This week in my increasingly popular humor blog, I get mildly obsessed with tic-tac-toe and I begin, but I promise you do not stop, talking about Automan. Here's the rundown:
- MiSTed: FX Down To Mobius, Part 14: Sonic Panics!
- The Possibilities Are Endless Until We Reach a Tie
- Statistics Saturday: Some Fairy Tales That Kind of Sound Like You Ever Heard of Them
- Still Thinking About the Tic-Tac-Toe Inventor
- In Which I Retain My Dignity, I Claim
- What’s Going On In Gasoline Alley? How many times is Walt going to the pharmacy? February – April 2026
- Casper, Like the Friendly Ghost, for Some Reason
- MiSTed: FX Down To Mobius, Part 15: Don’t Hurt GPC’s Feelings
Now here I'll wrap up the Michigan's Adventure July trip photos. I told you I didn't take so many on a short visiting day.
Here's the lift hill of Wolverine Wildcat seen from its station, near the operator's booth (left). And of course the lagoon that's such a feature of the park.
I wonder where Zach's Zoomer is. I've surely made this joke before.
Their Chance carousel, along with as much detail as there really is for the control station.
One of the horses, featuring a sphynx on the saddle blanket.
And then to Corkscrew, with the big chain that works its lift hill. This ride is a good marker for what turned what was then Deer Park Funland into an amusement park.
Here's Corkscrew racing past the launch station. Ah, if only we still sold post cards of amusement parks.
The Scrambler's always popular and every year or two I re-take photos of the wordless safety instructions on the guard rail.
At the Scrambler was this mourning dove that chose to nest on top of the loudspeaker.
Maker's plate for the Thunderbolt ride, complete with the VIN so we can check whether it was stolen.
And here's what the Thunderbolt looks like in late-afternoon sun, as the operator measures a kid's height.
For some reason they took the name off Wagon Pizza and hadn't got it back yet this late in the season.
And a last picture for this, of the control panel for the Trabant ride.
Trivia: By no later than the 13th century the invention of nocturnals made it possible to tell time at night: they would be a stick with a scale to align to the pointer stars of the Big Dipper, as a way of reading time. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.
Currently Reading: This Way Up: When Maps Go Wrong (And Why It Matters), Mark Cooper-Jones, Jay Foreman.