Blind Idiot God

Yeah like a log flume or a huge Ferris Wheel... sigh The flume barely provided a drizzle, and Colossus never seemed to be running whenever I was there during its run. Also, I generally avoid anything that gets me significantly wet due to my tendency to carry my wallet and cell on me, neither of which I want to be exposed to water.

I've been yelled at by random people for wearing band shirts at parks fairly often. Something about "inappropriate images", which is, of course, quite amusing coming from someone who was screaming and swearing at her kids just a minute ago.

Yeah, SFNE could definitely use a cooldown attraction thanks to how ridiculously hot and humid that place gets in the summer.

All I'm hoping for from here is that they can squeeze in a small Eurofighter, a ZacSpin, or a SFDK Superman clone in the inevitable former Flashback site.

A friend of mine got sprayed (albeit not in large quantities) with battery acid when the battery to his truck blew up on him while he was checking the engine to see why we had broken down. We took to calling him "Harvey Dent" after that; needless to say, he was not amused.

Y'think that's bad? Try seeing Skyrush being called a "Bizarro/MF ripoff" all the time.

They don't do assigned seating on Batman all the time; if you're lucky, you'll catch them on a day where they don't care and will let you do whatever.

I saw the same thing happening at SFNE one time; little kid was doing precisely that in the Cyclone queue and was balanced rather precariously. I politely told him that it was a bad idea to do that and that he could get seriously hurt, and next thing you know, his mother comes over and starts yelling at me to stay away from her kid, yelling something about racism as well. The kid and his mom were, after all, black; while I am probably the least judgmental person you can find when it comes to race, the kid's mom looked and acted like one of the most offensively stereotypical ghetto mamas ever, to the point where I really felt bad for him. He even seemed embarrassed by her outburst. Thankfully, another guest (who also happened to be black) backed me up and basically told her to shut up and leave it, and she backed down. The rest of the day went without incident, though. Still, people REALLY need to actually parent their goddamn kids instead of just letting them run loose and throwing hissy fits when something goes wrong.

Weekdays are generally tolerable as far as crowds go, with Goliath having the only major line. Just be prepared for it to be hot as balls out and to have to mooch a ton of free tap water if you don't want to shell out for bottled (and really, who does?). As far as seats that make or break a ride go, Cyclone is only worth a ride if you get the back or if it's been raining, the latter of which will probably be a non-issue.

So they're basically admitting that they're violating the park's rules, and failed to realize these so-called 'new rules.' Sorry, but line jumping policies have been there for ages. My understanding as a kid: use the restroom before you go on the ride, and if you decide not to or don't have to, but suddenly have to go in line, just wait it out. If I were the parent, I would have made sure the kids were ready to get in line (as in get their bathroom duties out of the way) and tell them that once in line they can't leave the line unless they aren't going to ride at all. And yes, I would have probably been annoyed at 6 kids all doing their 'excuse me' routine. Y'know, I actually saw some drunk literally piss off the side of the walkway in the Boulder Dash queue last October. I mean, having to use the bathroom is not an excuse to leave and then cut back in, but that sure ain't acceptable either.

Y'know, after the Rattler gets its all-but-confirmed Rocky Mountain treatment, I'd love to see the same done for the Cyclone. The small footprint leaves less room for monkeying around with the layout, so with any luck we could basically have it returned to its original layout, only with a few tweaks to make it even crazier. I'd totally be down with this. Used to be a world-class ride like the Texas Giant, and there's no reason why it can't be reborn like that.

The Cyclone is ridiculous right after a rainstorm to the point of almost being on Bizarro's level; I know it sounds like mere hyperbole, but a post-rain Cyclone ride is probably the wildest ride I've ever had on anything.

Those things are inflatable, but she was still obviously making it up.

It's also possible that we could be getting something akin to a Stengel dive.

Probably a ridiculously crowded day at Canobie last year that was made worse by a ton of incredibly rude, disrespectful teenagers, several of whom tried to start fights with me simply because I looked in their direction. Oh, and it was also hot as balls. No, seriously, I was just about drowning in my own sweat. The icing on the cake came when I blocked some scrawny little wigger (who had an extremely prominent lisp, which made his profanity-laden threats and homophobic insults even more hilarious) and his degenerate buddies from linejumping a group of mentally retarded kids who were out with their caregivers on an outing; if there's one thing I hate more than linejumpers, it's linejumpers who try to take advantage of people who they know won't do anything. Y'know what I got in return? Around five or six of the whitest kids I've ever seen (and by that, I mean the most stereotypical wiggers ever), including the original offender, tried to jump me in the parking lot and backed off only when a particularly massive security guard decided to make a beeline for them. I could have taken them, but that was a headache I really didn't need. Oh, and as a final "**** you, dude" from the hands of fortune, I had to take a long-ass detour thanks to a water main that had blown on the main road. Yeah, that sucked.

Dude... how could you even stomach those nachos? The "cheese" looks like something you'd get out of a lanced boil.

It seems like they're very loosely theming it to an oil derrick.

If you're a big enough guy, confront the linejumpers. I'm 6'0 and 190; whenever I've dealt with them, I've been able to intimidate them into reversing their steps. They always seem to be a bunch of skinny little teenagers, so it's not like it takes much effort.

In all honesty, I'd probably work as a scare actor if I didn't have to worry about getting assaulted by some drunken douchebag, as I certainly do believe that I'd do an awesome job at it.

I haven't, but one of my buddies worked as a scare actor at Canobie for Screemfest one year. Said it was a pretty fun job overall (he was one of the chainsaw guys); outside of dealing with the occasional confrontational parent or belligerent drunk (he did get punched in the face by some guy on his last night there), he didn't have any issues. Pay wasn't spectacular, but he wasn't exactly expecting much anyways.

Yeah because they routinely just lift things up without securing them. Another gem from the VF site. Second one made no sense. I'm 6' and have had no issues with lap bars at my height. If anything it's OTSRs that are worse for tall people. I still don't have issues with them. I've been on various Boomerangs and SLCs, and none of them have bothered me. I have massive shoulders and a fairly muscular neck, so that probably helps.

****in' magnets, how do they work?

Damn, that's nice. And I'm not too concerned about the Vekoma trains, considering that I'm 6'0 and don't really get thrown around.

Again, SFNE gets a bunch of people from Holyoke, Springfield, Hartford, Waterbury, and New Haven, none of which can be considered nice cities by any stretch, but it doesn't bother me. I've been through enough inner-city areas to know that a good portion of the residents are totally indifferent to your being there and want nothing more than to let you be on your way.

When you live in New England, profanity really doesn't tend to bother you because virtually everyone swears left and right here. I don't even notice half of it at SFNE, and that's right next to Springfield, one of the nastiest cities in the entire region.