Gryphon Butt (aka Gryphass)

And other angles of Disney World, while we work on other stuff. Better stuff.

Because I can't stop myself.

Probably ADD.

MEN. KILTS.

Let's take a closer look.

That's not really that much "larger," you know, Blogger. I'm just saying. "Medium," "large," you know, you set up some expectations there.

At Disney's Grand Floridian, these guys play every day. They rock. Except not. Because that's not what they play. I'm going to stop talking now.


More gratuitous Floridian lobby sunsetty shots


Inside the Tower of Terror. They should make a real Disney hotel like this. Instead of the oversized tricycle/Rubik's cube festivals they've got going now.


BIRD

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Princess Roll Call

Mulan ...


Jasmine ...


Aurora (bright as the summer dawn) ...


"It's just like my nightmares"


"You don't normally see that part of your neck, do you?"


"Can I get that Molson now, please?"



This procession was one of the highlights of my day. T-bone under the gentle gaze of so many "princesses" (I use the term loosely, since only Aurora and Jasmine are so titled). BTW, they took a really good restaurant (Akershus) at Epcot and jacked up the price by jacking in some becostumed, cherub-faced cast members. And the cod was meh. Bastards.

But the company was delightful!

As was the Aquavit.

It's pretty funny the things people will let you do when you've left town and come back to visit. The normally ducking and disgruntled T-bone had to let me take his photo all OVER the place. It's in the rules! He's my new best friend. BFF, T-bone. BFF.

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Remember when birthdays were this much fun?

When Amy's involved, they still are.



I bow to the divine party giver in you, A.

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You should know I love bats

I'm talking to you, Bruce.

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Butterfly Girl

Yes, I added a quick-and-dirty Photoshop frame, but those are her own wings.

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And the cycle of self-loathing begins

P and P turn 3 and are none too pleased about it, digging their tiny fingernails deep into 2 and holding on for dear life. Maybe the Bounce House trapped all their joy within its horrible, colorful, meshy walls.


"I don't wanna be happy, Daddy!"
"Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll be reading your first Seventeen magazine before you know it. Then you'll really learn how to hate yourself."


Maybe it's the freakish size of those giant candles. Look at that; it's as big as her upper arm!


Don't worry, girls; a little sugar and flour will make your lives whole again!

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If only the sky were FILLED with monkeys

What a wonderful world that would be, my friends. What a wonderful world that would be.

(Or absolutely, bone-chillingly terrifying. Either way!)

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Tower of Tireder

And when they wake up, they'll be completely coated in buttery flavoring and pixie dust.

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Ruminating Upon Time and Ginkgo Leaves

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