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We went into Canada without any real currency. Maybe C$3.50 in a toonie and some quarters picked up in loose change. We figured at some point we'd stop at an ATM and get some of the local scrip. But on our drive in, we never did; we used credit cards for gas and the restaurant and all that. Ultimately we'd never get any Canadian bills, and the only currency exchange we'd do was when I got four quarters for a US dollar out of a bilingual change machine. But this is relevant in today's story only because the satellite navigator's path from our hotel to Canada's Wonderland took us onto a toll road. I worried about how we'd pay at the booth, and never came to a toll both. We just passed signs warning that non-Ontario plates would be billed by mail. So I guess they're photographing license plates and sometime I'll get a notice from the province? Anyway, really feel good about the surveillance state thinking of me like that.

Canada's Wonderland was built in the 70s (it opened 1981) by Taft, the company that also built Kings Island and Kings Dominion. It used roughly similar design philosophies for each park, to the point that [profile] bunny_hugger's memories of her first trips to Kings Island and to Canada's Wonderland merge together. The park is now part of the Cedar Fair chain, so our passes for Cedar Point and Michigan's Adventure would get us admission. The entrance was just off the toll road, like, immediately across the street from the off-ramp. That was disconcerting. The front gate, of a style like the current Michigan's Adventure, faces a major road that itself is opposite some strip malls. So, like, if we had wanted we could have gotten our hands stamped, gone out to Subway for a lunch at civilian prices, and gone back in. We didn't, but the option was there.

Like Kings Island, the front of the park has a wide reflecting pool with International-themed gift shops around it. And here a park employee came up and took photographs of the two of us which, ultimately, we would buy as souvenirs. In front of the reflecting pool is the Canadian flag rendered in flowers. Behind the pool, rather than a one-third-scale Eiffel Tower, is a mountain. Wonder Mountain is this massive concrete construction, with two layers of waterfalls leading to the reflecting pool. Apparently in the old days you could walk around it as a viewing tower; that's long-since gone. Several roller coasters go through the mountain now, though, or above it, and it dominates the skyline and any impressions of the park.

So perhaps unwisely, we started our riding day with the Wonder Mountain rides. I say unwisely because it turns out --- we hadn't checked --- that Canada's Wonderland has seventeen roller coasters. This is as many as Cedar Point has. We normally take, like, the three days of Halloweekends to ride all of those at Cedar Point. What chance would we have in one day at Canada's Wonderland? We had thoughts that maybe we should have planned a two-day visit. But we resolved, you know, we'll do what we can and enjoy that. But after the Wonder Mountain rides we would go by priority, the things we'd feel worst about missing. There were some roller coasters --- the wild mouse, the one that's a clone of Michigan's Adventure's Thunderhawk, the boomerang shuttle coaster --- that we wouldn't feel bad about missing. And it would turn out there was one kiddie coaster that doesn't allow unaccompanied adults. Still, it's a lot of riding to hope for in a twelve-hour park day.

Thunder Run is a kids' coaster, with a train that has a real, like, steam-locomotive-shaped train out front. It goes around a short spiral twice. Its second time through the station the ride operator says ``Choo choooooo'' into the microphone. It's fun and it left me with strange operational thoughts. Like, someone was the first person to think of choo-choooooing. Who was that, and what was their inspiration? When did this become standard? Are operators obliged to do it, or do they just do it because it's kind of fun and gets a good crowd reaction and why would you not do it then? ... Anyway, the train goes outside and inside the mountain. Inside it spirals around a nice giant dragon head that [profile] bunny_hugger missed on our first ride. I tipped her off to where it was and where to find it so she didn't miss the next trip.

Thunder Run was one of the five original roller coasters at Canada's Wonderland; it was there the day the park opened. Curiously, it wasn't built into Wonder Mountain when it first opened. It was moved into the mountain in 1986. I don't know where it originally was. There's a ride video on Canada's Wonderland's web site, although good luck finding the dragon there. (Its eyes do glow, which might help.)

Our next stop was the bathroom built into Wonder Mountain, which it turns out was there from the original construction. That's fun. I like a good thematically interesting bathroom.

But our next ride was Wonder Mountain's Guardian. And it's a roller coaster ... I ... guess? It kind of challenges definitions. It's built into the mountain, and in fun ways. There's ``fossilized'' dinosaurs in the ``cavern'' walls, for example. Also actual fossilized footprints of a groundhog who visited the platform when its concrete was still wet. But what's challenging about this is that it's partly an interactive dark ride: you have laser guns that you point at targets to make stuff, much of it on giant video screens, happen. It feels much like a roller coaster, since you start out by ascending a lift hill and you go on a short track around and through the mountain some. But then you get into the interactive part where ... honestly, it just feels immoral. You get dropped into some kind of dragon workshop and everyone stops their work to fight off you, the intruders. And yeah, they're shooting arrows and throwing spears at you, but, I mean, it's their goldsmithing you're interrupting. I don't think it's just that [profile] bunny_hugger and I are furries and inclined to take the dragon's side in a quarrel like this. I think we've just reached the point in life we can't enjoy shooting somebody without a moral context.

It's a hybrid ride. There's a bit of roller coaster, including a darned surprising bit of free fall. There's a bit of interactive dark ride. I guess overall we feel like it's enough roller coaster to count on our tallies, but, mm. It still feels funny calling it a roller coaster somehow.

We stopped to take a good serious look at our maps. And in the garden planter nearby noticed something: a groundhog. We're always fans of wildlife at amusement parks, and this was a good-size and not-particularly-shy groundhog poking around. It gave [profile] bunny_hugger some nice long looks, and she watched, not reaching for her camera lest she scare the creature off. That was a great moment, though.

After the groundhog went back to its business a young woman came up and asked our help getting to the water park. (We had a park map open, which is part of why we looked ready to be asked something.) We did our best to guide her, but admitted we hadn't been there before. Our advice was that the water park was beside this particular roller coaster, and that would be a landmark. We will never know whether we led this poor person astray. But we gave our sincerest best advice.

Trivia: The General Diet of the Hanseatic League met, three times out of four, in Lübeck, though other cities would host it. Source: Gold and Spices: The Rise of Commerce in the Middle Ages, Jean Favier. (Meetings were not regular. Lübeck was a very central town.)

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell. (It probably won't surprise you to learn but a lot of the last week and a half I haven't actually been reading anything, rather than taking my time through a book that's only like 350 pages. But, like, half that week we were on the trip I'm describing, and then there was post-trip expeditions, and a day out at pinball, and other stuff that took me away from my normal reading times.)


PS: Here they are! My final pictures of Six Flags Mexico!


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Flash photograph of the gazebo up front with the nativity scene inside.


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A non-flash photograph: near the entrance there was enough ambient light you could see both the trees and the lights around the trees. Notice how the crowd's just pouring out of the park.


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A last look at the entrance to Six Flags Mexico. Fun park. Would be nice to see it again sometime.


After we got into Canada we had mostly highway 402 to drive. And we had one of those nagging doubts: had [profile] bunny_hugger brought her laptop? I had moved most of our luggage into my car that morning, but her laptop had been one of the things I didn't touch, in part because she had the checklist on that. She couldn't remember putting it in the car, though. We had the backseat down, but she couldn't see it in the back, and she didn't remember seeing it when we had been out getting that first letterbox. So we took a detour off 402 to check the backseat and, yes, her laptop was there. It was just behind stuff.

There was a letterbox in a rest stop east of Woodstock. Finding the rest stop was taxing because we saw a billboard announcing it was just ahead, and then ... nothing. We couldn't figure how we'd missed a rest are, but we drove for a dozen miles without any hint of it. Finally we saw another billboard saying it was ten kilometers (or something) ahead and we could rationalize the first sign as having warned us so early about the rest area as to have been confusing and a bit alarming.

The letterbox was a new one, planted in January and not yet found. It was set off of a side parking lot, one roughly near a picnic area rather than the main rest area. We pulled up to the side parking lot, a few spaces away from another car, and a person who looked quizzically at us. But the person left pretty soon, and we could go about looking for the letterbox without being observed by any curious outsiders. The box was hidden in the line of evergreen trees along a fenced area of the property, easy to spot once you worked out which was the line of trees.

And we got there and opened the box and ... we were not the first finders. This box, which had rested nearly six months without being picked up, had a stamp in it. And a date. That day.

It's absurd to think that the other car in the lot we arrived was that letterboxer, right? And that we missed being the first-finders by minutes? On the other hand, why would someone bother parking off on the side lot where there was nothing, not even an open bathroom? Did they size up what we must have been there for?

The letterbox was themed to, according to my log, the Whitehern Window, a stained-glass window for a local building of historic interest. (Somehow I'm not able to find the letterboxing clue so I don't know how [profile] bunny_hugger learned about it.) The stamp was made of this interesting clear rubber material that's a new one on us. It printed well, though, and better: when you had the stamp inked and pressed on the book, you could see through to the page being inked. This gave it a great impression of being a window, fitting the theme nicely. It also means it's sightly possible to check that you have pressed down on the whole stamp. Have to wonder whether this carving material is going to work its way into other letterboxes. There's obvious advantages to it.

(We think it's the same material used for a hitchhiker we'd picked up last year. It felt very similar at least.)

Inside the rest area we had our first stop in a Canadian Tim Horton's. [profile] bunny_hugger had been mildly obsessed with the place her last Canada visit, a decade-plus ago, but since then they've colonized mid-Michigan. So we figured we'd only stop at a Tim Horton's when, like now, it was just the only place there to really get coffee. We would be hilariously wrong about this. ... Also our eyes were drawn to a New York Fries stand, with its promise of poutine. We figured we'd try that out sometime later. We would be merely ordinarily wrong about that.

That was it for major interesting diversions on our drive. We pulled up to our hotel. It was a pretty nice one for the standard of our usual amusement-park-visit hotels. As we entered the lobby a flock of people, there as part of an (Asian) Indian wedding party, were streaming out and in a rush and apparently determined to run into at least one of us. I dodged several times only to have someone swerve right for me, and [profile] bunny_hugger had the same experience. The front desk had a sign welcoming people who were there for the wedding and I infer that this was a big crowd that was anxious and running late, although how anyone thought it would speed things up to collide with a couple people trying to check in is anyone's guess. [profile] bunny_hugger thought the last person in the bunch looked horrified at the rudeness of all this, but clearly, there was a mission and we were just in the way.

Our mission, after settling in, was to find somewhere to eat. The challenge was finding someplace that wasn't in danger of closing on us, as it was already past 8:30. [profile] bunny_hugger found an Indian restaurant that was open until 10 pm, and good. I tried putting forth that, of course, 10 pm Canadian was only like 7 pm American time, and she would not have that joke at all, wisely and correctly cutting off a long string of potential merry conversion nonsense right at the start of our trip.

We were the only people sitting at the restaurant, although a couple people came in for take-away meals. It was a pleasant spot, with an entirely vegetarian menu, something that made it easier to order with confidence. The menu didn't list what the ingredients of any meals were, and it did list shahi paneer twice, like four lines apart. The price was the same for both shahi paneers, though. It was really good Indian food, too. And the music --- well, that was odd. It sounded mostly like Indian pop music, but the songs kept cutting out and restarting, as if someone's iPod were skipping. Still, it was a great place for dinner and we figured we would certainly come back, if we had the chance, which we would not.

Trivia: On the 21st of February, 1862, Nathaniel ``Nat'' Gordon was hanged for illicit slave trading; the first and only American hanged for that federal crime, declared equivalent to piracy four decades earlier. Source: Smuggler Nation: How Illicit Trade Made America, Peter Andreas.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.


PS: I'm almost out of Six Flags Mexico a this point in my photograph review. Do I make it? Look on!

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Water pouring out the mouth of an Aztec-styled dragon head and into the basin below. I hadn't noticed it earlier in the day (maybe it wasn't on?) but by night it was exactly the kind of challenging play of lights and shapes I can't resist photographing.


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In the front gift shop were these odd cubical plush figures. And I don't know what to make of the cube plushes of that kitten from the cartoon where the bulldog is horrified that the kitten got chomped up and flattened by the industrial machinery. You know?


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Hey, it's the cast of a really really really awful Looney Tunes cartoon from the 60s!

So we are back safely and successfully from our amusement park trip. Our prime goals were to get to Canada's Wonderland and to Seabreeze Park. Canada's Wonderland is a sister park to Cedar Point, and particularly to Kings Island, which [profile] bunny_hugger hadn't been to in ages and I had never visited. Seabreeze, in Rochester, New York, is an ancient amusement park with (they claim) the oldest continuously-operating roller coaster, and we've wanted to get there for years. [profile] bunny_hugger found other parks that would be in the vicinity, and that we could pick up as time allowed. The big, weird constraint: this early in the season? Parks close early, especially up there. Seabreeze we'd have to visit on a weekend day to see at night. But she found a hotel that was not close to any of the parks we might visit, but that wasn't far from them either. We could have a nice central spot and get to parks as time and weather allowed.

For a wonder we set out driving --- I logged our whole visit at about 1,019 miles, two-thirds of the Keeweenaw Peninsula visit last year --- just about on time. [profile] bunny_hugger's parents would watch Sunshine. And we had just gotten all the fish out of the basement and into the backyard. This was thanks to trapping. Also to my realization that the siphon I used to change the waters could also drain the tanks to the point I could grab any fish who wouldn't be trapped.

[profile] bunny_hugger found several letterboxes along the route to our Toronto hotel. Two of them would be on the United States side of the border, and one on the Canadian. It promised to break up the ride a little at least. The first one was at a rest area quite close to us --- we pass it when we visit MWS --- and we did not stop for it. The weather was against us. It has been a very rainy spring, here in Michigan, and the week was no less rainy. We were getting intermittent downpours and, as we approached the first rest area, a new one was coming up. We figured to let this wait for some other time. Maybe get the next rest area.

At the next area ... yeah, there was a bit of a gap in the clouds. We pulled over to a rest stop that was surprisingly high relative the road. I expect hills like this in New England, not Michigan. The letterbox clue was, per tradition, confusingly written (what does it mean to line up with a tree?) and we started out looking in the wrong grove of trees altogether. But a fresh start and we found ... it was starting to rain again. All right. But we found the letterbox, and to our delight even a hitchhiker, a miniature letterbox hidden within the bigger. Great success to start the day off. The letterbox had taken some damage and we replaced its torn zip-lock bag with a fresh one, for better waterproofing. We did not leave the hitchhiker we'd picked up in Ohio behind; we thought we could get that one a little farther yet. This would be the first time [profile] bunny_hugger's had two hitchhikers in her kit.

And east we drove on I-69. This would take us to Port Huron, and the first time I've driven into Canada. And, apart from airplane layovers, the first time I've been in Canada. Somehow I had just missed the experience. The weather, meanwhile, misted this experience. As we approached the bridge we could barely see its far side. The weather forecast was for a lot of rainy days. [profile] bunny_hugger asked if we should postpone this whole thing altogether. We didn't have any tickets or reservations or anything that were time-limited; if we cancelled, all we would lose was the time we'd spent driving. While I'm usually the one suggesting we write off our sunk costs, I said no. It hasn't been like this was the rainy week of the season; there wasn't much reason to think a week later would be any better. And while the forecasts for rain kept saying rain, they had also been forecasting less rain. Things might work out all right anyway.

So we got to the bridge, which is a pretty high one emerging from a Port Huron neighborhood. I wondered if there were any houses underneath. We paid the toll, drove over, and then stopped at the customs checkpoint. We had our passports --- [profile] bunny_hugger had her brand-new one --- and I had my car insurance card as my father had worried us with his claim that we needed proof of insurance. It turns out you need car insurance, but they didn't check any time we crossed the border. OK, then. The customs officer asked the purpose of our trip and destination. I offered tourism, and Toronto. That we were going to Canada's Wonderland. And then I thought, like, we're hundreds of miles (and even more hundreds of kilometers) from there. Would he know I wasn't being sarcastic? Bear in mind, I come from a sarcastic family; we always sound like that, even when we're just talking about nothing emotionally charged. But no, he knew the amusement park, and he said he hoped we didn't have tickets for tonight. No, we were planning on going the next day. He said good, tomorrow should be better weather.

And there we were, the first Canada leg of our trip begun.

Trivia: The 52 acres which Random Olds bought in Lansing in 1901 for the Olds company cost about $35,000 less than the purported price for five acres of land the Olds Motor Works purchased in Detroit in 1899. Source: R E Olds: Auto Industry Pioneer, George S May.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

PS: Six Flags Mexico was closing for the night, so let's see how long I can drag that out in pictures.

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A last look at the polar bears and the carousel pavilion.


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... Six Corn? ... All right, if we could have Six Pizza, why not Six Corn? I don't remember having seen this earlier in the day.


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A view of Medusa Steel Coaster from above the plaza near the front of the park.

So I guess I'm only barely writing my mathematics blog anymore. I'm at peace with that. I like to think I'll feel better now that I've accepted this fact rather than trying to resolve to write more and not getting around to it. The past week's meager text:

For the story strips: What's Going On In Gasoline Alley? What's with the woman living in Rufus's house? April - June 2019 in summary. It's not been a very busy time and that's all right.

And what should be my last big batch of Six Flags Mexico pictures before the start of my newest amusement park trip report. Please enjoy the end of the parade!

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And here's Lola Bunny, seen doing what she's known best for: technically existing. Also the Christmas-livery Foghorn Leghorn greeting kids by the side.


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More of the Looney Tunes characters, all of whom seemed to turn away from me and my camera whenever I was taking a picture.


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The big finale float with superstars Bugs Bunny and Laser-Eye Santa Claus!


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Not sure how it is Sylvester and Tweety rate the big finale float alongside Bugs and Laser Santa but, all right, nice to see them having fun.


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Santa giving Sylvester a pretty harsh side-laser-eye there.


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And now I learn what ``That's All, Folks!'' is in Mexican Spanish.


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... Oh yeah, pedaling up behind the end of the parade. Figures. Yeah, that's a trash bin on the end of Daffy Duck's tricycle.


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With the parade done people were allowed back past the chains and many of them followed the parade, or just left the park.


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Six Flags Mexico also has that odd genre of statue where food urges you to eat itself.


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Walking back around the park at night to enjoy the scenery and just maybe a few night rides. The Rueda India is the giant Ferris Wheel, seen earlier but not properly named around here.


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A warning that the night was really closing in on us: they're starting to rope off the gift shops. But surely there'll be time to ...


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Nope. They're done taking passengers on Medusa Steel Coaster for the night. (It was maybe ten minutes to the park's official closing time.)


Trivia: The Space Radar Lab experiment on space shuttle flight STS-59, had 939 data takes for 65 hours of radar operation, scanning 5.4 percent of the surface of the Earth. It filled 166 data tape cassettes. Source: Sky Walking: An Astronaut's Memoir, Tom Jones.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

And now what I expect to be my last day showing a dump of Six Flags Mexico pictures instead of reporting on this month's big amusement park expedition. The parade is finally ready!

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Start of the parade! Flag-twirlers and people holding illuminated clouds and such lead things off.


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I'm not at all sure who this character represents, but she moved in on a cart with a base meant to look like a great flowing dress.


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Illuminated wireframe dragon that really dazzled in person, too.


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As close as the illuminated wireframe dragon got to me. I really like the composition of this; between the dragon frame and the lights ceiling there's a wonderful slightly otherworldly look to things.


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A last look at the dragon, with the revelation that there was a ringed planet hanging out behind his mountains, so that's cool.


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Women doing poses and walking ahead of a float representing a city block, with gargoyles and some kind of masked superhero-ish figure.


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The figure flanked by the gargoyles seems like he ought to be something, but I didn't know what. Any thoughts?


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And here we get a good look at the wireframe gargoyles and city blocks behind.


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Snowflake dancers, marching in a spot that had gotten snow as recently as 51 years before.


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Wile E Coyote, marching on his own in the parade. I apologize for the blurriness --- again, I hadn't discovered the low-light mode on my camera, and I was trying to track the motion of the marchers --- but I feel like the blur gives this picture a vitality that I enjoy.


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Wile E Coyote takes a moment to wave at our side of the parade route before exploding.


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And the Three Wise Men! They came in on a float made to look like a boat that I guess represents the bringing of Christianity and Christmas to Mexico?


Trivia: Macy's department store began carrying groceries, both staples and fancy goods, in 1893. Source: Service and Style: How the American Department Store Fashioned the Middle Class, Jan Whitaker.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

I apologize to everyone who's eager for the journaling of our amusement park trip to begin. That's mostly [profile] bunny_hugger who's eager. I imagine the rest of everyone would quite like to see it but doesn't feel disappointed that it hasn't started yet. I just do not think I have the writing time available to get under way right now is all. By Monday I should and so I'll drop another two heaps of photographs of Six Flags Mexico on you before getting onto ... amusement park ... reporting.

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Night view between two light-wrapped trees. I quite like the way the bark is visible in the lighting.


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Santa Claus and two of the Three Wise Men, caught heading out to the start of the parade. The third Wise Man went out a few minutes later, as I remember it.


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Small stage in the Swiss Village area given its nighttime illumination.


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Decker and Ilia merging with Vejur.


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Closer view of the internally-illuminated penguins. While you can get a good idea of their shapes from this, I think it's a less interesting picture than the one above, which had some of the setting visible for context.


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Back to the plaza outside the Grand Carousel, with chain barriers set up for the parade to come shortly.


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Another view of the plaza and the chain barrier set up. The vertical pole was a fixture that would give us just enough space to get a good up-front view of the parade.


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Next to the pole were these neat, faintly Googie-ish partial-sphere giant ornament decorations. Between them and the striped pole there was this little cul-de-sac of pedestrian traffic that was perfect for standing still and watching the parade without being in anybody's way.


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The ornaments, and the chain divider and crowd beyond, and the curtain of lights overhead. The parade is minutes off.


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Of course I couldn't just look at something like those ornaments and not try taking an arty shot through the ornaments. You know me.


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``D --- Dan? Dan? Do you really need to sweep that up right ... look, it's just ... the parade is starting in like forty seconds and it's like four pieces of popcorn and ... just ... Dan?''


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People doing the final clearing of the parade route, using a couple ropes that I guess confirm just how much space they need? This seemed more formal than we've seen for the Halloweekends parade at Cedar Point the last couple years.


Trivia: A 1929 study noted that tobacco plants grown in Virginia had about three times the nicotine as those grown in the West Indies. Source: The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York, Deborah Blum.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

I got my humor blog a full week ahead of deadline! So I didn't have to worry about writing these things while we were off on our amusement park trip, to be reported on at length shortly. Here's the stuff I had written:

And now I resume giving you a photographic tour of one evening at Six Flags Mexico.

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Medusa Steel Coaster seen at night, through some of the fencing. The lights aren't all the same color and do add some great hues to the white support structure.


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A look up some of the taller support structure of Medusa Steel Coaster, with the night sky making a great backdrop.


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One of the twisty turnarounds of Medusa Steel Coaster, with the roller coaster's launch station in the background.


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Warning sign at Medusa Steel Coaster, with images that seem to suggest you can't ride if you're pudgy. (What it means is that the lap restraint has to lock down, which yes, is critically important.)


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After-ride picture of Medusa Steel Coaster going up the lift hill. I had the camera resting on a fence but apparently that was shaking more than I realized. I hadn't yet learned that my camera has a low-light image mode that might have gotten the great version of this picture.


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It turns out that by night the Medusa Steel Coaster logo in the gift shop has light-up eyes. We remain non-stone.


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I do not know why there's a drum set in the Medusa Steel Coaster gift shop but the sign suggests there is also a story in there.


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Trees all decorated around a spinning-tubs ride.


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Lights that make even the bathroom look pretty good. Also we found that while many Mexican bathrooms were labelled Sanitarios, like they said in High School Spanish Class, many were also labelled Los Baños, like they said in High School Spanish Class was too impolite to say. Possibly the connotations of the word have shifted since the 80s.


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Revisiting Roller, the first roller coaster we'd been on that day. In the night the landscaping really stands out.


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A view of the Giant Ferris Wheel by night. We didn't take a ride, but it still looks good from the ground.


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Nighttime in El Circo de Bugs Bunny.


Trivia: In 1775 the Continental Congress set 39 lashes at punishment for crimes ranging from first-time desertions to striking an officer to petty theft. Source: The First American Army: The Untold Story of George Washington and the Men Behind America's First Fight for Freedom, Bruce Chadwick.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

Yes, I've come to the night of our visit to Six Flags Mexico. It all still looks great, though, don't you agree? If not, let me make the case a little bit more, thus:


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View of the performing amphitheater by night, with a couple of spotlights allowing for this great stark shot.


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The stage as seen at night. The plywood stand-ups are gone now but I don't know what the ramps are for. Superman continues his Último Escape from being ridden.


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The path down to that plaza with the Batman The Ride. I think it still promises a ten-minute wait for the ride here.


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Slightly baffling souvenir T-shirt from the Comics Shop perched above Batman The Ride. ... If it had said something about a specific ride I might have picked it up just for the oddness of it. (Six Flags Mexico had a shortage of park merchandise that highlighted or even mentioned what park it was from.)


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Remember the Baby Looney Tunes? They're still around in plush form at a redemption game I didn't see anybody play and that I can't understand from the picture here.


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What the Swiss Village looked like in the night. This picture did well at getting the leaves illuminated by the ambient lighting.


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Hey, it's those polar bear statues from before, only now looking a good bit more cosmic. I'm impressed by the face of the front polar bear forming a shadow against the bear that's behind it.


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They had artificial ``snow'' which turned out to be the same cold, tiny soap bubble thing I'd seen on Orchard Road in Singapore way back at the start of this journal, in December of like 2005. Here, the pumps conspired to make a pile of it fall into a gradually quite clean mess.


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What better time to get a night ride than on Medusa Steel Coaster? Here's the environs in the Cowboy Village.


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And a sign that explains the Medusa Steel Coaster's whole deal, including things like how the train gets towed to the top of the lift hill.


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One more look at the mining shack inside the Mystery Spot walkthrough on the way to Medusa Steel Coaster's launch platform. For the first time I have a good picture, since the interior lights were on.


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Well hey, I didn't notice the big stacks of TNT and plunger triggers. That's definitely safe stuff to have hanging around your mining cabin!


Trivia: The greatest single oil-rights auction for Osage land netted nearly $14 million. Source: Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI, David Grann.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

I continue to tour Six Flags Mexico while the event that's going to fill this blog the rest of the month happens. For today's installment ... oh, go check yesterday's, as there's something of a follow-up.


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So it turns out amusement park laser tag is pretty fun. We were divided into Red and Blue teams and here, I came in a resounding last for the Blue team. Thank you, I know you're all impressed. Note that the worst player for the Red team still beat half of the Blue team.


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... And while we were inside, the sun set, and the lights came on, and they were this. The same plaza with Le Grand Carrousell as we saw it when we stepped outside.


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Le Grand Carrousell seen through the edge of the canopy of lights.


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More of the canopy of lights at the center of Le Grand Carrousell's plaza.


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And here's the carousel plaza with some focus on the trees wrapped up in lights.


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The lights near the Joker/Harley Quinn ride, showing just how many of the area trees were wrapped up for this.


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The lights were so many, and so generously done, that they made even stuff like Batman set props look cheery and vibrant.


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Rivers of light created by the trees wrapped up along the midways.


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Entrance to the Polynesian Village as decorated by light. I hadn't realized at the time but it seems like they had different dominating color schemes for the various villages, perhaps?


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We never did get on this pineapple-themed spinning ride, but it looked great to start with and only better in the illuminated night.


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Great wonderful pillars of light that decorated the park. I'm sorry, I'm just very impressed that my camera took mostly clear pictures of everything.


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And some similar towers of light in the Hollywood-themed area. In the background is the Boomerang, that was my unaware 200th roller coaster. And which I find, according to the Roller Coaster Database, seems to have been the first Boomerang-model roller coaster built but not the first one operated in the world. Maybe.


Trivia: While editing Science And Invention magazine Hugo Gernsback arranged what he claimed to be the first ever ``entirely successful'' act of hypnotism over the radio, with Joseph Dunninger (the magazine's head of the magic department) putting one Leslie B Duncan into a trace from ten miles away. Source: Time Travel, James Gleick.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

Now into the late afternoon of our Six Flags Mexico trip, featuring such scenic and wonderful things as dinner.

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A different entrance to the Polynesian area for Six Flags Mexico, decorated for Christmas.


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And back to Le Grand Carrousell (that's their name for it, not me affecting something), in light that leaves it looking pretty good at that.


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This was getting into the late afternoon sun and just look what good things it does for that gondola's appearance.


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Scenery panels for Le Grand Carrousell. This is by the way in the French Village so that's why two of the attractions have French names.


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Horses on Le Grand Carrousell really sparkling in the light and shadow of late afternoon.


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And here not just did the light really work for me, but I found a good composition of the holiday decorations around the carousel. I really like how the candy cane loops above the horses.


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``I was misinformed about the nature of Mexican Pizza.'' Our dinner break and, even now, I feel nervous about how much of that pizza hangs over the table edge.


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The sun set as we ate dinner. It went fast compared to how the sun sets at Michigan latitudes, although it wasn't so speedy as Singapore's sunset.


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More of the Cowboy Village decorations. Ruleta is a Trabant ride with roulette-wheel theming.


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The early-evening sky and the trees lit by the ambient park lights makes for great effects like this. I often hit 'Auto Enhance' on my pictures before posting, but in this case, the ``raw'' picture looked better.


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Le Grand Carrousell's plaza in the early evening, before we ventured in to the Ghostbusters laser-tag attraction.


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Set decoration in the Ghostbusters laser tag building. Even that's got some Christmas decoration. We did not know just what was inside the Ghostbusters attraction but figured, we have time, we have the small upcharge, why not give it a try?

Trivia: Clarence Saunders's supermarket venture after Piggly Wiggly was named Keedoozle. Source: Grocery: The Buying and Selling of Food in America, Michael Ruhlman.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

And now to my mathematics blog, which had a quiet week because this time I'm going to blame it on travel. Here's what I did post:

And the story comics recap? It's time to learn What's Going On In Dick Tracy? Did Daddy Warbucks really kill his wife? March - June 2019 and thanks for asking.

Our tour of Six Flags Mexico resumes with some close looks at what's going on with the kids rides, in an area that's Warner Brothers Cartoon themed.

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Spinning-tubs ride in the kiddieland area of Six Flags Mexico, with a ... Native Americans theme to the center axis and some of the columns of the outside. ... I don't know, we just visited the place is all.


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Another look at the entrance to El Circo de Bugs Bunny, this one with an actual kid in frame so you can see how big the thing is.


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Looney Tunes: Acme: Fabrica de Pollo, is what the sign says. And the silhouette underneath is of Wile E Coyote. There's a point where I suspect that Six Flags just sprays names onto things and hopes that people will figure it must make some sense.


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Junior Caterpillar ride at Six Flags Mexico. It looks a bit more robustly cared-for than the one at Conneaut Lake Park, but it's not that different otherwise.


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I don't know how we never called Elmer a ``Clobo Bobo'' before, but at least now we can start making up for the lost time, can't we?


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Decorative status of that poor cat who's always being harassed by Pepe Le Pew, and pepe himself. She's ... really ... giving him more time than he probably deserves, here.


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Yes, objectively it's just a Frog Hopper ride, but when you name it ``El Club de Piolín'' you're at least suggesting that Sylvester gets bonked a lot and that's fun.


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So the Warner Brothers, and the Warner Sister Dot, are smaller here than they are in their native 1990s.


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Landscaping and Road Runner/Wile E Coyote statues inside the kiddie convoy ride.


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I do like how the Wile E Coyote statue has somehow captured his look of ``I just realized that I have committed to a bad idea''.


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So what do you suppose the other side of this clown head looks like?


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Although it's a handsome cuckoo clock design and band on the balcony, the building was wholly empty. It appeared to have been a food court, but there weren't even abandoned menu boards or I'd have gotten photos of those.


Trivia: George Reed, representing Delaware, is not just one of only six people to sign both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States. He signed the Constitution twice, once for himself and once for John Dickinson, who had to leave the proceedings early for unknown reasons. Source: Signing Their Lives Away: The Fame and Misfortune of the Men Who Signed The Declaration of Independence, Denise Kiernan, Joseph D'Agnese.

Currently Reading: Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America, Michael A McDonnell.

By now we had been at Six Flags Mexico long enough to do something a second time.

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We went back for another ride on Medusa Steel Coaster. Here's a bit from the inside of the Mystery House, with its mining-shack-theme. Unfortunately there's not a person standing here to get an idea of what the gravity lines are like, although the angle of the rail might give some hint.


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Peeking underside the Medusa Steel Coaster. The bright red rail is the mechanism that opens and closes the queue gates.


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Close-up of the Medusa head at the front of the roller coaster train.


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And a view of the Medusa Steel Coaster, including of what the restraints look like. It's both a lap bar and leg restraint, which is enough for things. Front seat lacks a good spot to hold your hands.


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A curious view from the platform of Medusa Steel Coaster. I understand having an ambulance on-hand at all times. But why the sign advertising the Stock Option Plan? I mean, why that in English? Is Mexican Spanish for ``Stock Option Plan'' just the same words again? Also why advertise this here rather than, like, in the employee cafeteria?


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Good view of the Medusa Steel Coaster logo, as placed on a wall at, I think, the photo booth.


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And now to The Dark Knight Coaster, a duplicate of an indoor wild mouse that they have at Great Adventure. This, like its New Jersey counterpart, has a heavy theme of Gotham City Subway but in the Broken-Down 70s. The 20-minute wait is a pretty good one for this ride; wild mouse rides always attract queues. They're not intimidating rides, so lots of people want to ride them, but they have low capacity.


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Theming of The Dark Knight coaster, which is that of a northeastern subway system. The transit system map makes good sense. The poster for IRAs would be invisible in the United States, and I'm curious if it's the exact same poster and poster arrangement as in the New Jersey instance of this ride. But ... like .. and I say this without knowing, but does Mexico have a thing called IRAs? Does the poster mean anything besides ``something you kinda see in the background of American movies''? There is of course no way to know.


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One of the broken-down abandoned subway trains that's part of The Dark Knight coaster theming.


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Broken-down abandoned train platform that's more of The Dark Knight coaster theming.


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And inside the queue area: pipes with artfully arranged graffiti and hey, subway rat come right from the Halloween store.


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The queue just before you actually get to the launch platform. The TV is supposed to show a Gotham City News Channel report about the chaos breaking out in the subway system, which reinforces the theme and makes waiting around in the queue less boring, at least back in the days before there were phones.


Trivia: In 1995 NASA began outfitting the space shuttle orbiters with GPS navigation. Source: Space Shuttle: The History of the National Space Transportation System: The First 100 Missions, Dennis R Jenkins.

Currently Reading: Soviet Space Mythologies: Public Images, Private Memories, and the Making of a Cultural Identity, Slava Gerovitch.

Some more Six Flags Mexico, this time getting into and even through the Justice League ride.

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The queue outside the Justice League: Battle for Metropolis interactive dark ride seems really like ... quite a lot of queue, considering, even with all the space set aside for squirrels to romp.


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In the indoor part of the queue there's a couple TV screens showing a computer-animated movie explaining the plot: Joker and Lex Luthor are having a lovers' quarrel and they're scrooching all of either Gotham City or Metropolis depending on which one the Hall of Justice is in.


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Surprisingly good picture of Joker explaining the story. It seemed to be the same animation as at the Justice League: Battle For Metropolis attraction in ... I'm going to say Six Flags Over Texas, although this was in Spanish.


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And now the important parts of the Hall of Justice: Cyborg and, of course, the Big Glowing Orb Inside Rings.


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Better view of the animatronic Cyborg explaining to people who aren't listening that since all the Justice League except Cyborg have been scrooched by the Joker-Luthor alliance, there's nothing to do but send ... us ... out in little cars to shoot laser pistols at everything with a target sign on it. You know, the usual interactive dark ride business.


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And a view of the Hall of Justice, evoking enough of the classic yet dumb 70s cartoon aesthetic to really really really really really really really delight me. Yes, that's Superman El Último Escape soaring above it. And a lot of queue in front.


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It will not surprise you that one of the themed areas in Six Flags Mexico is ... the Pueblo Suizo ... representing the long ... history ... of Swiss ... uh ... in ... Mexico?

You know, in the 17th century they had real actual samurai, exiled from Japan when that country closed itself off from the world, tromping around Mexico. Why isn't there a Japanese Village? ... All right, you might want to bring in a lot of consultants to avoid any particular racefails but, done well, you would have a great theme that's actually got something to do with the location.



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I'm not sure we understood the Swiss theming at the time. It reads a lot more like fairy-tale-castle Europe to me.
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This had actually been one of the first areas we visited, as Roller, the coaster I thought was my 199th, is in the Swiss Village. But there aren't many rides and what dominated our attention was stuff like this arcade.


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Adjacent to the Swiss Village is El Circo de Bugs Bunny, the kiddieland area.


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Christmas elf statue that's inside the Swiss Village and that, really, without the candy cane might ust be there anytime. I'm not sure.


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Polar bears set up near the Grand Carousel; they're flocked with stuff that looks kind of like whatever terrible, flammable thing they used in tv shows of the 60s to represent snow.


Trivia: After the floods of 1927 the Coolidge administration submitted an Army Corps of Engineers-designed flood-control plan fronted by Edgar Jadwin. The chief engineer of every single levee board on the lower Mississippi sent a letter attacking it, and 94 percent of the 300 witnesses speaking about the plan in the House hearings criticized it too. One representative asked, ``You do not expect us to accept any plan simply because you present it, and to shut our minds to any other thoughts?'' Jadwin answered, ``Yes. I think you ought to do it.'' Source: Rising Tide: The Great Mississippi Flood of 1927 and How it Changed America, John M Barry.

Currently Reading: Soviet Space Mythologies: Public Images, Private Memories, and the Making of a Cultural Identity, Slava Gerovitch.

How'd my humor blog go this past week? I'm happy with the way it turned out. It turned out a little weird with a good energy.

Six Flags Mexico! It was a fun place and I almost got enough pictures for my needs.

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Remember that Gift Shop from earlier? The one labelled Comics Shop? Behind it is a trail leading down to this little mostly Batman-themed corner. The centerpiece is that 90s-era Batmobile just like at, like, Six Flags Great Adventure. The tall roller coaster in the back is the Superman El Último Escape coaster.


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Batman The Ride promises a mere ten-minute queue, which was about right. You can see the train in mid-ride here.


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Batman The Ride train getting back to the station. One of my occasional pictures that might be the cover art for that year's park map.


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Some of the mass of roller coaster ride. Even before we'd been on Batman The Ride we had already ridden it: this ride is the twin to Thunderhawk at Michigan's Adventure, which we've been on uncounted times, and to the Mind Eraser at Elitch Gardens in Denver, which we've been on once so far as we can remember.


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The yellow pieces are track for the Wonder Woman coaster, which would open about five and a half months after our visit. So ... they did a pretty good job putting all this together, considering.


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As close as we would get to Superman El Último Escape.


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Launch station for Batman The Ride. Would its hard plastic-over-metal over-the-shoulder restraints box our ears as severely as its twins at Michigan's Adventure and Elitch Gardens would? Yes. Yes, it absolutely would. Whoever designed these restraints tested them without their heads being on. It's the only explanation.


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A not-quite-comic-foreground poster set up outside Batman The Ride just for taking this picture. ... There's another one like this, which has the roller coaster going in the background, but [profile] bunny_hugger's face doesn't look as good in it, a thing I wouldn't learn until looking at the pictures on my computer after we got back to our hotel.


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The performing amphitheater seen from the other side, in that little Batman The Ride-centered area. The props were part of whatever Christmas show they had going. I don't seem to have a decent picture of them.


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If Poochie were a gingerbread man.


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So do you see what's attracting interest in the queue outside the Justice League interactive dark ride? Hint: [personal profile] moxie_man does!


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Yeah, it's another park-resident Mexican Grey Squirrel! Going about squirrel business in the nice safe lawn of the park.


Trivia: The Soviet Union did not use lie detectors. Source: The Lie Detectors: The History of an American Obsession, Ken Alder.

Currently Reading: Soviet Space Mythologies: Public Images, Private Memories, and the Making of a Cultural Identity, Slava Gerovitch.

PS: On The Goldfish Situation, as we took the goldfish out of the basement and into the pond this week, and it's got me talking about mathematics problems based on goldfish a lot.

And now ... well, I'm caught up again. I mean, we did some pinball events this ... Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. But that's all routine business and doesn't contain the great twists of fate that make for good recounting. Except that Monday a video game stole my camera. I'd had the little wrist strap dangling out of my cargo pants pocket, and walked too close to some game that had a hook poking out, and the camera just leapt out of my pocket and hung there. I don't know how long it was there; I didn't notice until the end of the night and tried to figure how I could possibly have lost a camera I'd returned to my pocket after every picture. And, well, it didn't get stolen or anything, so that's a nice result.

With that anecdote discharged, let me share more Six Flags Mexico pictures.

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The entrance to the Polynesian themed area of Six Flags Mexico.


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It wouldn't be a Six Flags park without a lot of roller coasters named for Batman characters. Here, the Joker ride --- a spinning wild mouse --- is slowly being turned into a Harley Quinn ride.


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Theming for the Joker/Harley Quinn ride, including great show-style posters of various Batman rogues.


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The queue for the Joker/Harley Quinn goes through a little funhouse, with stuff like walking through a spinning cylinder and the like. This and the Mystery House in the queue for Medusa Steel Vengeance inspire the question: why don't more rides have this sort of walkthrough attraction? It would make the wait an attraction on its own. And the answer is, well, people have phones now, so a boring queue is just a chance for them to play at what they'd like to be doing anyway.


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Exiting Joker/Harley Quinn. The chattering teeth animatronic as seen from the wrong side of things. I forget whether the teeth were opening and closing as they should. Note that half the cars are Harley Quinn themed and half Joker themed. I don't actually know that this ride wasn't originally designed to be half Joker, half Quinn, but that's the impression I had gotten.


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Wanted posters lining the gift shop next to the Joker/Harley Quinn roller coaster. I mean, it's not just me, right? Other people feel like DC realized they kinda need more protagonist women and so promoted Wonder Woman (the roller coaster they were building), Catwoman, and ... uh ... um ... Harley Quinn, that's a character! Right? Right.


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The Funhouse Shop was a disappointment, as they didn't have a single pinball game or even a Rudy mask.


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Do you see what I see? And what [personal profile] moxie_man sees?


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Why, yes! It's a Mexican Grey Squirrel, some of the local wildlife, looking for lunch or any Christmas lights it can yoink. Also, check out those toes.


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Mexican Grey Squirrel, having decided that the lights aren't any good to it, goes after the tree's mid-January foliage. These squirrels were about the size of those back home in Michigan, but were able to skip the whole bulking-up-for-winter business. To our eyes, they looked small, even scrawny.


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Six Flags Mexico pigeon doesn't see what's so all-fired interesting about squirrels anyway.


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Six Flags Mexico's carousel, a two-level Venetian carousel that's ... honestly, not all that intersting in itself. It's a modern, mass-produced model; it has a twin (apart from the art on the rounding boards and all) at the Freehold Raceway Mall in New Jersey, for example. If you look close you can see overhead strands of lights which, of course, were nothing to notice in the middle of the afternoon like this.


Trivia: The 13th-century English scholar Robert Grosseteste proposed as part of repairing the flaws in the Julian calendar the recalculation of Easter based on an spring equinox of the 14th of March, rather than the 21st of March which was no longer accurate. Source: The Calendar: The 5000-Year Struggle to Align the Clock with the Heavens --- And What Happened to the Missing Ten Days, David Ewing Duncan.

Currently Reading: Soviet Space Mythologies: Public Images, Private Memories, and the Making of a Cultural Identity, Slava Gerovitch.

I forget when we held our last garage sale. It was another slightly dreary affair, hour upon hour spent in the cool, threatening weather while strangers came up and didn't buy things, netting us and [profile] bunny_hugger's parents about $60 in total, almost enough to pay for the pizza we got to console ourselves for the experience. We had stuff left over after the last time, and put it in the basement, promising to hold another garage sale ``next season'' when maybe it would move instead. [profile] bunny_hugger's father was boundlessly enthusiastic about our prospects. [profile] bunny_hugger and I were ... just fine with finding reasons we couldn't do it this season. But the seasons wore on, and her father kept asking, and finally we just had to commit and actually do the blasted thing. ... Or not, since our first planned date was a couple Saturdays ago and the forecast was for a high enough chance of rain it seemed bad to do it then. It turned out to not be so bad that day, but we had already cancelled for it. And our first rain day was actually bad. We rescheduled for the Saturday after AnthrOhio, and that too was rained out. Finally we settled on the Sunday after AnthrOhio, absolutely not wanting to do this but absolutely wanting this done.

It started of course way too early for us, although 9 am is a bit late for garage sales to start, which is why we're bad people to host garage sales. The day was actually nice, clear and sunny and even a bit warm. Maybe the first good weekend day we'd had in weeks, apart from the one where we called off too soon. [profile] bunny_hugger's father was able to come watch over the tiny groups of people with us; her mother stayed home, with the dogs and cat and all. It's good seeing him, and he brought that ball for Sunshine we'd left behind on Monday. And we could not answer the strange condition of our other neighbors' car, which has been sitting in their driveway a while and which has two big impacts in the windshield. It looks like softballs or something pushed the windshield out of shape, twice, but the glass didn't actually break altogether. We have no idea how this happened. If it happened on the road, how did they possibly drive home safely? If it happened in their driveway, how? They have some loud parties often enough, but that seems outside what even a boisterous party can do. We have no explanation for this phenomenon.

It was ... sparse. The start-of-the-day rush of people never came; I think we had one person stop by the first hour. It picked up a little, over the day, at least around the lunch hour. Around when church let out. A few people drove by, slowed, and went on without getting out the car. Presumably they were looking for furniture or clothes or something. We didn't have any.

We did have someone buy a book on garden pond maintenance, and who was very interested in our pond. Enough that [profile] bunny_hugger brought him back to look at it. We haven't had the chance to clean the pond, or put the mass of our goldfish back in. And we had taken the chance that morning to pour the algae-killer on. This first step in pond-clearing needs to be done early in the morning to be effective and I thought doing two awful early-morning tasks at once was wise. Maybe so, but it meant when this fellow looked at our pond it had a layer of foam and dead algae, so it looked not so much like a spot of backyard tranquility and more a slice of oil refinery spillage pond.

For a while we brought out Sunshine, wearing her leash in rather good spirits. She would have attracted attention had more than one person been around in the time it took us to get tired of threading her leash around the legs of the card tables she wanted to hop underneath. But it's nice to know that she is comfortable being in harness and leash, and she did some good work eating maple seeds, [profile] bunny_hugger's mortal garden enemy.

For some unspeakable reason we ran the garage sale to 4 pm, with the last hour half-price in case anybody came around. And as we were packing up people did: a bunch of kids who were thrilled by the prospect of getting something, anything, for a dollar or a quarter or a dime. [profile] bunny_hugger talked with a bunch who kept running back ... somewhere ... to get one more quarter or another fifty cents or so. Repeatedly, somehow, and we're not sure where they went to, although eventually a parent type came over and scolded one for running off with no hint where she was going. ... And they felt they were getting a great deal, although in truth we'd planned to donate almost all the stuff they were looking at to a thrift store. But, there is something great when you're a kid about getting to buy something with your own actual money, and to even negotiate with an adult for stuff. The adult was going easy on them --- one kid talked her down to a bunch of stuff for a quarter, and turned out to have only two dimes --- but, still. When you're that age any interaction with an adult who isn't being condescending is a treasure.

The take was about the same $60 as last time, and [profile] bunny_hugger's father was quietly disappointed. [profile] bunny_hugger, observing that the majority of stuff that actually sold was his, proposed splitting the take two-to-one in his favor and he didn't argue. He did take back a couple things he thought he could do something with, but otherwise we've got a basement with fewer things, all of which we figure the thrift store can deal with. We used much of our share of the proceeds not to get pizza --- her father wanted to leave right after the sale was done, and he'd declared that was his intention at the start of the day --- but to join the mob gathered around the ice cream truck. This was pretty consoling.

Also this time we've been clear: we are not doing this again.

I don't mean to sound sour. But we've had three of these since I moved in and they've all been the same thing, with the same results. I think the fundamental problem is [profile] bunny_hugger and I don't collect the right kind of stuff for a garage sale. We just don't buy durable goods that we end up not needing, like bread makers or book shelves or mini-fridges. If we do have one, we use it until it's broken, at which point it's not salable. We'll wear clothes until they've got too many holes to patch. Pretty much all we have that someone would buy are books, and those we can sell to the bookstore with far less effort. [profile] bunny_hugger's father buys a lot of stuff, mostly on eBay, and while it might be worth it to someone to find, like, an antique ice-cream scoop, they're going to find it on eBay, not in a small front yard on a house in the middle of the block off of the third major east-west neighborhood street.

So, enough of that.

Trivia: Pratt and Whitney's first commercial jet engine was ready in January of 1950. Source: Mastering the Sky: A History of Aviation from Ancient Times to the Present, James P Harrison.

Currently Reading: Soviet Space Mythologies: Public Images, Private Memories, and the Making of a Cultural Identity, Slava Gerovitch.


How about more Six Flags Mexico? You have no idea how much more Six Flags Mexico I have to share with you.

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``Are ... are you here for the Christmas Rock concert? ... Yeah, me too. ... Do you think we're too early? ... ... Yeah.''


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Plastic candle-or-Christmas-tree decoration tucked into the Polynesian themed area. Also just talking about the Polynesian themed area makes me think of that famous SCTV bit. So that's good.


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Show schedule for the day we were at Six Flags Mexico.


I was tempted to move my car up slightly closer to the rear entrance of the hotel, Monday morning, for slightly faster packing. But the bizarre charm of going the whole weekend with using just one parking space appealed too much to me. This is what's wrong with my sense of humor. We got out of the hotel room late --- I'm pretty sure the housekeeping lady was getting anxious at how it was a quarter past 11 and we were still going back in to get stuff --- but that's all right. What did we have to do?

How about letterboxing? We brought our kits, just in case we had some spare time and something in the area. There was, too, by a cancer clinic and a pet hospital not far from the convention hotel. These letterboxes were very easy to get, thanks partly to it being Memorial Day, so nobody was looking to watch us prowl around the edge of a parking lot finding secrets. We brought the boxes back to the car and discovered a hitchhiker, too, a great little bonus.

And a bonus on the bonus. While we sat in my car, working, a local cottontail rabbit popped out of the woods. As we watched the young rabbit (it still had a spot of white on its forehead, a sign of youth) prowled around some. It rubbed its chin on, marking, some fallen branches and twigs and such. And then --- somehow I knew this was coming --- it diggety-diggety-dig-dig-digged up a little bit of dirt and flopped over on the side, just as our Sunshine does up to fourteen times an hour. The wild rabbit got right back up, then diggety-diggety-dig-dig-digged up some more, and flopped again. It was gorgeous. And, with the little cloud of dust raised around it, the rabbit gave us an idea why a bunny might flop. It looked like it was taking a dust bath. I don't know that this is the motivation, but it makes sense at least. We watched the rabbit a while, until it went back in the woods, and we replaced the letterboxes.

This turned what should have been a quick letterbox stop into a medium-sized one, but for good reason. It was well into lunchtime and so we figured to go to Hot Head Burritos for one last trip there and .. oh. They were closed for Memorial Day. Inconvenient. I suggested Skyline Chili, since we knew another one that we'd pass just north of there. That seemed like too many Skyline Chili visits just now. But White Castle? --- Not the one in downtown Columbus. One of the estimated 26 billion in the Columbus area. This one, too, had the barbecue Impossible Sliders --- we feared that might be something they were just testing at the downtown location --- and while they weren't quite as good as the ones from the High Street White Castle, they were great. We had the chance to talk them up to another customer, who was skeptical of the whole Impossible Sliders thing, when the person assembling them would just say that they were decent and one might like them.

Doing nothing but driving north would be dull, and we couldn't stop at Coons Candy as that too was closed for Memorial Day. We considered going to the Columbus Zoo, and the amusement park it's absorbed. But then ... we also always see the signs for the Olentangy Indian Caverns, a couple miles north of Columbus. It looked like a classic roadside tourist trap. We were tempted. When [profile] bunny_hugger found a news report from a few years back about the place narrowly escaping having to close we were convinced. We had to go there.

We imagined a sleepy little roadside attraction with some modest bit of historical or geological importance. It was not. The place was hopping. Apparently one default field trip for schools in the Columbus area is going to the caverns. And while it was a holiday, it was also a bright sunny early afternoon, and the place isn't expensive, and what are you going to do with a pack of kids? Holes are good for that. Also a petting zoo and miniature golf and playgrounds and stuff.

We figured to have enough time for the cavern tour and miniature golf. Not enough for the petting zoo. But outsize the zoo they did have some chickens roaming around, and some kids roaming around trying to touch as many chickens as possible. We heard one parent telling his kid, ``I'll give you $5 to touch that rooster''. He raised the offer to $20 without the kid accepting. [profile] bunny_hugger was happy to just be around chickens, offering them food from the vending machine, and not pushing them to do anything particular. There were also a couple small buildings with labels like the Hare Salon and the Lucky Foot Tavern, which were the indoor retreats for a couple bunnies whose outdoor area was inside the petting zoo proper.

You enter the caverns by going into a building. This seemed odd to me. But when the caverns were developed into a tourist trap in the 1930s they built a museum above the entrance, and stairs leading down into the cave. A fair distance too; the stairs lead, in three stages, down about sixty feet, and the caves go down another forty feet or so past that. Great going down; going up, everyone breathes heavily.

The caverns were, the tourist trap claims, used by the Wyandot people, probably as a meeting place and workshop. The guide pointed to several spots where smoke serves to prove use. Also a deeper ravine where, allegedly, an underground lake and cave fish were found. The cleaning out of mud and laying down of cement floors, used to make the place accessible to non-spelunkers, left the lake inaccessible. This seems like a snarky statement about the basic insanity of modern life, but there you have it.

The caves are, according to reviews from people who visit a lot of caves, not exceptional. A bit small, without any grand stalagmites or stalactites. To us, who could not attest under oath that we had ever been in a cave, it seemed just fine. There was a nice spot with some honeycomb stalagmites, this formation that was growing with a neat pattern that evoked just what's in the name. Some steady dripping. A great fear of accidentally touching the walls and screwing up centuries of cave development. A narrow crevice called Fat Man's Misery, which the guide said there was a bypass for but which she promised no one had ever gotten stuck in. I thought it would be close for me, but no, it really wasn't.

Really the most exceptional thing about the caves was how much they looked like, well, the caves you get in surprisingly many Star Trek episodes. Some of that is the floor, which was man-made, cement poured to flatten the place out. But that doesn't affect the shape of the walls or things like that. Also there were supposed to be spots where early white explorers carved their names in; we forgot to look, when we went past there.

After the cavern tour our group was left to wander around the one-room museum atop this all. They had a pretty good tourist-attraction mix of stuff: rocks, some of them relevant to the local geology, some of them just, like, Petosky stones or ``pre-Camberian coal'' according to the label. A 1935 newspaper announcing the opening of the caverns. Miscellaneous bits of American Indian history, including a portrait of and vest worn by Bill Moose Crowfoot, ``believed to be the last Wyandot in the state of Ohio''. The jaw and legbones of an ox, matching an early white explorer's story of finding the caves when his ox disappeared overnight and found it had fallen in, where it could not be recovered.

After wondering at all this we went to the miniature golf. [profile] bunny_hugger had bought a round of miniature golf when we got cave tour tickets, as part of a long queue that wended through the gift shop. She had the assurance we could play golf after the tour, just come up and say when we were ready to go. We were worried they would have no idea whether we had actually paid when we came back hours later to, it turned out, a different cashier. No trouble, though; they took us at our word that we had bought a round already. Possibly we looked trustworthy.

Reviews of the Olentangy miniature golf course described it as being really old-fashioned. That's exactly our speed. And it was so. Not quite as deeply weird a course as Kokomo's, but pretty close in spirit and weirdness to Conneaut Lake Park's. The most peculiar little thing is the scorecard had no par written on it. So this added an extra game to our game: sizing up each hole before we played to judge whether it should be a par two, three, or maybe even a four. While neither of us came out close to par, I think we came to a pretty fair assessment, of about how many strokes you'd need to play if you played perfectly.

Much of the miniature golf course has, well, American Indian decorations. Tiny versions of cigar-store Indian statues. Totem poles, a thing we're pretty sure nobody anywhere near Ohio used. Benches between every hole, which were great, but which were made of cement. The mould was patterned to look like wood, although they were painted white or, in one case, pink. Small cement houses, sitting on a disused wooden cart. We were the right market for this.

After poking around the gift shop --- [profile] bunny_hugger bought a fossil she didn't think came from anywhere near the caves --- we figured it was late enough we needed to get on the road. We would take the drive north, following the satellite navigator even though this way at least we didn't really need it, to [profile] bunny_hugger's parents' home, for a small dinner (her father was showing off his frozen-pizza-heater, which does work pretty well at that) and the chance to pick up Sunshine. We spent the night in our bed, everything back where it should be.

Well, almost. We left behind the plastic ball in which we put Sunshine's food pellets, giving her the chance to exercise and play as she ate. But we'd be able to recover that the Saturday after ...

Trivia: In the first quarter of 1970 the Penn Central reported income of about $5 million per day from rail operations. Expenses were about $6 million per day. Source: The Wreck of the Penn Central: The Real Story Behind the Largest Bankruptcy in American History, Joseph R Daughen, Peter Binzen.

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PS: Now let's get into my third hundred of roller coasters.

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Tsunami, one of the smaller --- and older --- roller coasters at Six Flags Mexico. It's in the Polynesian themed area, thus the 'grass hut' look of the launch station.


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Six Flags Mexico has one of those line-cutting upcharge schemes, this one the VIP Pass. You might giggle that Tsunami, a 26-foot-tall roller coaster originally installed here in 1981, might get a line long enough to be worth cutting, consider that it is exactly the sort of ride families can take kids onto without anyone feeling too scared, while still being a fun and real roller coaster anyone might appreciate.


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Some of the loops of Tsunami, which has got a nice mass of local plantlife around. This makes the ride feel a bit faster and more exciting without needing the coaster to be any faster or scary to riders.

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A short update in the story comics this week. What's Going On In Prince Valiant? Who abducted Queen Madeka and to where? March - June 2019 runs only a couple hundred words, but then, it is a Sunday-only comic.

Back now to Six Flags Mexico and ... the mystery of the Boomerang.

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The Boomerang is the biggest coaster in the Hollywood section of Six Flags Mexico. Here a sign near the entrance queue attempts to explain what a boomerang is, and how it's the only roller coaster not to use a slope-climbing lift hill to gather potential energy, instead ``accelerating until it reaches the kinetic energy'' for its twists and turns. And then does it in reverse.


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Many rides had these nice dot-matrix wait queue signs. This promise of a zero-minute wait was wrong --- you can see the wait in there, and coasters of this kind can only run a single car at a time --- but it wasn't too great a wait.


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The left hill in back is the lift hill; you're pulled up that to get the energy needed to go looping around and rise up the hill on the right, and then go back in reverse. I don't know what that sign up front was going on about as I don't see how this isn't just a lift hill anyway.


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Props from a disused Antique Car ride with a track that abuts the Boomerang coaster.


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And a view of the Hollywood sign --- with Christmas lights strung around it --- through the support structures of Boomerang.


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Boomerang making one of its multiple loops overhead.


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The twin hills of the Boomerang shuttle coaster. Also the interesting bit at the front of the queue where you're divided by the park attendants into one of three lines, each line taking its turn. What advantage this offers, since everyone has to load into the single car on the tracks, escapes me.


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View of a robot that certainly had to be a prop at one point, a container cargo box that might have been a prop, and some workers taking a break.


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Giant balls that seem like they should be decorative but were hidden behind the disused antique-car ride. It's possible these were for the Mardis Gras season, which would be the next big themed event for the park.


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And the turnaround loop for a log flume which we didn't ride and that I'm not sure was operating that day.


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View from the exit queue of Boomerang. So, funny story: when I started logging my roller coasters I looked over parks [profile] bunny_hugger and I had done clean sweeps of, and one of them was Dorney Park, and I logged myself as having ridden all of those on an uncertain date. Turns out they had put one roller coaster in since we'd visited. So I had actually started the day at 197 roller coasters, and Medusa Steel Coaster was my 199th. Boomerang here was my 200th and it's just luck that I got so many pictures of it.

Of course, there's an arbitrariness to any logged event like this. My father is certain he took us on kiddie coasters at, for example, Keansburg which I do not remember and which the roller coaster databases do not list, which might reflect either bad memory or incomplete records. I am certain I rode at least one leg of Great Adventure's Lightnin' Loops and of Rolling Thunder, but there are two separate legs counted as separate coasters, and I cannot say with certainty that I rode both legs of both coasters. To mark anything as a milestone is, to an extent, a lie told for the value of its story.

Dorney Park has already taken out the coaster that I mistakenly thought I had ridden.


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At the edge of the Hollywood segment of the park is this Comics Shop, another merchandise store and the path to get to ... some more roller coasters! There was a path that didn't go through merchandise, but it was roped off for some reason.


Trivia: In 1725 Spencer, Massachusetts, was cited by a Court of Quarter Sessions for its failure to build a bridge over the Seven Mile River. It was cited again several years later. Around 1800 the state attempted to take over that stretch of the Great Post Road and turn it into a turnpike, which the town successfully resisted. Source: The Old Post Road: The Story of the Boston Post Road, Stewart H Holbrook.

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AnthrOhio 2019 was not done, not precisely. There were still some things going on. The Foam Flinging Frenzy, the massive capture-the-flag battle with abundant Nerf weapons. It seems like fun, for someone younger than me who doesn't need to plan out how many times he's going to kneel during the day. More, the Dead Dog Dance, the final dance of the convention. This [profile] bunny_hugger went to in her dragon kigurumi, while I went in my red panda outfit. This was a sparse but satisfying dance, and then I went and blew things by saying I needed to get some water and go to the bathroom. [profile] bunny_hugger joined me, and by the time we got back (she finally got the soap dispenser to work) the DJ was announcing his last song for the night. Not that it would have been long enough anyway, but we did lose a good five or ten minutes to stuff that, really, could have waited.

What else was open? Karaoke, now playing in the room next to board games. The board game room, where they had already taken apart the jigsaw puzzle and put it back in the box. Many of the convention-goers had left, or had retreated to room parties; there wasn't much going on. We picked out a card game, Fox In The Forest or something like that. It's a two-player game, the goal being to win tricks by matching or beating the card the other player puts down. The cards have fairy-tale themes, trickster foxes and wicked queens and all that. You get more points for each trick won in a round --- up to a point: if you win too many, you were greedy and you get no points for the round. So our first round, I was doing badly enough that the alternative strategy presented itself: if I could force myself to lose one more trick, [profile] bunny_hugger would get zero points and I'd get three and at least something would come out of it for me. Didn't work; she had just enough tricks to get six points on the round for that. The game was pleasant enough, and while we were playing we heard a particularly raucous version of Journey's Don't Stop Believing from the next room. This we later inferred was the last song of karaoke. We hadn't had any particular idea what to sing, but really, we should have gone to karaoke first and then board games.

So AnthrOhio was really wrapping up, all the public spaces closing down and activity rooms putting stock away. We walked around, with the puppets some, looking for what to do or who to do it with. [profile] bunny_hugger and I are privileged to have jobs that are pretty time-independent: we can almost always just go do a thing. Furry conventions are about the only times we're faced with ``this is our only chance to do this thing. Did we do enough?'' ... And mind you, this was a convention where we were always doing things. We had a little down time, but not so much, and nearly all of what we were doing was great. But it's natural to want a little bit more on top of all this.

It's also natural to want supper. We were far too late in the day for Hot Head Burritos, or a third round of Skyline Chili. What might be open after 11 pm on a Sunday? I looked up White Castle, since Impossible Sliders are now such a common and well-liked thing that there've been shortages, and learned that we would find one going in basically any direction. The very nearest one was already closed for the night. But there was one a couple miles south, in the heart of Columbus, with surprisingly good Yelp reviews and people talking about how it was a place to go and see. ... So we set out pondering the idea of a Destination White Castle.

While we were mostly taking the Interstate downtown, our exact exit was one of those melanges of on- and off-ramps and somewhere I took the wrong turn, so I tried to keep up with a frantically recalculating satellite navigator. And then we hit High Street. Which was busy and crowded and full of people and construction. I quipped, ``Hey, look, it's the 1-up Arcade,'' because of how much the street seemed like the similarly way-too-packed-for-a-Sunday-night strip in Denver last year. Bur it had much the same dynamic, the until-recently run-down part of town that's suddenly become all hip and trendy. Among them: a big, gleaming White Castle on the corner, with patio seating(!) and an apartment building built around it, plus parking deck, and a (closed) drive-through that goes a tight loop through the parking deck. After failing spectacularly to find street parking, and having to navigate around crowds and construction to turn around and leave [profile] bunny_hugger traffic-anxious, I parked in the garage in White Castle Customer Only parking.

So this White Castle in downtown Columbus. It was pretty big for a city fast-food place. Also it had a dining patio. And shelves of souvenirs. Also a beer and wine list. Also, in one corner, a time capsule intended to open in ... well, I think it's 97 years, now. Also no partition between the dining area and the kitchen area, so you can watch at least the grilling and final prep work being done. Being open about food prep has always been a selling point of White Castle --- the white in the name is part of their 1920s-origin, see-we're-not-adulterating-the-food branding --- but at least I'm used to the kitchen being behind plexiglass barriers. Here there was nothing but air. Also what the heck is all this? ... They were doing good business, as you'd think a still-cheap fast food place surrounded by all the bars in the world might be doing on a busy night. We got a mix of regular Impossible Sliders and Barbecue-flavored Impossible Sliders, plus some pop, and drove back to the hotel wondering what that was all about.

The barbecue Impossible Sliders were fantastic. The regular sliders were almost as good though, featuring, like, fresh tomatoes and arugula and just ... made way better than you expect from White Castle. Impossible Sliders usually come out pretty good, as they're made to order. But this was that extra bit more ... professional.

The story. Turns out that White Castle is headquartered in Columbus, and has been a long while. The White Castle on High Street where we went had been one since the 30s, and was one of the oldest still operating. It was there when the neighborhood was bad. A nearby document-storage warehouse would let cops park there free, so the cops hanging out at the White Castle would be nearby just in case anything happened, thereby reassuring customers that yes, their documents were securely stored. (The warehouse building is now, as you'd expect, bars and loft apartments.) And this was ... well, one of White Castle Corporate's testbed places, a spot to try out things before they went to the whole chain.

So with the gentrification of the neighborhood, the old White Castle had incredible value in its land and its air rights. And White Castle renovated the lot, turning it into your standard mixed-use facility with the flagship White Castle location and loft apartment and all of that. Thus the time capsule due to be lost and forgotten in a century's time. Some pieces of the old building were turned into signs and decoration of the patio seating. In short, this was a White Castle with a history and a mission.

And it was therefore, as promised, a destination White Castle.

Trivia: In a Washington Post article published December 1901, Henry Litchfield West forecast, ``if only the same proportion of increase is maintained, the year 2000 will see a distance of 600 miles covered in an hour --- the journey from Washington to Chicago occupying only 70 or 80 minutes. This seems incredible, but it is not more marvelous than it would have seemed in 1800 to suggest that the 40 miles between Washington and Baltimore ould be traveled in 40 minutes.'' Source: Taking Flight: Inventing the Aerial Age from Antiquity through the First World War, Richard P Hallion.

Currently Reading: When The Mississippi Ran Backwards: Empire, Intrigue, Murder, and the New Madrid Earthquakes, Jay Feldman.


PS: Yeah, still at Six Flags Mexico's Hollywood. Enjoy!

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Metallic Christmas tree set outside the sign for the Rock-n-Roll (a Scrambler with Vaguely Late 50s car bodies) and a Johnny Rockets, so I think they're really getting the United States theming down perfectly here. Notice over by the Johnny Rockets the big statue of a burger with eyes.


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One of the stars on the Six Flags Mexico Hollywood Walk of Fame. Tito Guízar was a singer and actor who performed for seven decades, in American and Mexican movies and TV and radio.


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Hollywood Pizza, a name less baffling than Six Pizza, and the promise that sure, we'd be able to find something vegetarian to eat.


Sunday. Always a hard day to rise. Harder since we had an 11 am panel, and all I could find in hospitality for [profile] bunny_hugger were a couple oranges. They were really short on food. But we had the Bunnies SIG, in the slot that's unquestionably the worst for any species gettogether. One person attended. But [profile] bunny_hugger got to show off her Watership Down book-cover t-shirt, and to spread the word of this great book to a person who hadn't read it but did know there was this Netflix series about it.

The Rodents SIG, immediately after, was a bit better. [profile] bunny_hugger switched to her Squirrels For Sanity t-shirt, gotten after the Rally To Restore Sanity And/Or Fear back in 2010, for it. I drew a little sign for the schedule board outside that said it was the Rodents SIG, and that included the warning to predators that this was not your buffet. And for once, nobody did poke their head in to call it the buffet. This though a fox fursuiter did come in and hang out a bit. I also got to get in some guinea pig talk, including my wholly untainted by actual knowledge doubts that guinea pigs belong in the Rodents family. I mean, they're really weird rodents, if they're rodents. Sorry but everybody knows it.

And after this, on Sunday early afternoon, we finally made our first visit to the Dealers' Den. It was far too late to get a new sketchbook commission, of course, but [profile] bunny_hugger did find someone who was doing little spot illustrations of people as plushies and she hired one for the stuffed-doll version of herself. That came through a couple days later and looks great, and I'll leave her to share it as she chooses.

By this point we were not actually starving to death, but it was getting on there. We had another round of Betrayal to play later in the day, and suspected that Hospitality would have nothing but the warmed-over memories of food. And there weren't any grease trucks out for some reason. So we went back to Skyline Chili for a five-way vegetarian chili that was more leisurely than Saturday's. Also more populated, as it was the tail end of the lunch rush.

And this is the least important thing I could mention, but ... after we had checked in on Thursday, I parked in a great spot close to the rear entrance, right by the three-floor elevator that would do us so well. When we went out Saturday I figured I'd lose that great spot, but, nope: it was there and waiting for me. This time, I figured, we're sure to lose it. Nope again. I went the whole weekend with just that great parking spot for us. It's the pettiest little thing, but hey, neat. It worked out right.

We had another round of Betrayal at the House on the Hill to play, and I did not pick Ox Bellows as character to play. Someone else did. Which turned out well, because this haunt also turned into a matter where someone would have to beat up the monster whose identity I now forget. My character --- one of the kids who're in the game --- was pretty well set up, in strength and equipment --- to assist and be the backup cannon here. But then Ox went and one-hit killed the monster, ending the game before my character could get down or, I realized, affect the outcome of the game in any way at all. It just turned out the Heroes had a bit too much of an advantage against the monster this time around. ``It's so weird that a Betrayal Haunt would be imbalanced,'' I said, earning laughs from everybody who's played Betrayal before. (Well, given how many different, and different-sized, hero parties there can be, and that the game started with fifty different Haunts, it would take a superhuman effort to make all the Haunts balanced for all possible configurations. ... Granting that there's some Haunts that are just crazy imbalanced, or that nobody understands because they're too incoherently explained.) Still, being on the winning side twice in two games: that felt good.

And what of the jigsaw puzzle? Would there be time to finish it? ... Yes, partly because of great progress made in the last hours by more frantic puzzle-solvers. Partly because the con had agreed with the guy running the board game room that there was no real need to close it before (10 pm? Midnight? Something late, anyway). Still, four people, plus me occasionally, were seriously working on the puzzle and it was just a few minutes after the original closing moment of 4 pm that the last piece ...

Turned out to be missing. But everything except that piece was put in, and the whole little-cabin-on-the-lake picture was clear and recognizable and looking pretty good in that Thomas Kincade way. The puzzle, [profile] bunny_hugger determined, was a rectangular-cut one, so the pieces came to rows and columns, and based on that the complete puzzle would have 37 rows and 27 columns, or 999 pieces. And we had 998 of them.

This finished us a few minutes into the last SIG we figured to attend, Rare Fursonas And Where To Find Them. I'd thought it would be a grab-bag of people talking about their odd choices for character. It was more of a person presenting --- with Powerpoint-style slides --- species that don't get much representation, like tree kangaroos (kangaroos are common, but tree kangaroos are a rarity), thylacines, or the last example, coatis. At which I cheered and held my costume tail up to full height, delighting the host who'd never seen anyone who was a coati before. She said coatis were great, to which I agreed, pointing out that with the high-pitched squeaky noise coatis make in their voluminous conversations with one another, you could get their interest and a good fight going simply by playing with a squeak toy some. Hm.

And now Anthrohio was in recessional. The Pipsqueakery was gathering up their animals to bring back to the shelter, so we had one last chance to look at and head-pet that lop-eared bunny, or to set my guinea pig puppet up where the actual guinea pigs might look at it and then remember they didn't have to do anything. The rapidity with which guinea pigs will go from ``I have to do something'' to ``no, I do not'' is one of the things I most love about them. And there was ice cream: the ice cream social, for Sponsors only, had broken up and there were leftovers, so we were welcome to take what we liked. By this point the ice cream was all but melted, a mode that [profile] bunny_hugger really doesn't like. But I was good with it, even if I got some caramel on my hands and had to wash that off after I'd just been to the bathroom a few minutes before.

(A silly word about the bathrooms on the hotel's main floor: nobody could get the soap-dispensers in the women's room to work. They were fine in the men's room, even if they were those motion-sensitive ones where you have to swing your fingers underneath the spout. [profile] bunny_hugger reported that nothing anybody could work out got any soap from the women's bathroom, though. The men's room ran out of soap in all but one dispenser, and that one kicking out tiny little spits of liquid soap, by this point Sunday though. It really would be better all around to have manual pumps.)

And on to Closing Ceremonies, at last and too soon. Part of the Corporate Takeover theme was, for people participating in the RFID checkins, the chance to vote once every four hours on a choose-your-own-adventure style game. We could gripe a little about some of the ways this was run, particularly that before you voted it showed what other people had chosen that round, which encouraged dogpiling since you got achievements for casting a vote in line with whatever won. (Or maybe not. The achievement sticker made it sound like you got an award for voting for the winner, rather than voting at all, but if you're looking to gather achievements, why would you take the risk of missing one?) Anyway, the group had collectively chosen the paths that revealed some evil conspiracy on the part of the BoxOwl Corporation and as a result of making public gross wrongdoing, the convention was free and back to its rightful owners, because in group fiction that kind of thing happens.

The Pipsqueakery got a total donation of something like $13,000, which is still a sum that staggers me, and made me feel for the rescue from which we adopted Stephen and Penelope and --- watch this space --- might be adopting something else. The convention had something like 1200 attendees, which when you consider that through 2014 they deliberately chose to keep the con to about three hundred people is staggering.

And they announced the theme for 2020: Sealab. Well, Furlab. ... Er, no, not Furlab 2020. Furlab 2021. I'm up for an ocean theme certainly. But for 2020? They're doing ``AnthrOhio 2120: Tech Noir'', part of a theme of cyberpunk-dystopian-future done in conjunction somehow with Further Confusion, Fursquared, and Biggest Little Furry Con. I'd never thought of a convention having some theme shared with other conventions, especially ones like BLFC, held in Reno, where only a handful of people could be expected to attend both. Still, that's neat and I'm intersted in how the theming will play out, especially given that we already have a cyberpunk dystopia thing going on in real life.

With that, and with an announcement of next year's guests of honor done in so casual a style you could honestly think the con chair was picking out whoever he happened to see right then and there, the convention was declared closed. While the con evaporated, we had a moment to catch up with [profile] mystee. We knew she was at the con, as they were running a room party Friday night which we couldn't get into. [profile] bunny_hugger was in fursuit and didn't have ID on her, so wasn't allowed in. But we kept missing her all weekend outside that, contributing to the feeling that the con was now too big for us, if we couldn't see anybody we knew. So this was a great, if late, chance to fix that and catch up with [profile] mystee and her partner and their life and new house and all their own excitement.

And AnthrOhio 2019 was done.

Trivia: When the Spanish Flu reached San Antonio, Texas, the disease had a high attack rate: 53.5 percent of the population got the disease. But it had a very low death rate, with about 0.8 percent of those getting sick dying, roughly double the rate of typical influenzas. Source: The Great Influenza: The Story of the Deadliest Pandemic in History, John M Barry.

Currently Reading: When The Mississippi Ran Backwards: Empire, Intrigue, Murder, and the New Madrid Earthquakes, Jay Feldman.

PS: Reading the Comics, June 1, 2019: More Than I Thought Edition, closing out last week's comics.


PPS: Six Flags Mexico. For all these pictures we still haven't really got to, like, afternoon. ... All right, a little bit into afternoon.

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Christmas tree and sleigh set up in the Hollywood-themed area, next to the sorts of hot-climate trees that reminded me of being in Singapore in December. So much American Christmas iconography holds this idea of cold to it that it's a weird feeling when it's seen somewhere it's so not.


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So, I have questions.

There is a Mexican Federal Highway 95, and it runs from Mexico City to Acapulco, and their Federal Highway shield looks a fair bit like the United States Interstate shield. But the Mexican shield is in black and white, and doesn't say Interstate; that's apparently a stylistic import to seem more American. But I-95 is ... as far from Hollywood as you can get and be in the United States (it runs north-south along the Eastern Seaboard). So the sign implies this weird attempt to be exotic and foreign by using the American design, but also to use a number that's localized, although since Acapulco is south of Mexico City it's the road that goes the wrong way to imply Hollywood. Every piece that makes sense here just makes less sense in the whole.


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Front of a static train setup. I couldn't tell whether it was a permanent (or reasonably permanent) fixture decorated for the holiday or whether it was only brought out to be a Christmas Train.