of the view!
And the room definately seemed and felt much bigger than BLT, over there my side of the bed was only a couple of inches from the wall, here I had plenty of room to roll off and
fall on my head.
It was raining and pouring
Mustn't make this TR boring
Nebo bumped his head
When he fell out of bed
And now we all are roaring.
By now it was only a little after 11, we through away our stuff right quickly and changed to go down to the pool.
How could you change if you threw all your stuff away?
* (did you see what happened there? I made comment about Lord of the Rings, and my brain wasn't done yet with it I guess, it morphed then into something that sounds like Treebeard, the Ent, wasn't planned. "We have decided after much deliberation that you are indeed not orcs."
Hallelujah! The asterisk!
That's what it's for!

Thank goodness, now I'll be able to sleep nights...
Thanks for another fun chapter!
