Hello!

And welcome to very amusing, your one-stop shop for the stories, secrets, and shenanigans

of a popcorn-fueled theme park journalist.

I'm Carly Weizell and I'm feeling quarantined, y'all.

It ebbs and it flows, but Labor Day weekend a few days ago really got me down.

This is supposed to be our bummer of a turning point that, ugh, all the nice beach weather

is gone and summer is over, or if you're in California, then you will now burn alive

if you go outside.

But it was just another step forward on the emptiness treadmill that is 2020.

I mean, I'm in Colorado and it is literally a blizzard outside.

Early September and it's a blizzard.

I cannot deal.

Now, I promise this won't be one woman's slam poetry hour about the annoyance that

is this year, but given that looking forward, keeps getting bleaker.

I've been spending all my free time lately looking backwards and I really think it's helping.

I watched Defunct Lans video on Tomorrowland at the time of Disneyland's opening, listened

to background music loops of Epcot from the early days, and saw a bunch of clips of

Rocket Rods at Disneyland, which, as you'll remember from last week's episode, I had never

been on.

And it's really been so nice.

I find the channeling a park I still can't go to for a much more airtight reason, you

know.

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