In that effort, I may
have missed mentioning, that due to an interest in the comedy writing process
(for some reason) and because of a fascination about the life required to stay on the
circuit, I have a large collection of Vaudeville era comedians’ biographies and
The combination of the
above two sentences should make it obvious that a significant portion of those
books are about Groucho Marx and his brothers.
While their movies are
fantastic, there’s a sense from the writings that there was an extra magic to
the live performances that film couldn’t capture.
This fascination drew me
directly to the 2001 PBS television airing of Groucho: A Life in Revue. I
was truly impressed, both by its content, and the ability of its star to
accurately portray Julius H. Marx at four different ages.
Now it’s time for a child’s views of the more serious and adult (sorta) Heisei series of Godzilla films. Since I’ve already posted far too much about the King of Monsters, we’ll stick to some reaction quotes on these.
We roused ourselves on the final morning to find the
boarding passes hanging on the outside handle of the room door. This meant, aside
from getting to see the giant Lady and the Tramp when the distraction caused me
to get lost, all of the previous night’s check in fiddling had been a waste.
Demonstrating our clear skill and experience as travelers,
the first suitcase came in at forty-one pounds, well under the fifty pound
Demonstrating our still being us, the second one weighed
My plan worked and my
goofy descriptions of the Godzilla films I’ve loved my entire life enticed my
daughter into wanting to see them.
The result of this bit
of sneakiness led me to watch the full spread of twenty-eight classic
appearances of the King of Monsters (plus some bonus ones of his friends, and
his cousin Earl) TWICE in six months.
Ah, the hidden wonders
I probably should (again)
mention the patience of my wife – who, while she enjoys them, is
extraordinarily glad she only had to sit through them once.
With that much Kaiju
permeating my very soul, I couldn’t very well let the actual November 3rd
Fiftieth Anniversary date get too far past without acknowledgement.
However, I think one
thing everyone involved can agree upon is that I’ve talked FAR too much about
Godzilla this year.
Therefore, here are some
extremely short and general impressions my daughter passed along while joining
me in yet another of my long standing fandoms.
On the last full day of the trip, we returned to awakening at Stupid O’clock in the morning for an early reservation. Anabelle became popular with the breakfast reservations crowd when her request for Transportation Cards led the driver to hand them out to all the kids on the bus.
We split from the Castle and Crystal Palace meal goers at the Magic Kingdom and hopped on the monorail with other hotel breakfasters. We made our return arrival at the entrance of 1900 Park Fair in the Grand Floridian before the 8AM opening.