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Bill and Ted Face The Music. We saw it at an actual theater, the US 23 drive-in in Flint, a nice spot with three screens. We have the bandwidth to watch streaming movies now, we just ... don't. I'm glad we did go to see it, though, even if the rain got heavier throughout so the film was dimmer and blurrier than it should have been. The lightning storm in the sky harmonized well with the climax, though.

We were glad to see it, though. Really pleasant, pretty satisfying. I know how much of the film amounted to remixes of stuff from the first two movies, beloved nostalgic icons that I am sure, even though I haven't seen two minutes of either in over 25 years now, have not aged badly despite being full of humor for the drug-free stoner humor of the late 80s/early 90s. After posting these thoughts I will take a long sip of hot cocoa and finally watch my double-feature DVD set of the originals.

Some light spoilers for folks who want to take their time seeing the film. )

Now some more of Darien Lake as seen in June of 2019. Remember June? Remember 2019? Yeah.

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Silver Bullet, another of the park's 1981-dated original rides and according to Wikipedia the only Heintz Fahtze-manufactured Enterprise in operation. In the background, that Ferris wheel? We'll come back to that.


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Directional sign that doesn't know what to do either.


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The Grand Carousel! Which is not an antique, not by Carousel standards. It's also, though, not a Chance fiberglass carousel.


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It's got some nice rounding boards of stuff you might see in Western New York, though, which is attractive.


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And someone was doing sidewalk art outside the carousel.


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Maker's plate for the carousel, which revealed to us ... there was an International Amusement Devices in Sandusky? The spot is about one block north and east of the Merry-Go-Round Museum (the address is currently a musical instruments store) but this all implies there's a deeper link to carousels in Sandusky than we had ever realized.


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And here's your ride safety sign indicating the grande-ness of the ride. Note the inspection tag hanging off to the side there.


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And here, a view of Ride Of Steel, once known as Superman - Ride Of Steel before Six Flags sold the park. They bought the park back but haven't renamed it back. It's 208 feet tall, the tallest roller coaster in New York State (says Wikipedia).


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Jo's Eatery, near the Ride of Steel entrance, lets you know the Batman The Animated Series Art Deco style they're going for in the area.


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Ride of Steel entrance. Everybody went here at the start of the day; by the time we got there, you can see, the queue was under fifteen minutes.


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The gift shop at the exit. Inside the blue patches are where the park used to have Superman and Batman logos, from the first time Darien Lake was owned by Six Flags. They were painted over but not removed when the park was sold off. They haven't been repainted into visibility as of 2019.


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Ride of Steel's lift hill, on the right, and fun bouncy return leg on the left. The ride goes out over the water and rides along the shore of that lake, which gives it a lot of visual appeal. Also the bunny hills at the end mean the back half of the roller coaster is not boring.


Trivia: The Byzantine year's start of 1 September was used by the supreme tribunal of the Holy Roman Empire until it was abolished by Napoleon in 1806. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.

Currently Reading: The Plastic-Man Archives, Volume 6, Jack Cole. Editor Dale Crain.

PS: FindTheFactors hosts the 140th Playful Math Education Blog Carnival, just a little heads-up post for you all. Also, I agree to something that's a lot of work and maybe it'll be all right? We'll see.

How's my humor blog looking? Something like this:

And now, at last, we bid farewell to Denver, thinking how much it would be nice to get back and spend a little more time there.

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At the Denver Airport they'd set up a miniature golf course in some outside space. Of course we'd play. It was a really good way to pass the couple hours we had between when our rental car needed to be back and when our flight would leave.


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I was going to say this was [profile] bunny_hugger having a better hole than I do, except she usually picks the purple ball if that's available.


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Part of the rooftop sculpture was this field of flat metal strips that wave in the breeze. I believe it's meant to evoke the grasslands torn down to build things like Denver and airports.


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Criminy, though, these holes, you know?


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A couple of seats and a faceless dog-like creature sitting in some of the outside area.


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The outside area is on the roof of the airport. Here, you can see through the curved roof of one of the entrance halls and screening areas. While the curve makes me think of an airplane wing it's really just the way an arched roof looks from above.


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Yeah, good grief with the hole here. If someone goes and makes a hole-in-one on this their opponent has the moral right to stab them.


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Here's a torturous little hole: the only way into the hole is to shoot way up this ramp, hit a cornered panel just hard enough that it bounces down into the scoop in back, and roll into that area. Neither of us, nor another person playing behind us, got even close to that. I went back and tried just shooting the ramp, from the base of the ramp, a half-dozen times before I sort of made the shot.


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[profile] bunny_hugger totalling things up at the final hole which, as you can see, offers people who get into one of the holes the chance to deduct 1, 3, or 5 strokes from their total. She got the deduct-three-strokes hole, bringing her to a win.


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Another look at the field of metal blades, many of which have folded over in that evocation of waves of grain.


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Most of the miniature golf course, and the lounge area, despite being outside is still under cover. Makes for a good spot to wait for your plane, at least if you're there in summer. I imagine this is less jolly fun in February.


Trivia: The initiator for the Space Shuttle's Solid Rocket Booster would set off a 1.4 gram charge of pyrotechnic, a granulated mix of boron and potassium nitrate. This ignited the main charge, eighteen grams of the same material. Source: Development of the Space Shuttle 1972 - 1981, T A Heppenheimer. (To give some sense of scale, our pet mouse, admittedly an overweight one, weighed in at 54 grams.)

Currently Reading: The Museum of Hoaxes: A Collection of Pranks, Stunts, Deceptions, and Other Wonderful Stories Contrived for the Public from the Middle Ages to the New Millenium, Alex Boese. This is all extremely easy reading about hoaxes, real and alleged, over the ages and it smells like ``web site devoted to kooky did-ya-know thing of the day turned into a book''. [profile] bunny_hugger pointed out it has got strong People's Almanac vibes to it, and this is true and a good thing.

PS: How To Multiply Numbers By Multiplying Other Numbers Instead, which might someday help you multiply a tiny bit faster by doing your multiplications ahead of time first.

It turns out we needed to do a three-round finals for the Black Knight: Sword of Rage tournament. So Tuesday, after the Royal Rumble tournament (more on that anon) [profile] bunny_hugger went to play again. This second match [profile] bunny_hugger creamed me on. This forced us to a third round, and she flopped, so I went on to take the victory in this very slight tournament.


Also, our neighbors are indeed moving out. We both got to have farewell chats with them. The brother-in-law has moved in with his brother. The husband-and-wife are moving to the southside (I think it was), to better take care of his mother. It's sad to be losing people we got along quite well with, but hope they're all going to be all right. And that whoever comes into that house next is easy to get along with.


So with those tiny bits of update out of the way, let me share a last couple pictures from the 1up arcade and then the AirBnB where we'd stayed in Denver.

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More of the decor at 1up; here, besides the original Jurassic Park game is a poster for the King of Kong documentary that I swear I have around the house somewhere. I just can't figure out where.


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They have a Baby Pac-Man at the barcade. It's a combination video game/pinball game, with the pinball played to earn power pellets on the video game. I haven't seen one on location since this pizza place in the Foodtown market on Throckmorton Road back in the early 80s. ... Also, it's really hard, both the video game and the pinball sides; the pinball table is tiny, which makes it very weird and hard to play.


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Another corner of the main pinball room.


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So we knew there was a pinball tournament scheduled for the next day. Here, though? It's a scoring sheet for some tournament possibly going on right then, although we didn't hook up with whoever wsa doing it. I'm very happy with whoever picked Doctor Dude as a game, though.


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And a last look at 1up's games, or some of them anyway. Notice they have a Houdini, a table from boutique manufacturer American Pinball; I've only ever seen it on location here and at Marvin's Marvellous Mechanical Museum.


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Back home! We had the basement floor of someone's house, as our AirBnB; it had been an adult child's apartment, but they didn't need it anymore, so what to do with it? Anyway you can see the library was vast enough to be satisfying.


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Hallway leading to the bathroom; the frosted glass there is the wall of the shower. There's no seeing through that, though.


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And a bust of Elvis because, you know, why not?


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Looking away from Elvis; the bedroom and the library are off to the left. Notice the three-dimensional faces picture on the left there, too.


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The curios cabinet and part of the area that's a sitting room and not quite a kitchenette.


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You can maybe make out the Keurig; there's also a fridge, and a tray of very many enormous muffins that gave us plenty of breakfast.


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It was a really comfortable basement apartment, and pleasantly cool despite the first couple days of our visit being stiflingly hot.


Trivia: In parts of Gascony and the Auvergne, into the 19th century, there was the custom of compressing children's heads with a scarf or strong cloth, in the belief this would prevent a growing brain from cracking open the skull. Source: The Discovery of France: A Historical Geography, Graham Robb.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici. So, y'know, I read this and I think, I've written better stuff than this. And maybe this is true, although it's probably fairer to say that I've written stuff that's more to my taste. But it does make me wonder what I can do to get my mathematics writing a little more visibility, especially when I hit an essay that I really do think has hit that sweet spot of having insight and prose worth reading.

With my big flop at two pinball tournaments Saturday, what better thing to do than triumph in a pinball tournament Sunday? If you call it a tournament. Some backstory.

Last year Stern Pinball released Black Knight: Sword of Rage. It's a sequel to the iconic 1980 and 1989 games Black Knight and Black Knight 2000. To promote it they ran a worldwide leaderboard. Anyone playing the game, in an International Flipper Pinball Association-sanctioned tournament, was eligible. The top ten scores win prizes. And if you ask how we can compare scores on tables that are in different places, played at different times, on tables that can be set easier or harder, Stern Pinball urges you to look at that big distracting thing while it runs off, into what turns out to be the closet.

So [profile] bunny_hugger worked out a tournament that gave our locals their best possible chance to get in, and that meets the exact letters of the law about holding a tournament. For several months she and I would be at our local hipster bar and record any scores people wanted to put up on the Black Knight there. After the worldwide leader board closed, the 29th of February, we'd have a finals tournament. Your best score gave you seeding for the final match. So any scores put up to qualify, and get seeding, would count. At least, once we held finals and got some head-to-head play in, making this a tournament the IFPA could respect. The scheme was successful; at one point or other five Lansing Pinball League people were on the leader-board. At one point I put up a score high enough to get on the leaderboard, but it turned out other people had put up even higher scores before mine could be recorded.

So the finals would be the 1st of March, and we expected nobody to really show up, and they didn't. The tournament will be worth almost nothing for state or worldwide rankings, and folks like MWS don't care to drive an hour just to play one game of Black Knight, especially after spending three hours driving out to Fremont the day before. In the end, it was just me and [profile] bunny_hugger going.

And so we played a game. Not well; we both basically launched the ball, the first two balls, and not much more. After her third ball [profile] bunny_hugger had about four million points. I, having made a super-skill-shot, had about six million points, and so took home first place in this silly little thing at least. Then I went to play the last ball anyway, and of course, had a game that would not end. While [profile] bunny_hugger cursed me out, and updated reports on the Lansing Pinball League Facebook group, I kept starting multiballs, and completing modes. I got one shot away from launching the Black Knight Retro Mode, a rare accomplishment for either of us, and one that puts the game in a three-ball multiball with sound effects and scoring and even a backglass --- well, the video screen serving as backglass --- based on the original 1980 game. Just as well that I didn't make it; if I had, it's plausible that I'd have put up a score which would have earned me a place on the worldwide leader board, 24 hours too late for it to matter.

In the end, unless there are some late scores to enter, two Lansing League players have made it on the leader board and are getting prizes. Also, amusingly, the #2 and #3 persons put up nearly identical scores playing the same two-player game, at a league tournament in San Francisco in mid-February. Jolly good fun.


Hold the phone! It turns out that [profile] bunny_hugger had originally told the IFPA that the tournament would end with a three-game final. We're going to have to play the other two games. She may take the title away from me yet! It happens we did play two more games on Sunday, but neither of us thought they were competition games and so we can't fairly count them. More on this as it comes to pass.

Trivia: After ascending to the presidency, Chester Alan Arthur, apparently, provided a sealed proclamation in a letter addressed to the President, for an immediate special session of the Senate to name a President pro tempore, so that in the case that he died before the already-planned October 1881 special session of congress there would be a legal mechanism in place to choose a successor to the presidency. Source: From Failing Hands: The Story of Presidential Succession, John D Feerick. (At the time, the President Pro Tempore of the Senate was next in the line of succession, but the Senate would only name a President Pro Tempore only during Congressional sessions when the Vice-President was absent.)

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 29, 2020: Leap Day Quiet Edition, in which it turned out like all the comics are in reruns.


PPS: A bit more at the 1up barcade, while we were there.

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[profile] bunny_hugger locking a ball on Doctor Who. Notice the Pac-Man/Ms Pac-Man/Galaga combination arcade game in the corner; it's one of the few video games in this room.


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Backglass to the Stern playboy. Note that Gary Stern's signed this game.


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And an autographed photograph of Billy Mitchell, from back when he was just going around to barcades and giving them autographed photographs until they put them on the wall. This photograph was taken a few months after Mitchell's scores were stricken from the Twin Galaxies records on suspicion of mischief.


Saturday, besides being our relationship anniversary (observed; it's not like these things have a real definable moment), was a Fremont pinball day. Two tournaments; next month, it goes up to three. As with last month, the new formats have everyone play two slates of four games each, and, alas, only the top half of finishers on each of the games gets to play for the A Division finals. You know, where the real points are.

Unlike January's, though, more than half of all the people who entered scores showed up to the event. There were people shut out. In the first tournament, [profile] bunny_hugger was one of these unfortunates. There was a consolation, literally a consolation tournament: the three people in ``B'' were to play each other in a ladder tournament for the chance to win a free entry to the venue next month. Ladder is a format disfavored by the current ratings scheme for International Flipper Pinball Association points; you play a string of games, with the lowest-scoring person eliminated from each. MSS, who surprised everyone by not making it into A, won this.

Ah, but I was in main! And swiftly shooed out of main. We had mere three-game rounds. In the first, against PH and MKS, we played Baywatch. It's actually a pretty fun game, even though it's one of the handful of games Sega made in the 90s, most of which are kind of ... eh. I have only a vague idea how to play Baywatch, but that's all right, because I can usually get 250 to 500 million and that's a solid score. Either would have won this game, but I had an appalling time, coming in last. I would need at least one first-place finish to have a chance of moving on, and I had the pick of the next game. So I picked one of my specialties, X-Men. For some unaccountable reason, I am very good on this game. And nobody else is. First ball I put up 22 million points, normally enough to win; PH and MKS put up nothing. Second ball I flop on, but even though MKS rallies, she gets only to half my score. And I have a multiball ready to go ball three. Which ... I flop on; my second and third balls I do nothing. MKS continues her rally, topping me. PH doesn't quite beat that, but it's close. And with scores that I would have beaten, had I gotten that multiball started.

As I watched MKS topping me I remarked to PH, normally, this is my game. The only other one I'd feel confident on, in this group, would be Blackout --- except that the Blackout table there used to be MKS's and her husband's, and I'm not fool enough to take them to their own game. And then MKS picked Blackout for the last game of the round. My only hope to move on would be to win the game. We all put up a lousy first ball, yet, what do you know, but I'm a little touch ahead. MKS houseballs the second ball too; I have a decent but not spectacular second ball. PH, though, he has a spectacular ball. MKS flops the third ball, but that doesn't matter; she's on to the next round whatever happens. Me, I have to get serious and put together several hundred thousand points. But my pinball resolution this year is to work on the ``wood chopping'', the slow but steady accumulation of points, that make this possible. And I'm getting there, when the ball pings out. PH has won, and I'm out of the tournament.

The other tournament, [profile] bunny_hugger is in. But I am not: I am one too many for the half of all valid players. There are, for mysterious reasons, more people consigned to the B division this time; six people will play off for the consolation bracket. I'm the highest seed, so I'll join in only after two rounds of play. MSS, amazingly, is in the consolation bracket for this as well. And I know he can beat me.

So, my consolation objective: can I beat MSS? We'll have up to three games together, if I don't finish last, and I'll have the pick of game. Is there any that he's liable to lose on? This may seem like a petty objective on my part. But I feel like, if I'm going to be a serious competitor, I have to be thinking of how to level out differences. My first pick is Jokerz, a late solid state game; it's one I'm good at wood-chopping on, and that can play pretty rough. I suspect that MSS, a very physical player, might nudge too much and tilt his game away. He does not. So my next pick is Johnny Mnemonic, again, one of my great strengths at the venue. I have a mediocre first two balls, but MSS has an even worse time of it. One is just a bad-luck house ball that could happen to anyone; another, though, is tilted away. My third ball I put together everything, a multiball and a crazy lucrative spinner millions mode and bonus multipler that carry me to three billion points. MSS doesn't top one billion. The other player in the group rallies on his last ball too, beating out MSS.

So I make my shameful secondary goal: I figured out the game to play to knock MSS out of this ladder tournament. Not that this was saving me all that much: MSS had won the first tournament's half of things, and whoever won the second tournament's consolation would have to play him, best-of-three, for the pass for next month. So when I lost a pretty high-scoring game of Embryon, I felt, you know, so what? If winning that last match were so all-fired important I'd have picked Blue Chip or something instead.

Nevertheless: having been knocked out swiftly in one tournament and not even making it into the other, I'm less fond of this new tournament scheme in Fremont. On the other hand, it's not as flopping in Fremont tournament is a new thing to me. And next month the Fremont bounty goes up to three tournaments a month, and any of them should, for a final-four finish, be really good at getting into the state finals.

[profile] bunny_hugger was knocked out of the first round of the tournament she made, but true to her resolution to take losses with more equanimity she was a pretty good spirit about this.

On the way home, MWS, carpooling with us, talked about the prospect of his running some extra little weekly tournaments at the hipster bar in Lansing. And asking, really, if [profile] bunny_hugger would feel her toes stepped on if he did that. She didn't mind and ... really, a couple little tournaments in Lansing like this could really help our own quest for the state championship. Done well, a first- or second-place finish could be as good as a final-four finish in Fremont, and take a lot less time for us to get there. So there may be this to look forward to in the near future. Maybe.

Boy, though, I would've rather been in the second tournament than made something out of the consolation bracket.

Trivia: Thomas Edison shipped his ``Jumbo'' steam generator unit to the 1881 Paris Electrical Exposition disassembled into 137 boxes. Source: Edison: A Biography, Matthew Josephson.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.


PS: A handful of pictures from the 1up barcade in Denver.

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Backglass art for Pabst Can Crusher, the (first!) alternate theme to Whoa Nelly. It is very pinball art but in mostly good ways. Do you see Bigfoot there? ... Also, yeah, seriously, Pabst Blue Ribbon has a retro pinball thing going.


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Looking out from one of the alcoves at 1up; there's a couple of video games in the pinball room. There's also a whole other room that I didn't get photographed with mostly vintage arcade games.


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Rock rock rock and Rollergames! ... Yeah, so, we started to discover some secrets of how to play the game that's honestly kind of fun but also has the most annoying earworm of an attract mode. I think that it's [profile] bunny_hugger who put up the better score as I think she was the one to figure out where the Wall shot was. Also, look at that late-80s sponsorship tie-in, with both Mug root beer and Slice cola.


Hey, I did two non-comics posts in a row on my mathematics blog! It's almost like I'm getting my energy back together for writing it. Published in the past week have been pieces including:

I do story comics too. What's Going On In Gasoline Alley? Did Baleen leave Gasoline Alley or what? December 2019 - February 2020 in plot recap.

And back to Denver! We were done with our last amusement park expedition for the weekend, on a day that turned out to be colder and rainier than we had thought possible. So what did we do with the large swath of afternoon and evening left?

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So, a person I knew in Denver was not going to be able to meet up with us for anything, because he was working at the Renaissance Festival all weekend while we were visiting. Fortunately, the Renaissance Festival is in this town just off the highway between Santa's Workshop and Denver. So we were going to be passing about when their Sunday performances would be done, and we had plans to meet up and at least say hi then. With various things, including heavy traffic, we got to the closing events late, as the cast was finishing their songs and bidding everyone farewell.


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Host wishing everyone well, while I scan the performers and try to figure out if I'm certain exactly which person I should be looking for because you know how it is meeting people you've known online for the first time.


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Performers getting ready for their final bow. So, part of the trouble is I did not know when would be acceptable to go up to and bother the performers; they just started going back into the Renaissance Village.


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So we failed to, like, organize a specific time and place to meet, figuring that we would meet up after the close of the day. I had thought my friend had recognized me and made clear eye contact and that he'd be right back out just as soon as he had taken care of putting props safely away.


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... And .. uh ... I was mistaken in thinking he had recognized me.


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Also was mistaken in thinking he'd be right back out, then. What I should have done was ask people at the gate about him (I know his RL name, as well as his festival stage name) but I felt too shy to do such a thing, so, we stood a long while in the cold and never did meet up.


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Front gate to the Colorado Renaissance Village; it certainly looks impressive. Also, they totally missed a bet by not calling it the Ye-Ticket Entrance.


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Outer walls of the village, as I continued to wait. Later that day my friend expressed his disappointment that I hadn't got there and I sent him a bunch of pictures proving that I had.


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And more of the gate of the Colorado Renaissance village. There's bathrooms somewhere behind one of these walls.


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So we got back to Denver, in the pouring rain, so there was no making a night trip to Lakeside Amusement Park. Instead we went to the 1up Arcade, a hipster bar with a lot of pinball that's a center for Colorado's pinball scene. Had we stayed one more day --- and really, we should have --- we'd have been able to drop in on a tournament there.


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Row of pinball games at the 1up arcade; you can see there's at least two of the estimated seven different Star Wars-themed games on that row. Also the 1990s Jurassic Park; we visited before there was a new Jurassic Park game.


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[profile] bunny_hugger getting in a game on Pabst Can Crusher. This beer-themed game is actually the same table as Whoa Nellie: Big Juicy Melons, but with new art and we assume sounds (we couldn't hear anything distinct). The theme is shifted from breasts to ``van party in the woods'' and we like this game about a kajillion times better.


Trivia: Three hundred of the space shuttle Columbia's thermal tiles had to be removed, refurbished, and replaced after a nitrogen tetroxide leak that delayed its second flight a month. Source: The Astronaut Maker: How One Mysterious Engineer Ran Human Spaceflight For A Generation, Michael Cassutt.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.

Again, nothing much new worth reporting, so allow me to finish off Santa's Workshop. The ride on the miniature railroad took us to after 5 pm, the closing hour; here's what we did in the few minutes we had after that.

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Spotting a fast-moving chipmunk at the end of the train ride.


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Walking back down to the main part of the park at the end of the train ride. The rides were closed now, but we could still get some quick photographs of the scenery.


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Some of the quite hilly area of the park; the left path is nothing but steps, while the right is mostly smooth, with a handful of steps. This is not a park for people with mobility issues.


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Santa and reindeer statues sitting by the side of a walkway.


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Totem pole-like figures of polar bears, elves, and penguins. And on the far side, more ordinary things like snowmen and a polar mushroom.


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[profile] bunny_hugger getting a snap of the North Pole and the not fully explicable figure sitting on top of it.


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The North Pole and a polar bear beyond; it's a good photo spot.


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See? I believe that the pole was heavily frozen, so that it would have this layer of ice condensate on it. (Knoebels has a pole like that which is certainly frozen.)


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So I know you're wondering: why didn't we ride the Santa-themed slide, the park's signature ride? And the sad fact is we did not realize that this was the park's signature ride. We went in knowing mostly just that the park existed and it was really only in souvenir shopping after the park had closed for the day that we realized this was the thing everybody in the area grows up with memories of.


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Last look back into the park, before going into the souvenir shop that's the park exit.


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And a look at the parking lot; the railroad goes the hill that rises above all those cars.


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Oh, and I thought finally to take a picture of the oversized car that the rental place gave us when they couldn't locate a compact car like we had reserved. It's ... uh ... got a lot of engine there. Also it had SiriusXM with the Beatles channel, the only time we've gotten to hear that.


Trivia: Karl Friedrich Gauss was reported to be motivated to work out the Easter problem --- calculating its date for an arbitrary year --- because his mother could not remember the date on which he was born past that it was a Wednesday eight days before Ascension Day. Source: Mapping Time: The Calendar and its History, EG Richards.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.

PS: When Is Leap Day Most Likely To Happen? which is one of those quick little calendar calculation projects that I love and that attract a steady stream of search engine hits, like, forever.

Happy Leap Day, dear [profile] bunny_hugger, and happy anniversary to us.


So I'm again caught up on events. Let's enjoy a bunch of pictures of Santa's Workshop, then.

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Riding along the train. It travels on a loop that's above most of the park; you can see we're looking appreciably down on the Christmas Tree Ride, for example.


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But there are some rides above it: see the flying scooters and the other end of the zip line.


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The train runs past some scenery that's Western Mine themed, and the conductor gives a little spiel about the miners who used to work the place and this was the first time I've noticed that sort of talk from a place where Old West miners could plausibly have been.


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Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 prop Broken-Down Wheel Wagon: $75 (2x1)


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Mike the Miner, human figure that sits outside the cabin and is one of the main themed features of the ride. I don't remember that he did anything.


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One of the local squirrels, hanging around the train where the conductor tosses peanuts out!


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Looking down on the small railroad bridge and the first big valley of rides, including (obscured) the Santa-themed slide.


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And here we get past the start of the sky car ride that we did not go on.


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The train's final turnaround, at a spot north of the main body of the park and even some of the parking lot. It looks like the hill's been cut to give some space for the train to turn around.


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Driving motor for the sky chair ride.


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Parked miniature railroad car and some of the sky chair cars. Also, the threat of further rain.


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Conductor getting off the train, at the end of the ride, to go off and feed some squirrels. It's the end of his day.


Trivia: Herman Hollerith was a special agent for the United States Census of 1880, working at $600 per year. This was soon raised by $200 for superior efficiency. Source: Herman Hollerith: Forgotten Giant of Information Processing, Geoffrey D Austrian.

Currently Reading: The Best Writing on Mathematics, 2014, Editor Mircea Pitici.

If you have my humor blog on your Reading page, or if you added its RSS feed to whatever reader you prefer, then you have already seen these pieces of writing:

We're coming to the end of the day at Santa's Workshop! Watch for a special guest star.

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More of the construction site for the Ferris Wheel; you can see the Snowflake Maze just a bit above it.


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Sign which, taken literally, suggests that had we come a day or two later we might have been able to ride the Ferris Wheel.


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I am mighty curious what problem this Loading Sequence sign solves.


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The notice that everyone must be seated, seen here through the windows of some construction equipment, caused me to think this is a Ferris Wheel undergoing major renovation rather than being put up for the first time, but there's no way of telling, really.


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Looking down from the vicinity of the Ferris Wheel; those Eyerly rides and the roller coaster are down past the green building somewhere. I don't know what that string of reindeer signs are for.


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Sugarplum Stage, and snack stand, that doesn't see a lot of business today.


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Oh, but here! It's snow! On the coldest day in June! ... Still well above freezing, though.


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It's actually soap-bubble foam, which is part of why the steep and many-stepped pavement here is so wet. Intermittent showers are also some of the reason, and why these people are in plastic ponchos.


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The snowfall is for Santa's House, which has got Santa sitting inside ready to see you, and to have a photo taken. The staff took a picture with [profile] bunny_hugger's camera of us.


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Last ride: the miniature train station. It did not come into the station but you can see the C P Huntington engine there, and the train operator standing beside it.


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Looking back at the train station as we get on the train.


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Western grey squirrel who's hanging around because the train operator tosses them peanuts, like, all the time.


Trivia: Fred Allen's hourlong Town Hall Tonight program was timed to run 53 minutes, with seven minutes allowed for applause, ad-libs, and accidents. Source: Fred Allen: His Life and Wit, Robert Taylor.

Currently Reading: Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence, Joseph Mazur.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 21, 2020: February 21, 2020 Edition, one of those fun single-day editions, even if the strips in it are kind of slight ones.

We may be losing our neighbors. Not the ones in the brown house that's been a succession of noisy, or excessive-pot-smoking, or sloppy, renters in an unlicensed house for years now. We think that house is empty, except sometimes someone comes by and leaves the kitchen light on all night. Anyway things are quiet and they shovel the walks, and don't leave trash in the yard, so we regard that house as just fine, thanks. No; the problem is the other neighbors, in the small white house to the north.

These ones, the family that we had thought were Mormons, have been around a couple years. And it's been mostly good. The wife's brother has a habit of standing outside and hollering on his cell phone, and for a good while kept trying to arrange for his girlfriend to get a ride with [profile] bunny_hugger down here for a visit and that never panned out. Plus there was the time they asked us if we had the spare refrigerator space to hold some tubes of meat, and they tried to give us the tubes of meat as thanks for storing it.

But the brother told [profile] bunny_hugger the other day that their lease was up the 1st of March, and that, like, one of their mothers needed someone living with her full-time and so they all were just ... you know, moving on. He said we've been great neighbors, though, and he was going to ``put a word in'' with the landlord that he needs to find good new renters. Which is a nice thought, but ... well, actually, we haven't had a bad set of renters there since I moved in. But before I did, there was one renter who was there and attracted a crowd bad enough that [profile] bunny_hugger is still traumatized by it. Bad enough that some of the renters in the now-troublesome house, honestly, would not have bothered her if not for the stress of the old house.

So we're in the last half-week of neighbors on the side of the house we see more, who've been mostly quite good people to have around. ... Maybe. It's easy to see in their side windows from our house and what we can see does not look like a place that's a half-week away from being emptied. And the brother is ... well-meaning, we think, but also kind of scattered. I can't imagine how he would get ``we're moving out by this weekend'' wrong, but he's also one of the few people I could imagine getting that story wrong. And honestly hope he has; while it'd be all right to have the house vacant for a while, that's not really a good long-term thing, and a new set of renters is always a risk.

Trivia: About half the world's acetyline production is used to produce more organic chemicals. Source: The Genie in the Bottle, Joe Schwarcz.

Currently Reading: Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence, Joseph Mazur.


PS: A revelation at Santa's Workshop!

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Junior Whip ride --- they don't have the full-size --- that's got the reindeer as central figure again.


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A-ha! So this is the ride we were looking down on a couple days ago. It claims to be the highest Ferris Wheel in the world and .. you know, maybe so; Cascade, Colorado, is about 7400 feet above sea level.


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Unfortunately, obviously, it's undergoing some kind of renovation. If it weren't I might have pressed to ride it, even though [profile] bunny_hugger isn't particularly fond of most Ferris wheels, just to have bragging rights about riding the Highest Ferris Wheel In The World.


This past was a warm weekend. Sunday, as the temperature poked into the low 90s, we braved the melting snows to go to the Mount Hope Cemetery. This is one of the older cemeteries in Lansing --- itself made by relocating bodies from an older graveyard --- and many Lansing-area notables were buried in it. I'd never been there before, even though it's not even a mile from our house, and has among other things the Ransom E Olds mausoleum.

What got us out there was letterboxing. New boxes have appeared in the area since [profile] bunny_hugger was last seriously active. In the Mount Hope cemetery someone had planted a letterbox sequence. This is a string of boxes, each with a rubber stamp and one, final, one with its own logbook. Graveyards are great spots for letterboxes, since they're often places with some historically noteworthy figure, plus many good spots to hide small boxes and the seclusion to let people go messing with them.

This sequence was dedicated to the Game of Thrones characters. So, not really a particular Lansing connection. The R E Olds Mausoleum is one of the landmarks, important to finding some of the stamps. But the boxes are based on, mostly, finding graves with some name that I guess is tied to the TV series somewhere and using that as landmark. It's still a good chance to get out and explore some of the landscape.

Also, it let us discover there's one road closed off. From the looks of things, closed off every winter. Lansing is not noteworthy for its great hills, but this is a pretty good-sized one. It commands a great view of the River Trail and the Sycamore Creek (which feeds into the Red Cedar River). It also looks precariously steep; with a bit of snow on the ground it's probably quite challenging for cars. Of course two of the stamps were along this path, and we had to hike it on foot rather than take the instructions-assumed car default.

Still: we found all the stamps, eleven in all, none missing. And our stamps just filled the final page in the log book. Eleven is a single-day find record for us both, although it's not like these were independent boxes, nor as though any of them were hard to find. We only had one false start where the directions got ambiguous about what path to drive. And, [profile] bunny_hugger worked out, this brought her over her 150th letterboxing stamp found, a minor milestone.

Trivia: Two ships of United Fruit's ``Great White Fleet'' were among the seven bringing troops to the Bay of Pigs invasion. Source: Bananas: How The United Fruit Company Shaped The World, Peter Chapman.

Currently Reading: Fluke: The Math and Myth of Coincidence, Joseph Mazur. Because a little pop math is nice cozy easy reading, is why.


PS: let's see something special at Santa's Workshop ...

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Santa's Workshop does have a roller coaster ... and here it is!


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As we approached the Candy Cane Coaster a ride operator came over. He allowed that we could ride it, even without a child, if we thought that was what we really wanted to do. We've ridden things rougher on the knees.


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And here's the Candy Cane Coaster station, with its striped logo and, as you can see, cars.


Pinburgh is coming. It's moved earlier in July: after hanging out at the end of the month several years, now it's leaping up closer, so that it'll be the weekend after Anthrocon. We have our hotel reservation, made a couple weeks ago when one hotel offered [profile] bunny_hugger a surprisingly good deal if she'd just open a new credit card. She knows how to manage credit cards like that. So that's good.

The challenge: buying Pinburgh tickets. Last year they sold out in eight seconds. It was expected to be tougher this year. The tickets were set to go on sale at noon on Saturday. We had a smaller pool this year, just three people: me, [profile] bunny_hugger, and MWS. We had four people ready to buy, though, as MWS's partner K was also going to be at the ready. Last year, both me and [profile] bunny_hugger were able to put tickets in our shopping carts, but K beat us all to actually buying. This year?

We were up ready, on time, and prepared with everything we'd need. (Player names, International Flipper Pinball Association numbers, and e-mail addresses.) We shut down everything that might eat our bandwidth, other than --- on [profile] bunny_hugger's iPod, a chat window with MWS. And we sat, watching the ReplayFX ShowClix ticket window, waiting for 12:00:00 Eastern and the appearance of Pinburgh tickets under the Reserve Tickets panel.

It never came.

We refreshed at 12:00:00, and again at 12:00:02, and seconds later, but ... nothing.

Happily, mercifully, MWS was there, and got in, and got our tickets. But us? We were completely shut out.

Also, it turned out we were looking at the wrong page. That page, which was the one we bought Pinburgh tickets from each of the last several years, was not where Pinburgh tickets were put on sale this year. There's tickets for ReplayFX, the convention at which the Pinburgh tournament is being held, but that's a separate event. No, the page we should have gone to was at another link, one that appears on that previous page under the name ``Replay FX 2020: Competition Signups''. On that page, for a few seconds, Pinburgh tickets would have been on sale. I understand their wanting to put all the various side tournament on a different page. You can see that even now there's a lot of events, pinball and video game and arcade game an other stuff, available. But, jeez, that's confusing. They needed way better communication of where to go to buy tickets. The ``Buy Tickets'' link at ReplayFX's Pinburgh page, for example, points to the page where you can buy ReplayFX but not Pinburgh tickets. I don't know how angry people are being online about this, but, they have reason to be.

There was a similar problem last year, when [profile] bunny_hugger couldn't buy tickets to the Women's International Pinball Tournament (also at ReplayFX) because we were looking at a page that would never have tickets for sale. And other people were confused this year, too: JAB, one of our Lansing League regulars, spent five hours thinking he had beaten the odds and grabbed Pinburgh tickets before he realized, oh, no, he'd just bought entries to ReplayFX instead.

I don't know what he'll do; he was disheartened last I heard. Meanwhile, though, we've gotten in, although by a more near margin than I would have liked. Still counts, though.

Trivia: A portion of Julius Caesar's calendar reform was setting the leap day to be the doubling of the 24th of February. Source: Marking Time: The Epic Quest to Invent the Perfect Calendar, Duncan Steel. (This was the same time when an intercalary month had, previously, been occasionally inserted.)

Currently Reading: The Art of Atari, Tim Lapetino. So, I want to laugh long and hard at the Atari Mindlink, a prototype video game controller which wrapped across your forehead. The idea was that it could read the small twitches in your forehead to control a game, although in practice, people could uset his for a couple minutes before they got a headache even worse than that given by the Atari 2600 port of Pac-Man. But then I think: you know, if this could have been made to work, it could've given us decades of video game accessibility to people who have poor hand control and that would've been a great thing.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 19, 2020: 90s Doonesbury Edition, finally, getting into the 90s here.


PPS: Santa's Workshop! We're coming near the end of the day.

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Walking downhill towards a concentration of rides. The park is, as the theme suggests, very kid-oriented so these are all rides too small for us to ride ourselves.


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The Eyerly Mide-O-Racer? This was an eye-opener. We knew of Eyerly for rides like the Loop-O-Plane and the Rock-O-Plane. That their naming scheme extended to making the Midge-O-Racer was a surprise.


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And a close-up on their logo. It's the Eyerly Aircraft Company because they started out building cheap planes for flight training, which turned into stationary ground-based flight trainers, which turned out to be good for pilots and for amusement parks. It's not the case that all their rides were named noun-O-verb but it sure made for a punchy format.


I did nothing but comics on my mathematics blog last week. On the other hand, I did it pretty well. Don't believe me? Read on:

Boy, those edition titles really suggest something about my energy level for these things, doesn't it? Well. Meanwhile in the story comics: What's Going On In Dick Tracy? Who's Shaky and why's he want Dick Tracy dead? December 2019 – February 2020 in short review.

And now? Let's look from a high point of Santa's Workshop.

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The Space Shuttle ride in full swing, as seen from the far side of the ride, opposite where you queue and all that.


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Space Shuttle ride coming to its stop and showing off the weirdly complicated plastic covers used to suggest engine plumes.


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The Space Shuttle ride is at the top of a small side trail; I'm not sure it's the highest point in the park (after all, there's wherever the zip line starts from) but it is still quite high up and that's worth taking a moment to pause and look around from.


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Looking down at the mountains around Santa's Workshop.


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A view down the valley and toward Cascade, Colorado, including a very slightly complicated tangle of highway, service road, and side road leading up to the park that threatened to get us lost on the way in.


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Oh, now, what's this ride that we're seeing from the back? ... We'll come back to this.


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Penguins flank the Snowflake Maze, which I believe is a mirror maze but that we never saw open.


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Oh deer! Santa's Workshop has a couple of deer that you can feed.


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Deer giving me a Cinerama widescreen side-eye.


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Darker-furred deer views me with even greater suspicion.


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The deer are going to grant me one last chance to give them some corn and then they're leaving.


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Someone squatting down to give a deer a little chin-rub while they wait hopefully for deer food.


Trivia: Marcus Loew, the ``King of Small Time'' vaudeville, claimed to have the best chaser (final, lousy act to get the audience to turn over) in the business: a bad sculptor who made inaccurate busts of famous people, on stage. Source: No Applause - Just Throw Money: The Book That Made Vaudeville Famous, Trav S D (D Travis Stewart)

Currently Reading: The Art of Atari, Tim Lapetino. Coffee-table book with a LOT of great big splashy full-page pictures of the box art for Atari 2600 games, along with thumbnails showing what the actual gameplay was like, which is not a mistaken plan considering but does get pretty funny, considering.

And then more shocking news. This I got from e-mail from [profile] bunny_hugger while she was at work Tuesday. This is only about amusement parks, nothing as serious or intimate as pets or anything.

But Apex Parks Group announced the closing of two parks, this after the search to find a buyer failed. The parks are ones that I've been to once each: Indiana Beach, in Monticello, Indiana, and Fantasy Island, in Grand Island, New York. All of the rides the parks have are listed up for sale; in fact, that news item was the first bit of alarming news to come up about them.

There's a lot of surprise to the bad news there. First that the parks were up for sale. Second that Apex was feeling insecure enough in its finances to not just keep the parks up and running. Third that nobody wanted to buy either park. Indiana Beach had been run almost into the ground by its previous owners but, by every report, had seen a great comeback under Apex. Certainly when we went it seemed healthy enough, as far as you can tell in one visit. Fantasy Island, similarly, looked in great shape even for a day limited by rain. It's a relief we got to both at least once, but it especially hurts that Indiana Beach closed on us. It's just enough farther away than Cedar Point that we never felt like it was a good day trip, but it was doable, and maybe if we had visited more we'd have seen it as a day trip.

I imagine it's possible something will happen, and the parks find a way to open again. I don't see a logical reason why they would, but it's not like anything's been torn down --- yet --- that I know of. But if the parks weren't making enough money as places planned to open in 2020, how much more can we expect from places planned to be closed? And yet apparently the Facebook page of Fun Spot America, which runs three parks in Florida and Georgia, happened to get a comment from someone saying, you guys should buy Indiana Beach and Fantasy Island. And they happened to have a response saying someone there had a flight to Indianapolis that day. Maybe it'll be something. Maybe it'll just let roller coaster fans know Fun Spot America exists and runs these three little parks, two of which have wooden coasters.

This is not the only park closing news of the season. Clementon Park, in New Jersey, abruptly closed in late September, refusing to let patrons in for a customer appreciation day and cancelling all sales for 2020 season passes. I haven't heard of any information about what's going on and whether there's any hope of the park reopening.

And even worse, since it involved actual deaths: La Feria Chapultepec in Mexico City has been closed since October. This after something that never happens, happened: the roller coaster Quimera derailed. It killed two people and injured two more. In the accident investigation it transpired that none of the rides had been properly maintained, and the local government revoked the operation permits. Allegedly they're looking for a new operator, but I haven't heard anything to say that one's been found, or what it might take to get the park up to code. It's possible this will lose Montaña Rusa, their wooden Möbius-strip roller coaster and one of only three like it in the world.

So. I don't know just what's going on here. But this seems abnormally grim a year for amusement parks. I don't think it's just that these were four parks I knew in person; the concentration of closing news seems like a lot. I suppose the La Feria news could have hit anytime, but all the other park closings feel to me like the leading edge of a serious crisis. May it only be one of amusement parks.

As for us? Well, this makes a much higher priority of our getting to Camden Park, in West Virginia. This has been a place we've wanted to get to for each of the last several years, and we've been trying to find some way to piggyback it with any other parks to be less of a long ride for one roller coaster. (Well, one marquee roller coaster; the park has others, plus, of course, a whole park.) Now, we're probably going to just accept we're going to have to drive the long way there and experience the park while it's still with us, even if the ride can't do further duty. Also, Conneaut Lake Park, which has somehow been doing all right without us, becomes a high-priority visit. I'm also considering whether, if work summons me back to New Jersey during the season, going to any small parks available even if I can't go with [profile] bunny_hugger. It seems urgent.

Trivia: Ranger 6, which crashed into the Moon (as designed) without the television camera ever turning on, was the twelfth successive American lunar flight failure. Source: Lunar Impact: The NASA History of Project Ranger, R Cargil Hall. SP-4210.

Currently Reading: Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, Editors Herb Galewitz, Don Winslow. So now that I've finally read the whole book, do I like it? ... And yes, I do, and found it mostly funny, although I'm not sure I can say why. It's all panel jokes, few of them forming stories (although the strips are presented out of chronological order, bunching together instead by who the star of the day's strip is, and only the occasional reference lets you guess when anything came out), each built around here's the featured character and his or her One Big Thing. Like, having a short temper. Or being incredibly fat. Or having quite long arms. But the jokes are reliably tied into everyone's big named trait, and often fairly ingeniously, and that way, they land. It's a weird experience, really.


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Beside the flying scooters ride is the queue for the Sleigh Ride, a zipline ride that we did not get on. Note that the sign implies this queue would have been the better part of an hour for the ride and we're not that delighted by the idea of a zipline ride anyway.


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A treat from the 80s: a Space Shuttle-themed rocking ship ride; they used to have one much like this in Great Adventure, although it wasn't painted in Air Force livery like that. It's so weird that a space-themed ride in a park near Colorado Springs would go so Air Force crazy like this, isn't it?


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Looking up at the Space Shuttle ride in its flight.


Sad news from my parents. Their cat has died.

It was sudden, and unexpected to me, but not so much to them. The cat had had a cancer scare last year, a tumor that was removed fairly easily and left her, for a while, forced to wear a cone or be scolded for licking her scar. I had thought that everything was fine after that, and when [profile] bunny_hugger and I visited my parents in January, the cat seemed in good shape. Maybe a little slower than she used to be, but who is not?

So apparently the tumor was more dangerous than I had understood. Or the surgery took more out of her than I'd realized. Maybe more than my parents had, too; as my father described it, they had woken up to find that she'd died, in the night.

It had happened several weeks ago, during a stretch that interrupted my routine weekly calls, as I missed them or got them at a bad moment or whatnot. My father mentioned it as casual old news.

This is the fourth cat they've had, and the last of the barn kittens that my sister had given to them. In fact, this cat I had brought from the barn where my sister then worked to my parents, coming home with me after a Christmas party that I had been invited to.

It's another sad thought about the passing of time, as though there were any happy thoughts about the passing of time. But here is another sad thought: my parents don't figure to get another cat. Not just because my sister lives a little farther away and it would take a little more effort to deliver a cat who didn't really belong in a barn. This cat was just over twelve years old when she died, and this felt abbreviated. There is something implied in the decision that they will not have another pet.

My parents are still in good health, so far as they have let on. And there's no reason to think otherwise. But where might they be, and in what state, for the next twelve years?

It's a hard thing to look at honestly, so I now look away and pet a rabbit of unknown age and parentage and history, but who acts young and still overflowing with life.

Trivia: In 1946 the Monopoly Guy was given a name --- Rich Uncle Pennybags --- for his appearance in the stock market game Rich Uncle. Source: The Game Makers: The Story Of Parker Brothers From Tiddledy Winks To Trivial Pursuit, Philip E Orbanes.

Currently Reading: Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, Editors Herb Galewitz, Don Winslow. So the strip, being ``slices of life'' from the days when you could have a hick trolley line running through lots of vacant lots to the town railroad station, and discontinued in 1955 when the last vestiges of the world it depicted of one-room schoolhouses and spinster librarians and the Foighten' Oirish Kid and general stores with checkers matches were forgotten, is of course quite dated in its trappings. And yet somehow it's more current than this line from its 1972 introductory matter: ``Remember tomboys, when that word was used without reference to a sexual abberation?'' Mr Galewitz, if you wish to make remarks like that I invite you to step into this door and knock yourself further senseless.


PS: Here's a couple of things at Santa's Workshop.

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One of the refreshment stands. The place being named Miss Muffet's is kind of a concession to there not really being an inherently Santa-y food place name.


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The Skee-ball arcade, and some of the games around that. There was no pinball.


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A flying scooters ride that looks like it's of the old generation. The ride type's gotten a revival in the 2010s but the center mechanism looks different.

It's been a week on my humor blog ripped from the headlines. Or almost. At least it's ripped from real life. Here's the various goings-on:

Now back to Santa's Workshop. Here with some more focus on the reindeer carousel that, it turns out, missed the one thing I most wanted to have documented. This figures.

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A look at the carousel in full, along with the canopy that's got a southwest motif.


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One of the more-traditional horses that fill out the carousel, once the reindeer are out of the way.


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And other horses on the carousel; the reindeer, you can see, are on the far side of things.


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The chariot on the Santa's Reindeer carousel. I think it's a sea-horse curling back and forth over itself, but the color scheme makes it a bit hard to parse in a still photograph at this angle.


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There's Rudolph, leading the way, with the quite bright nose.


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Prancer and Vixen, seen right up close.


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More of Santa's Reindeer. Behind the chariot you can see a lone reindeer, one that's not Rudolph.


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More for my paperwork and bureaucracy interests: the inspection certificate for the carousel.


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And the tenth reindeer. Obviously it's meant as a partner to Rudolph but set on its own. And I failed to get a picture with the reindeer's name; apparently I just trusted somehow that it would be visible on the non-romance side. Note the seat belt dangling over the antlers; buckling up people --- and putting the seat belts like this when the ride was done --- did much to make the ride slower and leave me un-willing to wait for another ride cycle and maybe a view of the other side.


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All right, then. A look over at the Christmas Tree Ride.


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Now I get at some interesting angles of the Christmas Tree Ride.


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And here's a look at the cars for the Christmas Tree Ride.


Trivia: 84 percent of Japan's television sets were tuned to watch the 1964 Olympic opening ceremony. 85 percent watched the women's volleyball finals (Japan's team won the gold). Source: A Modern History of Japan, Andrew Gordon.

Currently Reading: Fontaine Fox's Toonerville Trolley, Editors Herb Galewitz, Don Winslow. Collection of panels of the well-regarded, yet now forgotten, comic strip about a rickety and very scratchy trolley line. This is a book, from 1972, that I kept looking at in this one used book store when I was in grad school, never quite feeling like I should spare my precious money to buy it now. So this year when I was back in New Jersey and saw it ... yeah, I can spare ten bucks now easily and scratch an ancient itch.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 14, 2020: Simple Edition, which has a bit I like about it because I thought about why we simplify algebraic expressions.

We took our souvenir back to the car, and [profile] bunny_hugger grabbed her warm gloves which she'd left behind in the hurry not to miss the event. Then went back to buy general admission to the museum. There were several demonstrations going on for the Roger That! event, such as a couple of engineering majors from Grand Valley State University showing off their prototype for a contingency-sample-grabber in case astronauts return to the moon. We came in on the tail end of them explaining the design constraints and responses to someone else so we had to ask what exactly all this was for. Another demonstration was of iron cooled to the point of being diamagnetic, where it rejects all magnetic fields. This is the state that lets it levitate over a magnetic track, which they'd set up --- with a bit maybe too fussy to work reliably --- as a Möbius strip track. This only works at just the right speed, so it kept making a part of an orbit and dropping off. This in part because the presenter was so eager to have something to show he'd put the iron on the track before it had quite gotten cool enough.

We stuck mostly to the second floor of the museum, looking particularly at a display of ivory and related materials. This included talk about the ivory trade. One sign put forth the question about, granted that ivory is beautiful and can make beautiful things, but can't we have both ivory and the animals it's harvested from? [profile] bunny_hugger took a picture of the sign as a perfect example of framing questions about animals entirely in terms of human use of animals, that she might use in talking about environmental ethics classes sometime.

(This is as good a spot as any to mention a line I forgot in writing about Musgrave yesterday: in showing a picture of the tractor his family had when he was a kid, he asked if there were farm people here. And then answered, ``Of course there are, it's Michigan.'' Also apparently Musgrave has a position with the University of Michigan, Flint Campus?)

The last exhibit on the second floor, and the one that ate up more and more time, was Toys. We've been meaning to get to it for ages; it's been listed as a temporary exhibit, but that's gone on for years and ... oh, all right, they've just announced it will be closing this summer. Well, we got to it, then. The first room's a very abbreviated history of toys before the modern era. The ``oldest'' exhibit threatens to be a prank; it's just a Stick. Everyone who saw this was moved to photograph it, including me, who --- expecting to go to a pinball tournament --- had no real camera, just my iPod.

After this, though, it turned to a series of imitation recrooms, given date rooms and generations. Baby Boomers, 1946-64. Gen X, 1965-1980(or so). Millennials, 1980-199(?). Each room had a heap of toys, and a TV set playing a loop of commercials for the era. The attempt to divide the ages by generation and by date leads to some logical muddles. Like, the 80s G.I.Joe dolls get put under Millennial, and yeah, the dolls were still around and there's kids who grew up watching the cartoons. But they started coming out in 1982. There's a lot more Gen X kids who grew up playing with those. Granted that a discrete thing has to be put in one spot. But it did feel like both Millennials and Gen X were being cheated, Millennials by having their cohort represented with toys left over from the decade before them and Gen X by having their toys swiped by Millennials. On the other hand, this is also quite true. There's something a little weird that in 1990 you could get Transformers, G.I.Joe, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and My Little Pony toys, and you can do the same in 2020.

While the Gen X recroom seemed a little old-fashioned to my eyes, it also was the one that looked most like a place you actually would hang out and play. I don't know whether that's luck of the draw or what. Certainly helping is that they had a false stairway so it looked the most like going down into your friend's basement. Also it had a Sit-and-Spin, something I had not thought of for decades. It brought back many memories of sitting on it, and not getting to spin nearly enough to be interesting, until finally a sibling punched you. Their TV set never quite got to commercials that I particularly remembered, although we did find the amazingly narrow spot where you could actually hear the audio, as opposed to just reading the captions on a silent set. It's amazing how narrowly they could focus the audio on that.

Part of the exhibit, and something we had especially wanted to get there for, was the Arcade. This was meant to evoke the 80s video arcades and it was set up in a small room adjacent to the main hall. A couple video games, a change machine that it turns out was not just for show --- the games demanded quarters! --- and a juke box and a tabletop hockey game that seemed anachronistic to me. Also at least one of the video games was your modern multicade thing as opposed to something you could play in Circa 1983.

There was pinball, of course. The most glorious thing was a woodrail, a 1950s pinball game, which sadly had an Out of Order sign on it. This wasn't just our bad luck for the day; the game had lucite boxes around its flipper buttons, plunger, and coin slot. It was there to make sure you'd have the authentic arcade experience of the game that looks interesting but is out of order. Also out of order, apparently: Elektra, an early solid state pinball game. It wasn't signed as out of order, but it wouldn't take quarters --- it felt like the coinbox was jammed --- and people warned us not to waste our money, either because it wouldn't give credits or they didn't like the game. (Which I would understand; Elektra had a weird design.)

But there were two other games: Meteor and Whirlwind, both games that we like but also that we can play anytime. Well, not really anytime, but reasonably so: Meteor is one of the stalwarts of MJS's pole barn and often shows up at Pinball At The Zoo. Whirlwind they've just got in at the bowling alley on the west side of town. Still, no reason not to play them. We had a fine enough game on Meteor, and then on Whirlwind [profile] bunny_hugger was having a great time. The game, a late solid state, has a multiball mode that's incredibly hard to start; the ramp needed for it is harder than it looks. Yet she kept making it. Then the game made this harder still: the switches that are supposed to register the locked balls were sticky, not letting the ball settle into place. Despite this she got a three-ball multiball started and, as is traditional for Whirlwind, ended without a jackpot. It's a very difficult jackpot. Still, she got the two-ball multiball started. And tried the extremely hard plunge of the ball that, sometimes, on some machines, makes the ramp shot that scores the jackpot. And it did.

So she walked up to the machine and on her first game on it, put up seven million points and High Score #1. Pretty good playing.

And now somehow, first, it was past 4 pm and the museum was closing in less than an hour; and second, people were playing Spectrum. It even looked like they had 16 credits or some ludicrous number like that. Maybe there was a coin box avalanche? I'd also gone over and given someone a hand finding the 'start' button on Meteor, causing me to realize how weird it is that start button placement migrated for so very long before, after the early 80s, freezing in place. Not sure what's going on there.

Rather than wait for Elektra --- there is literally no guessing what a novice at a pinball table with over a dozen credits will do --- we went downstairs. We hadn't yet ridden the carousel. They have a 1928 Spillman carousel, set in a glass rotunda extended from the main building; it's in glorious shape and to ride that on a day that's still quite bright considering a fine misty snow has come out of nowhere ... well, that would be grand. And make for some good pictures for [profile] bunny_hugger's annual self-made carousel calendar for 2021.

It was closed.

For the day, the sign said, although a sign next to it thanked the donor who had paid for a major renovation. One expected to take six years to complete. We might not ride this again until 2027!

We would learn later things aren't that dire. The museum expects the ride to reopen this fall. Considering that when we were last here, a couple years ago, the carousel was not in bad shape it implies they must be keeping extraordinary care of it. No idea what all takes six years to finish. The signs did promise they would be replacing all the very many incandescent bulbs with LED bulbs. This ... mm. Well, it'll look different. It's probably a good change to make, since it'll demand less power, and less maintenance in replacing bulbs. And the lessened light bulb heat will strain the wooden mechanism less.

Still, it left us jabbed a bit. Not that we wouldn't have spent the rest of the day in the museum, had we known the carousel was closed, but that we had expected to get at least one ride in.

Rather than go back to Toys we looked at some of the projects that school teams had made as part of Roger That! After Story Musgrave's talk had finished, they'd announced prizes for various group projects; about half the teams had someone on-hand to accept an award and applause from the people lingering after the talk. Here, we saw a bunch of Science Fair-type posterboards and craft projects aimed at answering ... we weren't precisely sure. The projects seemed to circle around ``communities in space'' and also ``water in space'', with maybe a side of robots. The write-ups were almost iconically School Project, in endearing ways. Well, [profile] bunny_hugger was not endeared to the group whose card explained the methods they used to research their project was ``Google Scholar'', nothing further said. But I was endeared to the number of projects that explained the hardest part of the project was getting everyone in the group to know what they were supposed to be doing and what they were not.

Beside this was a small gallery of space-themed art projects, which we found the most interesting; they were all done by serious art students or working artists in celebration of particular astronauts or accomplishments and they had a nice variety of styles and iconography that even I could understand. And this brought us near enough to closing time; we huddled in the gift shop --- [profile] bunny_hugger bought some astronaut ice cream and some small fossils --- until we were ready to brave the weather again.

It was maybe 5:30 --- a half-hour past the museum close and there were still people hanging around the first-floor gallery so it's a very soft close --- and we debated whether to eat in town. We figured to. We tried to go to Stella's, the hipster bar, but it was dinnertime on a Saturday and the wait for a two-person table was already ``maybe an hour''. So we settled instead in Two Beards, the sandwich shop we'd usually get an easy lunch from when we were playing in Grand Rapids Pinball League regularly. They were almost full too; we got seats only by my tossing coats over a couple chairs when one couple left. And yet over the course of our early dinner the place mostly cleared out. Apparently the weekend dinner rush is quite tightly focused.

After this we stopped in the Pyramid Scheme, which we haven't been to much since we dropped out of the Grand Rapids Pinball League. It turns out they've replaced the Total Nuclear Annihilation, a great retro-style pinball game, and that's rather disappointed us. They did have a Pinball Magic, a mid-90s Capcom pinball game that's rare and weird and we were glad to see that. Less glad when it turned out the magnet gimmick that lets you lock balls --- by having them run along the end of a magic wand prop --- didn't work, so that multiball was inaccessible. But a couple games in we did get the hang of playing this, somewhat, at least. We also played a game of Twilight Zone --- one of the few tables they have there, now, that isn't also at the hipster bar in Lansing --- despite it being right next to the front door and so blasted with cold air intermittently. We both had amazingly good games. [profile] bunny_hugger had, if not her best, then certainly among her best ever games of it. And was quite cross with me for having a slightly better game. I started to have fancies of reaching Lost in the Zone, the game's wizard mode, which evaporated when the last ball did a Twilight Zone classic, jumping out of the pop bumpers into the right outlane.

And this was enough day for us. We got back to the parking garage, where we'd had to get nearly to the top to find a single open non-reserved space, and I drove us home, in [profile] bunny_hugger's car. She had to check on a minor crisis at work --- I'd brought the Mi-Fi, not being sure whether RLM's place had wireless --- and then getting confused about whether MWS had made it to that tournament after all. (He hadn't.) But apparently JTV, who we never see anymore, did and that's a shame to have missed.

And that was our Saturday expedition.

Trivia: oddy McDowell joined the panels for KTLA's Pantomime Quiz in 1947 by wandering into the studio and being fascinated by the proceedings, then asking if he could join in. Source: Quiz Craze, Thomas A DeLong.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.


PS: Taking a step back from the band organ at Santa's Workshop.

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Sign explaining the carousel and some of its history; although it was a fair bit after the hour when we were here, it was still playing, suggesting a pretty long performance.


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Here, just some of the landscape of the park. And the long slope downhill past the Skee-ball gallery.


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More of the landscaping. It's surely the most off-level park we've visited.


I finally got a hint of what we were doing by seeing a logo for ``Roger That!'' And remembered that [profile] bunny_hugger, fresh off seeing the movie Apollo 13 for the first time, had asked if I knew Roger Chaffee was from Grand Rapids? I did not, although guess who the planetarium there is named for. And in some small talk she asked which astronauts I've seen, like, in person. My most exciting connection is a chat with Harrison Schmitt, Apollo 17, working out that a picture in this one Peanuts book was certainly not him, and was probably from Apollo 15, but that he autographed anyway.

``Roger That!'' is a four-year-old science-outreach program of the Grand Rapids Public Museum. It's held in mid-February, to match Roger Chaffee's birthday of the 15th, so we were there on his actual birthday. The talk we were there for: Astronaut Story Musgrave Presents: From Farm Kid to Trauma Surgeon to Rocketman and Way Beyond. We settled into the lecture hall early, getting second-row seats (the first row was reserved) and wondering just how full it would get. It turns out only about half full, even though the event was ``sold out'', a hazard of tickets that are free but request reservation. If we made any mistake it was that we sat on the right side of the stage; the people organizing this, and Musgrave himself, hung around the left side, where the podium was, and Musgrave walked around the seats there chatting and looking back up and all that. This is just as well: I am a bad small talker at the best of times and could not possibly think of anything non-embarrassing to say in the circumstance. That Peanuts book thing with Harrison Schmitt I had weeks to prepare for.

We did watch in the row with us a family with three kids, all of whom had sketchpads and all of whom were drawing ... something or other. An empty stage doesn't seem like much of an artistic subject, but [profile] bunny_hugger was impressed by the parents encouraging that creativity. I'm impressed they had the courage to draw like that in public; I'd be far too bashful to try.

Musgrave's title for his talk likely gave you some idea what it was about. He took his hour --- he was careful to check on the time, and several times remarked on whether he would finish by the designated hour of 12:11, after they started ten minutes late ``because of the traffic'' --- to describe his life. It's been a lot of life. Musgrave belongs to that class of astronauts who didn't particularly think about going to space as a child. They just kept doing a lot of things and eventually this set him on a rocket. So he had a lot of adventures. Including a lot of college experiences. Musgrave's credited with six academic degrees (a BS, an MBA, a BA, an MD, an MS, and an MA), and his talk gave the impression he would just feel a little restless one weekend so he'd drive to a small town, ask where the nearest college was, and ask if they have any application blanks on hand.

I have cultivated the habit, if I must give a Powerpoint-style presentation, to put a slide up and leave it up for a good minute or so. Musgrave has different habits. He put up and advanced through slides fast enough to be exhausting. Well, anyone's life will be confusing if reduced to one hour's talk, but especially so when there are things that were done simultaneously but have to be presented in some particular order. For example, Musgrave did a lot of work as trauma surgeon while he was part of the 1967 group of NASA astronauts. He didn't mention this was the group that named itself the ``Excess Eleven'', so-called because their first day Director of Flight Crew Operations Deke Slayton warned them there were no flight spots available for them for the foreseeable future. Without that knowledge it kind of seems like he wondered, oh, I don't know, will I pop over to Skylab this weekend or pick up a couple hours at the emergency room?

This was all a very funny talk, as you might expect if you've seen Musgrave on a TV show. Quite lighthearted, as well. Now and then a theme tried to intrude, of some vague thoughts about preparing yourself for how you're going to make your mark in the world. It never quite got to being a motivational speech, but there were a couple slides where I felt like he was going that way. But it's hard to come up with a grand lesson about a kid who worked out how to get a college education paid for by the GI Bill and a wrestling scholarship and being in the Reserves and a side hustle doing mechanic work was preparing himself to fly into space on all five space shuttles. I can make one out: his attestation of himself is that he worked very hard to be really good at a great diversity of things, so that when some extraordinary opportunities were available, he was the best candidate for them. It didn't quite get there, though.

[profile] bunny_hugger told me how she had thought about buying one of Musgrave's books --- which he had mentioned included one that's pictures of the T-38 planes astronauts fly, many of which happen by wild coincidence to include the space shuttle in frame --- so that he could autograph it. But she had read up on it and learned that Musgrave doesn't do autographs much anymore, as they're too often just put right up on eBay. You know how it is; the marketization of everything has wrecked every hobby. And then at the end of the talk they announced he would be signing autographs just outside.

I'm surprised that only perhaps a quarter of the people at the lecture stuck around for an autograph. The line formed outside, more or less following this set of moonwalker footprints placed on the carpet and mostly meant to lead to the Roger Chaffee display. There was enough ambiguity in the line placement that we ended up behind a group of people who were just standing there, talking, for a couple minutes before they noticed we were behind them. All right.

Musgrave had eight-by-tens of old NASA publicity photos; the one we got was of his first spaceflight, on Challenger, STS-6. He autographed it to both of us. [profile] bunny_hugger mentioned how going to this talk, which was great, was her Valentine's Day gift to me. I agreed, and that I liked it ... and that my gift to her was a T-shirt. It was the new red Silverball Museum t-shirt that I'd secretly picked up when I was back in New Jersey in January. She was wearing it, part of the subterfuge that tricked me into coming here. I cannot guess what Musgrave thought of these revelations.

Trivia: On the 19th of February, 1903, a Harrisburg newspaper reported on Milton Hershey buying ``all the land bordering Spring Creek, from its source until it empties into Swatara Creek'', the spot which would become the town of Hershey. Source: Hershey: Milton S Hershey's Extraordinary Life of Wealth, Empire, and Utopian Dreams, Michael D'Antonio.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 11, 2020: Symbols Edition, which turned out to feature more of me thinking about my elementary school experiences than usual.


PS: Looking around Santa's Workshop a little longer.

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Some more of the reindeer on the Santa's Workshop carousel.


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There are not only reindeer on the carousel. It has two chariots, naturally, an a couple of regular horses.


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And here's one of the park's band organs, opposite the sidewalk from the carousel.

Valentine's Day was a bit low-key around here. [profile] bunny_hugger has had one of those colds that drains all the color from life. And, separately, a doctor's appointment that took up the whole morning. In the evening she mentioned that we were going to a pinball tournament the next day, though. RLM was having another tournament in his fairly-new facility just outside Grand Rapids. Bit of short notice but, that's all right, I can roll with that. When she started to talk about a tournament I thought she was talking about a new Bells and Chimes tournament, since [profile] bunny_hugger's wanted to get to those more often. It would be a morning tournament, annoying, moreso as RLM wanted everyone checked in by 10:30, but we've certainly done worse.

Come morning [profile] bunny_hugger packed a cooler with drinks while I showered and all. We didn't need to bring food; RLM was going to provide pizza. We started out in my car, to find the low-tire-pressure light was on and I don't know whether that was legitimately low or whether it's just reflecting that it's been bitterly cold. Anyway, we swapped out to [profile] bunny_hugger's car, and in the confusion I never noticed that she didn't get the cooler out of my car. Which would have been a trick, since she had never put it in my car.

I'm only about 40% sure I could guide us to RLM's place unaided. My satellite navigator has the place in it, so I brought that in case hers did not have it recorded. It didn't, but she had the address, so now it is recorded. And we got started, later than we really wanted but still on time to get to RLM's by 10:30 ... with even a few minutes to spare, if there were no late traffic problems. We got almost to the point where I-96 splits off the spur that goes into Grand Rapids when [profile] bunny_hugger told me to stop the podcast. She had a confession.

When she said we were going to a pinball tournament, she was lying.

We were going to something in Grand Rapids instead.

She had the address for the place, and could I put that into the satellite navigator instead. All right. And did I have any guesses what we might be doing instead?

No, I had no idea. This kind of fib would be the sort of thing to get someone to a surprise party. But it's not anywhere near my birthday, nor our anniversary, and while it's kind of close to our designated relationship anniversary (Leap Day) it's not all that close. Possibly a concert? But then we similar logical problems: why keep that a secret? Also, who'd be starting a concert at 11 am? (Well, something with upper-class connotations, like an orchestral performance or something.) Longer-shot thoughts: a play? An (animals-free) circus? Going to one, as a surprise Valentine's Day present, that starts to make sense again.

We got to the address. It was the Grand Rapids Public Museum. Which made, like, a concert or opera or play a pretty low-probability event, and almost knocked out the circus idea. All [profile] bunny_hugger would tell me --- and I did say I wanted yet to be surprised, so it's not like she was teasing me by withholding information --- was that it started at 11, and doors opened 10:30, and it had sold out. Well, the tickets were free, but they had all been claimed. All right.

As we pulled up to the museum I noticed, as in paid attention to, the Apollo boilerplate capsule the place has on the corner. The capsule, BP-1227, was lost in 1970 during recovery training exercises, discovered by a Soviet fishing vessel, or by a Soviet ``fishing vessel'' if you prefer, returned, and set up in Grand Rapids as a time capsule in 1976. Just a neat thing to observe.

In the entrance lobby [profile] bunny_hugger showed off her tickets and we got wristbands. We also overheard a couple who were upset to learn that they had unnecessarily bought general-admission tickets to the museum with their event reservations; the event was free and did not demand museum admission. I do not know how this resolved itself. I did look around for clues, but found nothing distinctive in the entrance hall. Just, you know, the signs listing admission prices for the museum, the planetarium shows, the Bodies Alive exhibit, and boasting of their antique carousel. A group of people with wristbands all waiting for the event venue to open. No real hint for what the event was, though.

And so that's the state of deception and intrigue which I faced, Saturday morning. Also, the discovery that [profile] bunny_hugger can get me to just shrug and go along with anything by the expedient of declaring ``it's for a pinball event''.

Trivia: On Vasco de Gama's 1497 voyage around the southern end of Africa his ships were out of sight of land for 95 days. Columbus's ships during the 1492 voyage were out of sight of land for only 36 days. Source: A Splendid Exchange: How Trade Shaped The World, William J Bernstein.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.


PS: Please enjoy a nice trio of pictures from Santa's Workshop and our visit to it.

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Sign attempting to curate the Santa's Workshop Herschell-Spillman Carousel. The trivia is completely wrong; there's no difference between a carousel (or its alternate spellings) and a merry-go-round, however much people really want there to be some division.


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The carousel is themed to Santa's Reindeer, sensibly enough, and they also have a sign curating that part of things. My confidence in their research was shaken by that merry-go-round/carousel distinction they tried to draw, but I can say that the assertion of the reindeer being named ``Dunder'' on first printing is true: the Troy Record (at least) once reprinted the original newspaper appearance of the poem and, yes, Dunder it was. So that rebuilds some confidence.


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And here's some of the carousel! Each of the reindeer gets their name printed on their side. The carousel is a Hershell-Spillman, not a Golden Age of Carousel-Carving antique, although it is a mechanism made from the 40s through ... well, whenever in the 60s Santa's Workshop got their carousel so it's Old If Not Quite Antique there.

I had a back-to-normal week for publishing on my mathematics blog! This mostly by having a lot of comics to write about. How many comics? This many comics:

Meanwhile, in the story comics: What's Going On In Prince Valiant? What is a 'Virgate' and why would someone want it? November 2019 - February 2020 plot in recap.

Now back to June 2018 and our visit to the Santa's Workshop theme park in Cascade, Colorado.

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And now, on with the show! Bryan Magic Productions presents ... and encourages you to take photographs, a thing I was not expecting ... of ...


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John Bryan, as Balthazzar the Wizard, in the Magic Toy Shoppe! That it looks so very homemade endeared the performance all the more to us.


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Balthazzar the Wizard midway through one of those tricks where --- trust me --- it's about assembling a picture of Santa Claus the right away. Right now his head is underneath his feet.


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Volunteer come up to help with one of the tricks.


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So before your very eyes this sketch of Santa Claus will disappear into a sleeve and be spontaneously colored in!


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And what's inside this collapsible magic box? Well, a stuffed rabbit, Balthazzar said, as his rabbit had gone on holiday to Brussels and he would have to make do. But still ...


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Oh! No, he's back early, something that [profile] bunny_hugger realized well before I did. (She noticed the box moving; I accepted that he was going to do the trick with a stuffed rabbit, which is after all the same stunt.)


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The rabbit's appearance was the climax of the show, and good, because I was not at all sure that the rabbit was very happy being held like this. Afterward people were invited to come up and pet the rabbit. Balthazzar asked about our own rabbits and we said, as was true, that we had two at home. ``Well, last you looked there were two'' (or something like that) he answered, and we didn't bother going into how they were both female and spayed.


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Back outside: told you it was a short show. This ride's decorated to look like a stylish white Christmas tree. It's really a Roto-Jet, though, much like the Satellite we'd ridden the day before at Lakeside Amusement Park.


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[profile] bunny_hugger getting some snaps of the ride, as seen in the ride-safety mirror.


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Looking up to the top of the Christmas Tree Ride, their themed Roto-Jet.


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And what the Christmas Tree Ride looks like in action. The cars are made to look like ornament balls and you get to choose how high or low to fly them.


Thanks for reading. And tomorrow? I have events in my life to journal again! Please join me for a tale of [profile] bunny_hugger's deceit and treachery and a day in Grand Rapids!

Trivia: In 1933 Albert Ross Eckler, with the Census Bureau, estimated past economies on the basis of six measurements, including railway receipts, imports, and coal and pig iron production. He estimated the depression of 1893-1895 saw the American gross national product drop about 26 percent, almost as dramatic as the 32 percent collapse from 1873 to 1877. Source: A Nation of Deadbeats: An Uncommon History of America's Financial Disasters, Scott Reynolds Nelson.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.