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I’m from out of town, Vancouver to be exact [mbv], and so simply being in L.A. almost by law requires a trip to Disneyland. There have been several really great posts about the Magic Kingdom from the perspectives of locals in the past. Robert Daeley has a Fear and Loathing style post about it [bla] and Jillian Tate has a more affectionate post about the House of M [bla].
Still so much of how I view California, and America in general was, at least initially, formed by Disney movies, trips to Disneyland and other entertainment that it’s tough to spend any significant time here without being drawn back. And even though I’ve been through my Adbusters phase, and have worn a t-shirt with a severed Mickey Mouse head in the past, it’s still hard to go through the Disney experiance without feeling a little touch of that hold childhood magic.
More after the jump, if you’re up for it.
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I suspect that the perfect age for Pirates Dinner Adventure [pda] is about six, when pirates are still cool and the thought of eating a meal while a pirate play unfolds in front of you is almost as awesome as being able to watch television while at the dinner table.
The trouble with being with a large group on holidays is that you’re going to end up doing some tragically unhip things, such as pirate dinner theatre.
More after the jump? You’ll have to check for yourself.
Continue reading Because what you really need with dinner is some pirates →
There’s nothing like seeing some mid-level celebs while flying to L.A. from Hollywood North, which is what us Vancouverites like to call our fair city when discussing our film industry. Upon stepping into the Alaska airlines flight from Vancouver [mbv] to L.A. I was surprised to see Michelle Trachtenberg (Buffy’s younger sister and the girl who slept with Keith on Six Feet Under), leaning over her seat talking loudly about her BlackBerry.
[Insert lewd joke here].
She’s in Vancouver to film an not very promising film called Black Christmas [tvi].
I missed seeing Mickey Rooney, who apparently was also in the good seats on the plane heading from YVR to LAX. Rooney was flying down to L.A. to look confussed by Jon Stewart’s jokes at the Oscars. At least I’m told it was Mickey Rooney, some in the group I’m travelling with hinted that it might have been Mickey Rourke. Goodness knows why anyone would be confussed between the two.
In true star style neither had to wait with the rest of us for our bags to be offloaded, instead limo drivers picked their bags up for them.
Edit: Changed Andy Rooney to Mickey Rooney to better match up with reality, and to make the post make some sort of sense.
Lizard people dude. Seriously.