Theme Parks

Maybe it's just me, but I always find it so odd when people can just talk about things I'm extremely interested in without the conversation taking 12 hours. How do they just stop talking about it? I also always feel compelled, in a way, to let people know how much I know about the topic. I don't know why, I'm not trying to say that I'm smarter than them or anything. Just trying to be helpful and utilise my otherwise useless knowledge, I guess.

But yeah, THEME PARKS. I love theme parks so much, I've spent actual days thinking of nothing but theme parks. I get to go to my favourite theme park of all time later this month, and it's all I've been able to think about for the past two months. I could talk for hours and hours about different rollercoaster structural techniques, common tricks you can spot in dark rides, the advancements of animatronics over the past decades, different audio and set design facts, holiday special facts, incredibly obscure animatronic models and props like five people have ever heard of, and so on. Need somebody to just sit and talk with about the intricacies of theme parks for a day or so.

Obviously there's the whole issue of Disney being an absolute Zionist shit company, but the way I see it, as long as I'm not giving them any money or bootlicking the actual company themselves, it's fine to freak out over their animatronics. Most of the artists aren't directly tied to the company anymore because of the layoffs anyway, and I mostly admire the work from the mid-2000s. The Haunted Mansion will always have my heart. I wish I could get a really big crane and pick up the entire dark ride and carry it away, far from Florida and Disney. Same with Journey Into Imagination With Figment, I love Figment and he's probably very sad about where he's stuck right now. Thinking of all those lovely pieces of art trapped in what is essentially Hell makes me so sad. Would it be easier to move them out of Hell, or move the Hell away from them? The poor animatronics and statues and rides would be so sad if someone told them the company that likes to say it owns them was just as evil as the rest of them. I wonder, do they know? What if someone has told them, and they're all just sitting there, depressed? What of the ghosts that haunt Disney World, do they know? Can they leave if they want to? What if the state of Florida woke up one morning to find Disney World itself got up and walked away to somewhere nicer, rebranded itself and hired new management? 

I like to think of an event where some form of massive magnetic asteroid capable of supporting life just picks up every theme park and combines it all into one planet. The coolest planet, the planet of steel and wood, the Roller Coast of the entire solar system. Billionaires are not allowed to enter the planet's atmosphere for safety reasons. Nobody owns the planet, everybody is just very cool and chill and shares it. You could ride every rollercoaster you wanted to within one trip, as opposed to a worldwide lifelong series of trips. Also the drink machines would accept cash and card because I think it's stupid that everybody's going cashless.