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^Are you volunteering, Reed?

The TPR '08 visit to Fuji-Queue sounds even worse than the one in '07. I do kind of regret missing out on the Thomas Town and "coffin" dark rides, though; then again, I had to wait so damn long for everything else . . . Remember: a day at Fuji-Queue is like a day without sunshine. PS: It seems rather appropriate that Explorer on my home computer crashed three times when I tried to check out the Fuji-Queue update.

^I respect your opinion regarding some members' trip reports. Each person has their own way of doing them, which is something I really appreciate about TPR. Godard once said the best way to criticize a film is to make your own film. You can apply that to TRs, I think.

I agree--a very nice TR with good pics and good info. (I've never been to Boomers, but will avoid the place on Saturday nights.) Thanks for sharing. And MrSkyWhirl, methinks that, for a member with so few posts, thou doth protest too much.

His actions betray a serious lack of foresight on his part.

I think you should take the pictures, then decide whether or not you want to post them. Thread locked.

. . . that's been trained to push a buoy to your loved one in exchange for a sardine.

Ah, but dolphins are mammals.

Based on your school's colors and running outfit, are you in training to be a Green Lantern or something? Congratulations on running the marathon. I have trouble enough walking a mile or so a day.

It is "medium-sized" pearl barley (Richfood brand), which needs to be boiled for about 45 minutes (1 cup of barley in 2 cups of water, as I recall--which yields about 3 cups of cooked barley). Quaker Oats makes a "quick barley" that you can cook in 10 minutes (but my market doesn't sell it). And, yes, I rinsed the barley ahead of time to remove toxins, dead bugs, and any remaining rat feces that exceed federal limits. (Not sure what the minimum daily requirement is for rat feces.) And, yep--the soup is pretty durn good, if I do say so myself.

The gators must really enjoy this. There was a restaurant in Colfax, Calif. (a town in the Sierra Nevada mountains) that used to feature "gator steaks" every Wednesday. The joint was called Dirty Dingus McGee's.

^That makes sense, but I'm also thinking in terms of name recognition. It might be worth it to any new buyer to be able to keep the "Busch Gardens" name.

They could pull a fairly hefty licensing fee, I think. This would be as close to "free" advertising as they could get--all Busch/InBev would have to do is provide the beer and cash the checks.

^DO NOT miss Pooh's Hunny Hunt at TDL--even if you hate Pooh. It is the best Fantasyland dark ride ever. POTC is pretty much identical to the California version, as is Space Mountain (only without music). Journey to the Center of the Earth at TDS is great, and I like Sindbad's Storybook Adventures quite a bit, too.

So, do you have any "uncooperative" vegetables in your refrigerator? The kind that taste like, well, crap, until they're cooked into something? Like, say, soup. Well, I decided to take matters into my own hands by teaching some stubborn veggies a lesson--by cooking them into vegetable barley soup! Yes, I am now their master! All photosynthetic organisms fear my wrath! Your time of judgment has come! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! And they're so tasty now, too. On to the Chamber of the Inquisition, er, I mean, the kitchen! Add a nice warm hunk of cornbread and a glass of Sierra Nevada Stout, and dinner is served! Thanks for reading. If so, discard the bay leaf. Take the leaf, ever so gently, between your right thumb and index finger. Check carefully. Is it between the thumb and index finger? And now, the most delicate part of the whole procedure. Our bay leaf has served his purpose, and now must be carefully retrieved from the boiling broth. Sniff! Yes, you are definitely smelling more "agreeable," now. Aw, are you too cold now? Perhaps bringing you to a boil and letting you simmer for a half-hour will make you more "comfortable." . . . and the barley, which you remembered to cook earlier--right? Oops! Don't forget the bay leaf . . . Oh, is it too hot for you? Have some water! Hell, have two-and-one-fourth cups of water! Ten minutes or so in bubbling hot margarine will teach you veggies about obedience. Yes, Food Club products! Remember--"food" is our first name. My collaborators, the seasonings, are all too willing to take a hand. This TR is brought to you by the entire line of quality Food Club products! Yes, if the word "club" is in the name, it has to be bargain! Die, you bloodless blob! I make no promises when it comes to fungi, though! Heh, heh, heh! I promise that there will be no more scenes of vegetable abuse in this TR. Done. Time to circumcise the carrot. I have no need of your skin, carrot scum! Those of you with castration anxiety might want to look away. Senor Onion, feel the sweet kiss of Senorita Blade! Ole! For example, Monsieur Cabbage will feel the tender embrace of Madame Cuisnart! I need but a cup of your shredded flesh! So, you stubborn spawn of agri-business refuse to coorperate, do you? Well, we have ways of making you more "agreeable."

Probably wouldn't be too hard to change that zeppelin into Snoopy's dog house, themed to the red baron. Hell, they could even play the old Royal Guardsmen tune from the 1960s over the ride's sound system Oh, the worthless information that rattles around in my head . . .

I think you have to floss for for that.

Happy Birthday, Robb. One more year and you'll be 40! And I'll be 50.

I have visions of Big Mike flying in via helicopter, leaping onto the deck, whoring the kiddie coaster, eating half of his weight at the midnight buffet, then zipping back to port on a rocket-powered jet ski. Fixed.

^I heard he had a stroke.

I have visions of Big Mike flying in via helicopter, leaping onto the deck, whoring the kiddie coaster, then zipping back to port on a rocket-powered jet ski.

I've always preferred the California version (especially after they added the music), but I had a great ride on Florida's last October. Adding music, along with the new track, would be great.

A big storm just blew through the area, which knocked over a tree and damaged Euroburg's log flume (not too seriously). It's a message from God: "Don't close the Brewmaster's Club!"

^Their meatloaf is pretty good, and they used to make a good mushroom risotto, too.

I think they should add the Matterhorn's "Harold on a Stick" to EE--all he does is growl and move his arms, anyway. Boing! "Gr-r-r-r-r!"