Weekend at The Dells with family.
Love the water parks. I like people in the abstract. In great bunches ... ew. Try real hard not to think about what is _in_ the water on the floor of the restroom and changing rooms. With thousands of monkeys trooping in and out it gets kind of gross in there.
Moms - stop yelling 'Don't run, you'll fall!' You really take a few hits in the ol' credibility department. If your spawn really thought they could fall they would not run. Try this: 'Don't run'. You are a parent - you don't need to justify yourself.
Since we live up north a lot of these water parks are inside. People from here take this for granted. Entering, I'm always taken aback for a minute, think about a John Varley Disney.
See, Varley is an SF writer, wrote a series of shorts and novels that take place in ... never mind. Upshot is that, in the future, people in the moon have carved caves, hundreds of kilometers in diameters, kilometers high, painted the ceiling blue, stocked them with flora and fauna. One refers to this kind of cave as a 'Disney'.[1]
So I stand there, take it in, think about how keen it would be to splash around in a wave pool in lunar gravity.
Hope they find a way to keep the restrooms clean.
[1] There is no problem with lawyers for Disney showing up and suing these folk into oblivion. Long before these stories are set aliens showed up and eradicated humanity on earth to save the whales.
Love the water parks. I like people in the abstract. In great bunches ... ew. Try real hard not to think about what is _in_ the water on the floor of the restroom and changing rooms. With thousands of monkeys trooping in and out it gets kind of gross in there.
Moms - stop yelling 'Don't run, you'll fall!' You really take a few hits in the ol' credibility department. If your spawn really thought they could fall they would not run. Try this: 'Don't run'. You are a parent - you don't need to justify yourself.
Since we live up north a lot of these water parks are inside. People from here take this for granted. Entering, I'm always taken aback for a minute, think about a John Varley Disney.
See, Varley is an SF writer, wrote a series of shorts and novels that take place in ... never mind. Upshot is that, in the future, people in the moon have carved caves, hundreds of kilometers in diameters, kilometers high, painted the ceiling blue, stocked them with flora and fauna. One refers to this kind of cave as a 'Disney'.[1]
So I stand there, take it in, think about how keen it would be to splash around in a wave pool in lunar gravity.
Hope they find a way to keep the restrooms clean.
[1] There is no problem with lawyers for Disney showing up and suing these folk into oblivion. Long before these stories are set aliens showed up and eradicated humanity on earth to save the whales.
