Thursday, May 23, 2013

Real Dreams



I don't blog much as I want. Time takes a way a lot of that for me. Life's been crazy lately. Well, that's an understatement. But I want to write this out, for those somewhere out there that might be going through something similar.

Growing up is hard. No one can legitimately say it's easy. It's not.


waiting for the parade as a kid on Main Street. 


As a Disney fan since near-birth, I've always grown up with good triumphing evil, and the protagonist learning a great life lesson and growing from the experience. One film, and I've referenced it many times before on my site, that stands out and speaks volumes to me is Tarzan. The concept of growing up from a boy to a man. Protecting your loved ones, and being truly, who you are supposed to be in the world are all messages that I take to heart.

In this world now, it's hard to find that peace and contentment, when so much goes on. I'm twenty. High school was a good time, but I feel I didn't really grow up then. The last year of my life has been the most life changing so far. I'm steps away from being really a man, and no longer a little kid. There's been fights with family over how to handle life situations, slowing down and realizing I don't need to rush into things, but consider everything before I make a move. But now, I'm becoming my own man. I'm moving out of my house I've grown up in for twenty years, and into a studio apartment in town. I won't be down the hall from my parents. I won't wake up to my little sister cannon-balling onto my bed on Saturday mornings to watch Jake and The Neverland Pirates, or even arguing with my bigger little sister (closest to me in age) over the last slice of leftover pizza in the fridge. It's the oddest, weirdest transition in life. But at the same time, the funnest and most exciting. I'd be lying if I said that this isn't hard on me too, but I know that it's time to grow up more than I am now, and this is helping the process.

I'd also be lying if I said I hate not being a kid anymore. There is something to be said about the innocence of children that I admire the most. As a young kid, I spent hours in my room building sets out of legos and creating my own adventures. I dug trenches and tunnels for my hotwheels in the back yard, right next to the dirt circle I played marbles with my grandma. Or the countless afternoons of eating Kid Cuisines and watching Steve Irwin on Crocodile Hunter. It's a simple, nothing but fun life as a kid. They don't know what cold realities the world has waiting in the shadows, ready to pounce on them as they age. And with recent times, it's really been hitting me hard that things like Sandyhook Elementary, or even the child that lost his life in the Boston bombing had to face that reality even sooner than they should have.

Which is why I'm writing this, saying that as grown up as I'll have to be, I will never lose sight of the childhood innocence. Having a little sister who's just starting first grade soon, I'll always promise to never do anything that won't break a real of naivety and innocence, and will always keep the magic I had as a child of Disney and things like that alive. Worlds such as Cars, Tinker Bell and her Pixie Hollow. The Hundred Acre Woods of Winnie The Pooh are all real. They exist as long as you believe in the stories. And I can guarantee you, the day I marry the girl of my dreams, and we have our own children, I'll be the dad who brings characters from stories to life with acting them out with voices, and jumping on the bed, or hiding behind curtains. Building pillow forts in the living room to watch movies all Saturday morning. And not just leaving them in the living room to do it on their own, but being right in the fort with them. And always instilling in them that this world may be hard and cruel. People will hurt you. But it's up to you to make it happy for you, and for those around you. I can't live with myself being upset over how cold the world is. And I can't live with myself if someday I don't carry on happiness and true creativity and an awe and wonder for the world around us to the next generation.


I may not work for Pixar or Disney, but they have it right with creating worlds and elements that I used to look at as real and believe that Pirates pillage towns, and I can climb Tarzan's Treehouse, and Escape Pleasure Island with Pinnochio, or fly off to Space inside a Mountain. It's all real...if you believe in it. I want to create and make worlds better than ever for kids younger than me to fall in love and wonder with. And as I pack up my room in a week and leave home, sort of like Andy did in Toy Story 3, I'm sure I'll cry, because my childhood has been over, and reality of adulthood is really fully setting in. But at least I can now find fun ways to watch the younger ones enjoy it like I once did.
My oldest younger sister and I planning out our adventures. 

This is just a collection of random thoughts that's been heavily on my mind, and I'm sitting at my desk at work tearing up right now as I write this, but I don't want to lose sight of how the world CAN be viewed, and honestly should be viewed. Because cold darkness that is portrayed through so much is a virus that infects too many people. There really needs to be more genuine happiness and appreciation, and love for things. I just want to be another person in the world providing that for the next generation(s) to come.




So, like Russel from "Up" says, "Adventure is out there!". Do something in the world to make an adventure to go out there for. 

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Life is....what?

I've been thinking a lot lately about things. Evaluating a lot in my life. I'm in a pretty alright spot. Good job, good family, good girlfriend, good schooling...the list goes on. But just like many others, I facebook stalk. Who needs reality television when you can watch someone's daily journal of posts and photos unfold every few hours in front of your eyes?

As I grow up from being a legitimate kid to being a full-blown adult, things change. Your perspectives grow harsher and more narrow than before when you had a spectrum of concepts and less cares to worry about as a child. I'm of the age to think about what I'm really going to do with my life. How successful do I really want to be with my career. When do I want to get married, start a family, travel to which destination on my rare vacations from work? So on and so forth.

This isn't judging. This is me questioning and looking for answers.


But with growing up, comes the age to do things without your parents consent, which would have been severely objected to by them when you were a mere two to three years younger. Young adults around my age having a kid outside of being married, not having a job, and then arguing with their significant other online in public areas for the rest of us to watch makes me really consider how I want my life to be, and wonder where theirs went 'wrong'. I put wrong in quotations like that because who knows if it's wrong or not. It could be wrong to me, but not to someone else, and I'm not here to judge. But I wonder how peoples lives will play out. Will the young adults child someday rise from the societal so-called mistake his/her parent make, and make something of themselves like Oprah did from her poverty, or Eminem from his trailer park life in Detroit? Or will they lose hope and fall into the titled 'rut' of "well, this is as good as its going to get" and not contribute to anything else in the world? How will the parents feel if their child succeeds them in life? Will they be proud that they made it better than they could provide, or would they be jealous that they couldn't do as good as their child, and attempt to piggyback their success?

It makes me wonder what I can do to make my life easier and less of a potential struggle than what others I see go through. How I can live as simple, fun and stress-less life. I don't know what my tomorrow is going to bring, but I pray that I can figure out how to handle anything that comes my way, and do it respectfully and right in the way of treating everyone else around me with class and hope that it does some good.

I just hope that in the end, I can look back at things and know that no matter what, I did the best that I could for any situation I was in, and that it led to being a good positive in my life for the future to come. 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Happy

You know, I never have really cared who reads this thing or not. I write on my "hideout" because I figure someone else is going through something similar to my life at times, whether it's happy or sad, and if I can somehow help them by letting them know that they're not alone in anything, and other people have problems too, then maybe I did the world some good, no matter how small.

Life hits hard sometimes. Lately it's punched me pretty good, and I've had blows that really hurt. From dealing with death, to lower than acceptable grades in college, to getting turned down from a college you were setting plans on and around to completely change nearly everything with what was "scheduled" for the next two to three years. With my personality, this doesn't sit well.

Why? It's because I'm of the type that likes to know what's going on. Not even being in control of what's going on. Just knowing what will happen makes me content. So getting the rug ripped out from under me with being denied entry to the Fall 2013 quarter at CSUB changed my entire plans. It first freaked me out, because I thought cumulative GPA was the reason, or that they were just too full to accept a middle-class, gonna-have-to-get-student-loans white kid from a farm town.

But without going into A LOT of details, I spent the weekend with my other half and good college friends at a Christian retreat at Hume Lake. No cell service to distract us, and a full three days to focus on life and our relationship with God. Coming back off the mountains that weekend, because of the speaker, I realized that I can't always know what's going to happen. I'm going to have to just trust the fact that there is a plan for my life, and things will work out despite not being what I originally thought I wanted them to be. Because what I want may not always be the best route to take.

And now today, I spent time going to the college and asking questions to people, wanting to know why I was denied, and what I need to do to fix it and get in next time. Because of the trivial nature of the California School System, they want me to finish all 60 units of gen-ed before transferring. I'm only about 10 away from finishing that, and am going to get them done in the summer time. But rules are rules, and this rule sets my plans back a quarter or two.

But the blessing here is that I can breathe a bit. Sure, I was ticked when I couldn't keep going gung-ho all the time and powering through all of this to get it done. You see, I'm taking 18 units right now, working 40+ hours a week, often times more. Factor in the times I spend going on trips to Los Angeles or Disney, or the coast, or spending time with family or my other half, and I'm burning my candle at both ends, and it's close to being burned out. This seems to be a sign of saying "Dude, you really gotta shift into low gear for a bit and not overheat the engine you're revving so hard right now". So I'll take a bit of time off before diving into my major. I'll slow down and just live a little less chaotic, and maybe get more than 4-5 hours of sleep a night.

And as a final note, the past 4 or 5 days are the happiest I have felt in a long time. For once in a great while I'm actually content. I have everything I could ever want with life, and I noticed I'm laughing more, smiling brighter, and being nicer to people as well (that's definitely been a problem I've worked hard on. Just ask my parents). So from here, I just need to try to keep my contentment and happiness going, and realizing that life's plan is really for me to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Because I can't force things to happen and expect it to always turn out so beautiful. That's not how life should be lived. It's a ride and I'm here to enjoy it. 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

No Such Thing

"So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies"


This part of the song from John Mayer's No Such Thing really stands out right now. What's the best way to go in life? No one has that answer. Even if you think you do, you don't. Everything is customary to each person in this world. Just like no two snowflakes are alike, nor two fingerprints, no two humans are exactly alike with their life decisions and route they take to live. 

So why does society tell us what is best? Does having an iPhone, going to see _____ movie, or even going to _____ school make you who you are? Make what your life should be? I'm not here to preach how to live your life. I don't even know how to really live my life outside of the basics of what works for me: having a solid faith and relationship with God, love my family and girlfriend, and be as kind and good to everyone around me. But outside of that, what makes life "livable"? 

I'm fighting to figure out my transfer issues with college right now, and it's a real drag to deal with because of the system that's so problematic. I could go into how messed up it is that people who aren't even a citizen like the other 310+ million of us are, are getting into college easier than I am, or how because my parents make "just enough" "on paper" that I can't apply for FAFSA. Thanks alot, middle class white society for that one. 

But really, ever since the dawn of time, the ones that pursue knowledge have turned it into a club to pay to know what they've learned. Not that it's a bad thing. We wouldn't have a lot of things we have today if it wasn't for the people who want to know whats past the stars, or under the sea, or how to make something brighter than a candle and create a spark of electricity. But what's wrong is how selective this club is now. You need a ____ GPA to walk the halls of brainiac university. Better yet, you even need to be of a certain social class to even be looked at right from people. Perfect example: Matt Damon's character Will Hunting from Good Will Hunting. He was a JANITOR for the whizzes that created theorems and hypothesis. Yet he solved a problem that no one else could. Sure he's a rare case, but who is really one to deny anyone of access to knowledge if they really want to pursue it? 

I understand it stems from hard work, and that a lot of people could fail the system for being there so long if they don't understand their areas of work. But why can't we restructure the system on a pay-to-know basis? There's a recent trend in the schools that allow you to retake a class up to three times before you can't take it anymore in the California junior college system. And it's not even from that. What purpose does everyone need to know on the basis of basic classes past high school? Gen-ed college is barely more than what I learned in high school. Why can't it be open-sourced for people that actually WANT to know the information, and pursue it for however long, be accessible easier than the hoops needed to jump through to get to your passions?

I'm going to cool off and think more about my thoughts on this, but this is what's been on my mind this morning. 

Monday, February 18, 2013

Letter To You

I'm going to be honest: I'm sorry. To everyone that I ever have hurt, possibly hurt, or intentionally hurt. I'm sorry. Looking back, I was a jerk. Selfish, even if I didn't think I was. Rude, even if I thought it was clever. So here's a list of apologies I owe. I figure I might as well not keep the skeletons in the closet, and just let it out to dry in open air. So in no order, here's some of the apologies I owe to a lot of people.


My parents: I'm sorry for lying, stealing, deceiving, sneaking around, being mean and rude, and so much more. I'm sorry for not being what I should be at times as a son. For being sarcastic and not handing arguments or family fights the way I should. I'm sorry for skimming the change from the cash to the grocery store when I've had to get stuff. I'm sorry for not being as mature as I need to be at times with things.

My external family: I'm sorry for being rude at family get togethers, not wanting to talk, despite everyone's downfalls, I need to put that past me and still be courteous.

The girls of High school past: I'm sorry for flirting and not following through if I was interested or not. I'm sorry for making out, and I'm sorry for not getting to know you deeper than I did.

To my last ex: I'm sorry for being bitter about things after we broke up. Things happened for a reason, and I wish you the best in life.

Mr. and Mrs. Reeves: I'm sorry for lying to you about that one time Brad and I snuck out after formal to meet girls and not be at the dance where we should have been.

Grandma: I'm sorry for manipulating the situation as a kid and getting more toys at K-mart than you said I could get.

I'm sorry in general for not being as understanding or compassionate as I should be. I'm working on changing this, and I hope to be a better person in the future. I'm assuming some of you are wondering what the heck this post is all about. In short: I'm just feeling bad about things from the past, because of things I'm going through right now. Transitioning in life is hard, and I'm trying to find my own way in this world. It's all just really hard to do. 

Monday, February 11, 2013

No True Title

I really don't know what to say. I'm hurt. I'm mad. But I can't say about what, because that's going against family. I never imagined growing up would be this hard to do.

I'm sitting in Panera, and I've got a really bad headache from all that's gone on. The yelling, the "I'm not going to talk about it", the "be more mature"', the awkward tension in a room.

I get that I've made mistakes. I've made a lot of them. I bounced around from girl to girl in high school. Probably faster than most. Actually no, definitely faster than most.

I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for thinking I was a hotshot with the world at my fingertips and disposal. It's my fault for being who I was.

I'm sorry for the last year. For not being man enough to stand up on my own and say what I should have said.

I'm sorry for right now. For just now getting to the point I can start to quietly express things and attempt to keep my cool, before things are blown up (which they more than often are).

I'm sorry for not being the man I should be, but am desperately trying to be, despite the constant "you need to grow up".

I'm sorry for talking back. Or what people think is talking back, instead, me searching for answers to the ever short question of "WHY?"

I'm sorry for not communicating as well. Or saying what I feel the right way it needs to be said. Or saying it too much.

I wish I could write more. I wish I could really talk about what I feel deep down inside. But I can't do that to my family. But I can say that I wish things were different. I've been wishing that since I was about 12. But they haven't changed. I doubt they will change much. But I'm going to change me. At least I can do that. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

I'm sorry.

Life has been real interesting lately. I've learned a lot in a short amount of time. I realized I've been a jerk to a lot of people. It hasn't been good. Some may not realize that, because it's easy to put up a decent front online, minus the occasional rage-tweet. But I've realized my sarcasm has hurt people. My  what I thought was, snarky and just funny comments were actually hurting people.

I had a long talk with my dad the past few days, and he got me to realize some things I need to work on, and I actually want to progress and make myself better. For one, I need to be more mature with how I treat an argument. Usually I would get very rude, sarcastic, and extremely biting in what I say to people. Especially towards my mom and family. It's not right to them to treat them like that, even if some make comments I don't like back to me, I can't win a fight, fighting fire with fire (that's really hard to type out this early in the morning. Keep thinking I'm unintentionally typing double).

Not only that, but I need to mature up a bit in general. I'll be honest, I would love to marry my girlfriend. But admittedly, I'm not the man she deserves yet. There's aspects, sure. But I need to be better than I am, and thanks to my parents, especially my dad, for showing me how and why I'm not that quite yet, but I'm close and I want to work on being better.

To everyone that I've wronged: I'm sorry. To my mom, sister, dad, family, friends, anyone else in cyberspace I don't know, but have been a jerk to: I'm sorry. I really am, and I wish I could make it up to you some how, but I can at least promise that I'm working to be better from here on.

Now, for the naysayers on questioning where my adventurous side, or dreams have gone (I know you're out there...)

I still have my dreams. I still would love to work for Disney. There's options I'm actually considering I thought I wouldn't with the company. For example: The Disneyland Parks president just transferred over to Walt Disney World in Florida. Without going into too many geek-details, he has done a great job maintaining and enhancing Disneyland. Walt Disney World has some issues, and he's definitely the man to resolve them. So if I graduate, and apply for positions there, I could possibly be moving to Florida for a job I never considered as a kid.

To be honest, if I don't get Disney for some years, and I find other equally cool jobs, then I'm completely okay with that. It's what God gives me, and I'm okay with moving around the country to new places. I love California, and always will, despite the politics, but I'm content now with getting outside my backyard and trying something totally new. Time will tell, but I'm excited to see how this plays out.

From here on, I'm going to be more friendly than I have. Talk to people I've shut out before. Not make the sarcastically rude comments, and learn to speak with a bit more tact and class. It'll only make me a better person. 

Monday, December 3, 2012

Merry Christmas

This post doesn't really have a point or a message, but it's just my thoughts from tonight, and I had to write them down somehow.

8:35pm. I get into my car, tap the voice activation button my steering wheel, speak into the microphone overhead with a firm "bluetooth audio". My car recognizes the command, chimes, and starts playing the music on shuffle.

First it's some Lonestar. The new single is great. Fun and fast tone, all about driving cross country to the girl he loves, with a play on numbers: "It's just five more miles, four streets ahead
Three stoplights till I, I get to the one". 


Second up: Skillet's Comatose. Edgy, hard guitars, loud and in your face about having a life for Christ. "I hate living without you, Dead wrong to ever doubt you, But my demons lay in waiting, Tempting me away, Oh how I adore you, Oh how I thirst for you, Oh how I need you, Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you"

And as the road winds and falls on the hour drive in the dark back home, the music mellows out, and then all of a sudden Third Day's Merry Christmas comes up. This is where my thoughts begin, thanks to the songs inspiring my posts.

This song has a bit of a backstory. If you haven't heard it, click on the video, listen and keep reading: 




You see, my family is really cool. We have my dad, mom, myself, sister Emily, and Hannah. An American family of five. The difference? Hannah isn't like us. She's not the same skin color, hair color, and probably even as she gets older, height. She's adopted from China. Here's the first photo we ever got of her.


We spent years filing paperwork for a little girl that, at the time, wasn't even born yet. Why? Because we wanted to save a life from a country that would otherwise let her grow to be 14, then kick her out on the streets with literally nothing but a name, or she could have been aborted due to China's strict laws on the amount of children a family could have. 

As we got closer and closer to finishing the adoption, the band Third Day came out with a Christmas Album. As fans of the band, we had to get this CD. Mom, Emily and I were in town one day and we stopped at Target, picked up what we needed, and got the CD as well. As we're sitting in the car getting ready to leave, I pop the CD in, and hit the song that doesn't have a familiar title. I'm weird like that. I skip the classics to find the new stuff. Anyway...the song starts playing, and as we drive out of the parking lot, the three of us completely lose it.

Why? Because literally exactly like that song, we're sitting here in America in our huge SUV, fast food soda cup and all, while my little sister is in some orphanage alone. Without a mom or dad to hug, a Nativity scene to look at, or tree to decorate, or Christmas eve service to go to and sing with everyone else. She was in a crib with not much to play with, and without a family that loved her at the moment. 

Flash forward to July two years later. 


This is the video of the trip. Come back up here after reading and enjoy a viewing of it. 


We're on a plane to china to get this girl that's now our family. We spent three weeks in China visiting her homeland, and a few days into the trip, she's ours. We first see her coming off the elevator scared to death, because this is the first time she's ever been outside the orphanage. Factor in a multi-hour bus ride to where we were in China, and the first time she's ever seen a white person, she was practically mortified. But over time we all got used to each other, and now four years later, she's running all over this house, being a happy five year old who won't stop doing cartwheels from her gymnastics practice, or waking me up on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons with her (big brother had to teach her the classics of Tom and Jerry). 

And what got me tonight on the way home, is that I'm now twenty. I've been on this earth for two decades, and she's only been here a quarter of that time. I have a car payment, insurance, college books, gas, and more to pay for. I have a girlfriend I'm in a incredibly serious relationship with. I've been stressed out of my mind lately about everything, and worrying too dang much about everything going on with work, family drama, how to afford things, and more. Hailey, my girlfriend, even pointed out a single grey hair in my beard the other day. 


But on the drive home, as the song finished out, I couldn't help but think of hannah. This five year old girl who has my heart wrapped around her tiny little fingers, and can get me to do anything for her. She has no fear of the world, and just wants to laugh and watch Disney movies. And I couldn't help but pray for her parents. Not my parents who are now hers. But her biological ones. I pray for them because they more than likely will never know what she's doing here in the United States. They won't know she got reconstructive surgery on her cleft lip and palate. They won't know that she's excelling faster than anyone else in her class at gymnastics. Or how she is obsessed with quoting Tangled, Brave, Aladdin, and Finding Nemo as she watches them. But then I thank God for the blessing that my family got to receive this little girl into our lives, because now, I can't ever imagine life without her. She's the most beautifully innocent little girl who laughs at my cartoon voices, argues with my other sister over sharing the bathroom (even at five years old, yes, this happens), and gets on my parents nerves for knowing how to turn the Wii on and play video games when she's supposed to be sleeping. And I thank God every day for her now being a part of our family. 


My little Nan <3 p="p">

Saturday, December 1, 2012

K-Cup Overflow: The Spilling Logic Of Al Lutz

For the fan community, receiving bits and pieces of 'backstage' news about upcoming projects is always exciting to hear. From finding out that projects are ahead of schedule, or that there's actually more than what is being lead to believe, fans love hearing this type of news.

The problem that comes up, however, is who to believe as a reliable source? Who's the guru with the magic insider info ball that can tell us what's going on?

As I sit here with my orange juice and cookie buttered toast (forget Nutella. Cookie butter is the new thing going on at the breakfast colored building), I'm going to question and point out things in the founder of MiceAge's (Al Lutz) column that "only get posted when there is something to report on, and not before." I'm not here to defame Mr. Lutz, despite previous twitter posts, but point out and question what's being posted from a logical standpoint. 

Clips and Excerpts are what's being used, not the entire post, mind you. 

Part One 

The little things you do together…

As regular readers know, TDA cancelled the 56 year old tradition with the excuse that Disneyland was suddenly too busy to close two hours early on a slow winter weekday.
The truth was that TDA cancelled the parties due to pressure to conform to the “One Disney” corporate mantra after Orlando execs got huffy that Disneyland was still throwing company Christmas parties in the park for lowly Cast Members, as if Walt was still alive and a spirit of warm camaraderie still existed.
But Monday and Tuesday of this week, days that would have been perfect to host the traditional parties, have even lower attendance than usual due to the extended Christmas season this year. And with DCA 2.0 now glowing with sky-high customer satisfaction ratings, the early closure of Disneyland while DCA stayed open in the evening would have much less impact to the customer experience than at any time in the past decade.
The excuse that Disneyland Park is too busy now to host a private employee Christmas party is simply a lie from TDA, and it’s important to note that here for all the Cast Members in Anaheim who are still grumbling about the bah-humbug spirit flown in from Florida that has ruined yet another Disneyland tradition. Never mind all of the perks and benefits ladled on the sprawling Florida property, things that Anaheim Cast Members don’t have and  likely will never see, like on-site subsidized daycare, on-site subsidized healthcare, urgent-care and pharmacy, a private beach and recreation club, efficient employee parking, etc., etc.
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Yes, the Cast Member Christmas parties were cancelled. But is it really because of One Disney initiative? I don't believe that. Disneyland could easily still do them if they wanted. Orlando is notorious for wanting things on the cheap and not shelling out for the extra. It's evident in the way that the facade looks for the new Legends of Jack Sparrow attraction. But what some don't also realize is that could have been due to allotted budgets. Also, did anyone ever think that Disney has to cut them for now to prep for other initiatives and programs in the future? I don't have insider sources with this, but I'm just questioning the "what if?" here.  
He's right, it could have easily happened that Disney shut down early for two nights earlier in November to make this happen. There was a night Tomorrowland closed early for a Cast Member halloween party. It's definitely possible. But why make Disney out to be the bad guy in this? They're a company that has billions of dollars to handle, and thousands of jobs to handle. It's a logistical nightmare, but not in the way it's portrayed by Al. Would any of the fans like to step up and coordinate the things this company does, even on a daily, if not hourly basis? 
As for perks and benefits, it's obvious Florida has the room to do it. Out here in Los Angeles and Orange County, things are obviously a little tight, ever since the 1950's when Walt came to Anaheim to build Disneyland. Remember that? You know, when ground broke for the park, and instant mom and pop hotels and diners came in next door? Yea, Orange County is tighter on space than Florida. Plus you have to drive a lot farther in general in Florida, compared to the "everything is everywhere" style that is out here in SoCal. Granted, it could happen that Disney does this for Anaheim, however, with an area of 8-million people, I'm sure grandma and grandpa in Fountain Valley can watch the kids of their kids living over in Irvine. Same goes for Urgent Care. There's places all over the area that can be contracted out with Disney to help assist cast members, and from some low-level CM's that work the park I know, I've heard there's physical therapists that help massage those calf muscles walking all over the park for work, or stretch those arms from waving the nighttime orange glow sticks. Not sure if those therapists can do anything though for vocal cord strains from yelling "stay to your left" for two hours as guests file back down Main Street...

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Part Two
"Cars Land, obviously, is the silver bullet behind this comprehensive change at the Resort, after DCA made solid incremental improvements every year since 2008 with additional attractions, shows and aesthetic improvements around the park. The word is now out in the theme park industry about Cars Land and DCA, and this fall various industry executives were paraded through DCA by pleased TDA executives.
The red carpet was even rolled out recently for top executives from Universal Studios Hollywood, who are busy planning their own Harry Potter land, with George Kalogridis leading the Universal execs on a tour of DCA and showing off Radiator Springs Racers and all the Cars Land attractions. Top executives from Sea World, the TEA industry trade group, as well as parks from Europe and Asia have all made an official pilgrimage to Cars Land this fall.
But it’s not just suits from outside Disney that want to see what all the fuss is about. Other top Disney executives have been spending multiple days in Cars Land, before heading up the freeway to Glendale to see how Imagineering might be able to duplicate the land in their own property back home. While Disney Hollywood Studios is the leading contender for a WDW park to get a scaled down version of Cars Land late this decade, Imagineers and John Lasseter are already frustrated by the Orlando executive never ending requests to trim and scale back the project. (Remember, the Orlando folks get excited about walls, and Princess meet and greets as opposed to actual rides. No wonder bookings are hurting.)
So while WDI lets the Orlando team mull over their downsized options and how to cut them back even further, the Imagineers are moving on to a different client for their Cars Land cloning machine, and it’s a client that has WDI and John Lasseter salivating.
Earlier this month the top executives from Oriental Land Company, including their President and CEO, made a rare multi-day visit to Anaheim and Glendale. They spent hours touring Cars Land before going on to a private dinner at the Carthay Circle restaurant. They also spent a full day in Glendale where WDI gave presentations and showed models of how a nearly identical version of Anaheim’s Cars Land could fit perfectly in the space currently used for their version of… Frontierland.
To get Cars Land into Tokyo Disneyland, much of Tokyo’s “Westernland” would need to be repurposed and the Rivers of America section would be removed entirely. Thunder Mountain, the Country Bear Jamboree and the original frontier town buildings would remain at the front of the land, with the Western River Railroad continuing to circle the property. But towards the back of Westernland the entire Rivers of America would be leveled and turned into Cars Land.
This plan has gained fast traction with the OLC team, as the current real estate used for the Rivers of America takes up a huge amount of space but delivers very little in the way of attraction capacity for that crowded park. Tokyo’s three Rivers of America attractions combined; the Mark Twain Riverboat, Tom Sawyer Island Rafts and Davy Crockett Canoes, only manage about 1,500 riders per hour on even the busiest afternoons. And at dusk the Island and the Canoes shut down, leaving half an operating day with just a few hundred riders per hour taking an evening cruise on the Mark Twain. The Rivers of America is simply a huge waste of space with very little payoff in Tokyo.
Comparatively, the three Cars Land attractions combined in Anaheim are now returning well over 3,000 riders per hour up to 16 hours per day; 1,600 per hour at Racers, 900 per hour at Mater’s, and 800 per hour at Luigi’s (now that the beach balls are gone and loading is faster).  That additional capacity is a huge selling point for the Japanese executives, with the wild popularity of Cars Land with Japanese tourists in Anaheim a good indicator of future popularity if it were to be cloned for Tokyo Disneyland. Replacing the Rivers of America with Cars Land in Tokyo would buy the OLC triple the daily rider capacity in a splashy expansion that could fuel Tokyo resort attendance for years, and the Japanese are now contemplating jumping in and fast-tracking the project while the Orlando executives continue to dawdle and downsize."
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Knowing WDI, they've got to have a concept on the drawing boards for everything. I mean, Tony Baxter was quoted at one point that they were looking to turn the Submarine Voyage at Disneyland into an attraction themed to that steam-punk film Atlantis. As a boy, I loved the film, but now that I'm older, I definitely understand why they didn't go that route, and went with the orange and white clownfish instead. 
Point is, they have to constantly find ideas to make, whether they become reality or not. So obviously there's ideas for attractions based on Cars 2, and who knows, they may actually see the light of day, given how insanely popular the franchise brand is. It makes sense that Tokyo would want something like this. I have to give them a lot respect. Tokyo knows how to operate a theme park not just on their holiday offerings, but on what they put into their parks. Looking at Google Earth, one can easily see the potential for the Cadillac Range being added to the back corner of the Frontierland, making way for Carsland. 

In the fan community, Orlando seems to pay for the cheaper things tourists shell money out for. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, but why short change yourself? The new Fantasyland is something that needs to be done on all projects. Go big or go home, right? Tokyo and Anaheim seem to have done this, and it's paying off every day for them. 

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Part Three

Meanwhile, in Anaheim, there’s plenty of unglamorous work about to begin in 2013 to prepare for Anaheim’s NextGen programs that will be first rolling out in January at Walt Disney World. NextGen will allow tourists and day-trippers to plan their visits down to the minutest detail, with a payoff of hyper-personalization from attractions, shows and restaurants during their visit. NextGen requires a lot of infrastructure to be installed, and most new facilities built after Cars Land have that infrastructure already included in the plans. The new Fantasy Faire meet n’ greet pavilion that opens March 10th (with AP previews and soft openings for a few days before that) has its NextGen data infrastructure installed, but it won’t be turned on for at least another year.
The first thing that needs to change in Anaheim to get NextGen up and running are the entry turnstiles. Much has been made about the lack of biometric finger scans in Anaheim, which are a big part of the entry turnstiles in the Orlando parks. The truth is that the biometric equipment and logistical setups require more space than Disneyland has, and the number of entry lanes would be reduced if biometric screening was installed in Anaheim. A compromise is under consideration for Anaheim to create a NextGen entry process that uses simply RFID tags.
But what has TDA the most worried is the impact all of the NextGen offerings on the huge Annual Passholder demographic, as NextGen caters mostly to tourists and day-trippers who have planned their visit far in advance. It’s that looming PR problem that local AP holders will have with NextGen that now has TDA trying to come up with as many extra perks as possible for Annual Passholders, to not only justify the next round of price increases for the popular passes, but to also offer examples of things AP’s receive that NextGen tourists don’t.
The sudden decision to offer the Candlelight Ceremony on 20 consecutive nights this year and give the seats away to AP holders as a “perk” is only the latest example of TDA’s increasingly panicked attitude toward the looming NextGen rollout. That Candlelight decision was so rushed that it caught many of the planning groups off guard, and the logistical hurdles are causing many late nights for the Disneyland operations teams tasked with making it all work for three weeks straight.
NextGen is a massive Billion dollar program that has been in development for years and is primarily overseen by Florida executives, and the consideration of Southern California annual passholders wasn’t on their radar for most of that development. But when the average Annual Passholder of 2014 drops by Disneyland on a Sunday afternoon to find all the Fastpasses gone, all of the best seating for shows and parades reserved, and all of the best restaurants booked solid with NextGen tourists receiving personalized attention from CM’s, you can bet they won’t be too happy with NextGen. (Especially after another price increase…) Thus the rush to throw as many perks and extra benefits at AP holders as possible in 2013.
As we’ve told you before, the NextGen project in Anaheim is approximately 18 months behind the timetable for Orlando. The program kicks off formally this January at Disney World and expands throughout the spring, and should be rolling in Anaheim by the summer of 2014. But for now, TDA is focused on the approaching peak holiday season. With DCA now soaking up 40,000+ visitors who willingly go there first and happily stay there all day, this could be the first time in over a decade that Disneyland doesn’t have to close their turnstiles due to overcrowding during the week between Christmas and New Years. And that’s a Christmas present that TDA has been wishing for since 2001.
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There's a lot of thoughts on this. As for Anaheim, The RFID idea sounds like it can be far easier to handle. A simple radio wave can allow access into the parks, and could shift Cast Member jobs elsewhere, with a shorter staff watching and helping guests in. RFID could even be implemented into guests single/multi-day tickets. 

With NextGen and the AP crowd, I sort of laugh at, because unless you're normal, there's a large amount of APer's I've watched around the park, and boy are they a feisty bunch of people. "What do you mean I can't use my discount at the Cozy Cone? I want my discount!" or the stampeding groups hunting down any unsuspecting cast member wearing a lanyard, hoping to trade, with their turkey legs in hand....it's scary. 

Disney knows how they're going to handle it, and they're already doing great with their Twitter handle for DCA (@DCAToday), and even the AP movie nights inside the Opera House. The little things like this are paying off, and will continue to pay off. 

As for sections of Disney not communicating with the other in general, I doubt it's this bad. To be honest, if they were like this, projects would come out looking really far worse. Sure there's miscommunication, but the 20 nights had to have been planned farther out than what's being described. 


It's going to be amazing to see what else Disney has up their sleeves. I'm excited to see what comes to the Original park after DCA, and not just the resort, but around Anaheim as well. This area could very well be THE park to go to between Walt Disney World and here. Let's hope it stays that way. 



Thursday, November 15, 2012

Comic Change

I've got 56 minutes before class starts, and I just finished watching "With Great Power: The Stan Lee Story". If you have Netflix, definitely give it a watch. I'm not the biggest comic book reader, since I never grew up on them, and read other things, however, with the recent (past 10 years?) rise of comic book films becoming an incredibly strong staple in American, and now international entertainment, I've started to look into what makes these films popular, and where the film's stories come from the originals. It's quite interesting to see how much goes into the details of not just the comic book film, but the comics alone, and how amazing of an art form it is.

However recently, I had a discussion with a old high school classmate about the recent Star Wars buyout from Disney, and then it led into Marvel's buyout as well. Disney is ruler of Hollywood, in my opinion. They own so much that people don't realize actually how much they own. I mean, look at the list:

ABC Broadcasting
ESPN
Buena Vista Home Distribution
ABC Family
Disney Channel (world wide)
Hyperion Books
Marvel Entertainment
The El Capitan Theater
Muppets Studio
Hollywood Records
Pixar Studios
Touchstone Pictures

and now Lucasfilm, which also includes one of, if not the biggest VFX studios, ILM (Industrial Light and Magic).

They're huge. This doesn't even cover the span of theme parks, cruise lines, food or clothing products, or buying the licensing rights to James Cameron's Avatar for a new land in Orlando's Animal Kingdom.

My friend tried to say how buying out Marvel and Lucasfilm is bad. How the stories, books and comics will be ruined. And I realized, are they really going to be? I really doubt it.

The thing is, books and comics aren't as popular anymore. I'm sad about it, because I love reading a good novel or story like any other coffee drinking hipster who dwells in the corner of Barnes and Noble. But the fact is, Disney bought out these two companies for a reason. To entertain, and create new stories and bring things otherwise shuttered, to life. I highly doubt that Ant Man would have been brought to life on the silver screen if it wasn't bought out by Disney. Not just that, but also, why would someone (meaning the general public) want to read a comic that has a photo of an explosion, with a few lines of dialogue, when they could go drop $10 and see two hours of explosions, with snarky, well written one-liners, and now a cast of actors that blows the roof off any other comic book films previously made to Iron Man?

We're living in a time where people want mindless entertainment. The late Timothy Leary had it right, and the saying goes for people today. All they want to do is Turn On, Tune In, and Drop Out. Why else would trash shows such as Jersey Shore, or 16 and Pregnant be as relevant to pop culture? Or a film like Transformers 3 be as "good" (Yes, the action was fun, but for the love of Autobots is that film long in the tooth...) as others?

My final question is this: Where is the quality anymore? Why aren't popular films like the calibre of the films of old like Casablanca, or African Queen? Where is the storytelling in the popular culture films? It's in films that Marvel is cranking out. The next few years are going to be explosive, and not just literally. We very well may see a rise in these films that would rival anything ever put out. With the way Marvel has blended the worlds of their characters, and laid them out to each have their own story in individual films, then tying them all into the Avengers, and soon to be Avengers 2, this is going to be a long haul of films coming out, that only scratch the surface of the Marvel universe. And soon, the same could be said for Lucasfilm, and the galaxies of Star Wars. Who's to say Disney isn't already scheming up plots for a Boba Fett film, or do something outside of the Jedi realm? There are infinite possibilities. Now that Disney holds the keys to Marvel and Lucasfilm, the rest of Hollywood better look out, and get their fingers to the keyboard to crank out scripts to compete. Otherwise, the Mouse is going to reign big.


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Finding A Window When The Door's Shut


Declined. 


But that's okay. There's a reason for this, and actually, I'm not too upset over not getting it. Sure, it'd be cool to get the internship. However, the reason I'm not upset over it is because I can have family time now. I'm not going anywhere now for a while, and I'm happy with that. If you don't know why I'm happy, please read back to my last post (here: link ). I missed out on a lot of family stuff the past nine or ten months, and I don't want to miss more of it than I have to. 

I'm even planning on doing my major here, since they offer the same thing I was going to go south for, and it's cheaper for the same thing (Win goes to the chain  school system that is Cal-States). So I can save all my money, and not live poor and half-starved like I was gearing up for down south. Sure, it's pushing moving out of here a few years back, however long term, I believe this will pay off a lot better, considering the relationship I have now is blossoming into something great, and I have time to spend with my family that I really don't want to miss out on. I'm young. Why should I rush being alone in some apartment in the city yet? There's still time to be with my family like I always have, and I'm happy with this. So in a round about way, thank you, Disney for not accepting me (just yet, hopefully). There's still unfinished life to live where I am now, and I'm going to finish it here. 

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Little Moments


I'm sitting in class. It's 6:42pm as I'm writing this. It's halloween. Kids are out there trick or treating, fulfilling their night portraying their favorite superhero, cowgirl, vampire, and so on. My sisters are out at a church party with my girlfriend right now. And I'm missing out.

Some might think this isn't a big deal. I do. I've grown up being really close to my family. Close as in my parents know everything, even if I don't tell them, they can just tell something is up with me. My sisters are the greatest ever, and always make me smile, despite arguing with them every so often. Being close like this means I very much look forward to the family vacations, the movie nights at home, or the football games for dad. And especially nights like this.

I think this is really hitting me hard this year because life is finally hitting me. And it sucks. I don't want to be here. I want to be with my family. I want to see my baby sister Hannah's excited face when she's running around doing those cheaply themed carnival games, loading up on candy she'll never eat. It's hitting me, because I had a long period of time earlier this year I was, for lack of better words, an ass to everyone. I was miserable with the girl I was dating, because how torn between her and my family I was, and I missed out on a lot of family things, because I felt that the girlfriend was higher priority, because I let her control things. I shouldn't have, but I did. And it hurt my relationship with my family. I missed out on my sister's gymnastic performance. I missed my dad's football stuff. I didn't even do fantasy baseball leagues with my dad, and that's not like me.

But now that the past is behind me, and I'm where I know I belong in life right now, I don't want to miss any more. I hate myself for being mean to my family back then, and I want to correct that. I know I can't make up for lost time, but I want to be there for the future time. I don't know what my plans for college are yet, but I really want to be close. I don't want to be in the world alone yet, and somewhere where I miss out on a gymnastics performance of Hannah's, or getting to take photos of my sister's first date.

If anything, I wish more people would spend time with family, as well. A lot of friends want to move out and go away from their family because they hate it, and some deserve to. But things aren't always as bad as they sometimes seem, and those little moments of laughter in the kitchen from a surprise attack of a wet towel war, or food fight. They're disappearing faster than I want, and I want to hold onto these as long as I can.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Paradise Dreams

Reworked an old work I wrote a while back. Let me know what you think of this. 



I miss the beach.
I want to feel the cold Pacific Ocean surround me as I surf through the barrel of that perfect breaking left wave as the latest storm rolls in from the middle of ocean.
That sticky feeling of dried saltwater after surfing, and my hair’s all a mess 'cause I left my hat at home.
I want the smell of my favorite local seafood place just up the block from the sand, swirling its tempting, salty, buttery aromas in front of me, luring my stomach into endless groans of hunger.

Then,
There's my girl.
The girl who is right next to me on the waves.
The girl who constantly loves to run her fingers playfully through my messy head of hair.
That same girl who walks with me hand in hand, playing with my fingers, walking up to that restaurant right off the beach, and we smile at the owners as we walk in, and chat about the earlier surf session.
The same girl who leaves her car parked down at the beach, and we decide to walk back to her house up the hill.
The girl that wants me, and only me to kiss her goodnight, but somehow delays it for forty five minutes as we end up sitting and talking under that soft yellow glow of the single porch light, watching the storm creep closer on the horizon.
And as we say goodnight, I can still imagine it all going on as if it were yesterday.

College in the Midwest sucks when you grow up your whole life living in paradise.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Tailgating to Stargaze

Simple is often better. In the case of last night, that's for sure. Like a lot of people on this earth, I've had my share of hard times. Mine might be easier than some, or harder than others. But that's the beauty of humanity. We're all on our own levels in life.

I've had a few broken hearts. I've broken a few hearts. But last night, nothing was broken. 

My mom had to borrow my car for a trip, and dad had the other family car, so I used his truck to drive. It's a behemoth of machinery. Ford F-350, crew cab, extended bed. The kind of truck that you pick motorcycles and honda civics out of the grill.


My girlfriend works as a part-time DJ at the local radio station, and she had a shift last night on air. I came in the last hour to hang out before getting dinner, and it was a lot of fun to just sit and watch her in her element. After she ended her shift, we bounced out of there, and went over to her family's house for dinner, which was amazing. It's always fun getting to have just a lighthearted and easy going conversation with people on any topic, and that's how it is all the time with them. Actually, thanks to her parents talking about their vacation and spa package they got, I wanna throw my wallet at the next sauna I see and say "have this for the next few months".


Zombies, or Junior High students? Probably both..

After dinner we decided to go do the final maze at the local Haunt attraction. Wasn't scary...because all it was, was a corn maze. But still, holding her hand and walking around in circles and losing track of where North or South was was entertaining enough. Once we finally made it out of the maze, and away from the crowd of short Junior High kids, who all had the similar arrogant independence that only comes with the age, we made our way back to the truck to leave.

We didn't really know what we wanted to do. The showtimes at the movies weren't right for what we wanted to watch, and the mazes aren't that scary once you go through them after the first time. So we just decided to get coffee and see where the night led. So we drove over to Starbucks, got coffee, and decided to drive around.

With Jack Fm playing this odd playlist (seriously, Katy Perry playing right after Creedence Clearwater?), we drove around for probably an hour just listening to music and talking about school, family, and life. Then we found a half-constructed road that should, by now have had houses surrounding it, but thanks to the market crash, PVC Pipe, rebar wire and ditches surrounded the sides of the asphalt, unattended for who knows how long.

I crawl the truck to a stop, flick the lights off, shut off the engine, and we step out into the somewhat cool night. Tailgate down. Coffee in hand. We sit. I hold her hand, and she smiles.

For the next two hours we sit and take an occasional time lapse photo (that turned out terrible, thanks to not working with my new camera much..) of the night sky. But we talk. About God. The Universe, childhood traditions, favorite sodas, and eighties movies. What we want with our lives, and where we want to be in ten years. That's all we did, and it was amazing.

From my previous posts on this blog, you'll know that I cherish innocence, and that's exactly what this night was. It was fun, easy, and innocent. The fact that two teenagers (soon to be one, thanks to my 20th birthday coming up in 10 days) could sit and talk, and beat the stereotype that teens are unable to control their emotions and desires of physicality (I'm being polite here. You know exxxactly what I'm talking about), was another thing that I appreciate about last night, and the relationship period.

The future is unknown, but I know something about it. I found someone who I want to share it with, and hope that I can. God willing, it can happen. 

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