I went to Tokyo Disney Sea yesterday. It was pretty cool. Our company was honoring the completion of numerous long-running projects in October (among them a first delivery of our uber-project to the publisher), so we had in the words of Wallace and Gromit, a grand day out.
Disney Sea is about four years old, adjacent to the pioneering foreign Disney installation, Tokyo Disneyland (currently celebrating its 20th anniversary). Whereas TDL is what you’d expect, Disney Sea on the other hand is slightly different though still characteristically Disney. It’s been called the most mature of all Disney’s parks, generally quiet and calm, lacking the aggressively festive atmosphere and abundance of merchandise vendors every three feet.
The thoroughfares are wide and spacious, the various themed sectors presenting their character to varying degrees of charm (I was a bit disappointed with Mysterious Island, but on the other hand Arabian Nights was quite refreshing). Near American Waterfront is a bouquet of shops and restaurants equipped to serve alcohol, though I wish the upper stories of McDuck’s Department Store were accessible. (They may very well be only facades.) A large steam cruise ship is in the harbor behind a massive Christmas tree, and an outdoor stage production provides entertaining musical numbers.
The Indiana Jones Adventure was quite entertaining, I had the surprising reaction of being unable to stop laughing from the excitement several minutes after it was over. The jolting of the car works wonderfully in chorus with the sounds and shock visuals. The animatronic characters were quite impressive and lifelike as well. I bought a jungle green t-shirt with my favorite Harrison Ford personality for about thirty dollars, but I’m sure I’ll be wearing it for at least six or seven years.
The Little Mermaid area was very well done, an undersea cave filled with little rides, a myriad of lights and creative decoration. The stage show was pretty impressive too: the actors were extremely talented, vivacious and sporting delightfully original costumes part human, part mechanical.
I realize I’m starting to sound way too much like a pompous theatre critic, so I’m going to take a break…
[one episode of TNG later…]
I notice that I’ve become critical and disenchanted with my writing recently. I wonder if this is due to a valid observation of its quality or merely discontentment with the atmosphere under which I write (often feeling tired and that I have other things both pleasant and otherwise to do). Perhaps it’s a combination of both. I feel the same way about my photography during cyclic periods of the year. I wish I could produce things that I’m satisfied with under some kind of consistency, but I suppose until I achieve a greater understanding of the causes- mental, physical and biological, it will continue to be hit and miss. This may also be due in part to the artist’s apathy and how the demand for regular and premeditated delivery kills the creative process. Who knows.
Anyway, it was a nice weekend that passed all too quickly. I messed up my back after getting an impromptu massage from my company president while standing in line for lunch yesterday. It might have caused more damage than help; I can’t turn my head to the left now without intense pain and it hurts to get up and down out of bed. Here’s a picture from yesterday, should have a nicer one soon after I pool my data with the not-so-inferior cameras of my coworkers.