FEAR AND SELF-LOATHING IN STORY LAND —— by Steve Nadis
The next day, I did get into the White Mountains, but instead of hiking, I sat on my rear and took the chairlift up Attitash (I call it “Attitush”) Mountain, and when I got to the top, I sat on my rear again and slid down the longest Alpine Slide in North America. It was so much fun, I did it twice.
The saddest part of this whole story is that I actually enjoyed myself so much. I had fun with my wife and young girls riding the Whirling Whales and Bamboo Chutes. It would have been nice to have climbed a mountain or two, or to have gone swimming in a river rather than in the Storybook Resort Pool, but hey, you can’t do everything.
And so it’s happened–a gradual process to be sure, evolutionary or devolutionary, depending on your point of view. Either way, I’ve become a person I used to thumb my nose at. And now I thumb my nose at that other guy–a self-righteous prick who doesn’t know what he’s missing.
This might explain why "Dora the Explorer-Live" has replaced Elvis Costello concerts in my life….and why I don’t mind that much. "Swiper, noooooo swiping!"
Well, Doc, it seems we’ve both fallen so far we don’t know which way is up anymore. Worse yet, we don’t even care.
Ah yes, Storyland–the theme park of darkness:
"The horror, the horror." "Mr. Snake, he dead." (No, just resting.)
I think I’m alive though sometimes it’s hard to tell. You might be confusing Story Land with my other favorite theme park, the now-defunct Spooky World, which was the subject of one of my first-ever blogs. I still get comments on that one, even though I posted it last December. When I think of Spooky World’s inopportune closing, I am reminded of Gatemouth’s famous quote: "The horror, the horror!"
I’m not positive, but I think I told you so
Dear CL, you’re probably right. But which of my many failings did you point out?
That you are thumbing your nose at the nose thumber.
Oh, that shortcoming. Fair enough.