Scary Lazy
I’m in a toss up on what exactly I should be writing about today. I had an awesome weekend, but received some bad news yesterday which is at the forefront of my thoughts. Even when I ignore it, it’s much like a battering ram at my psyche. Alternatively you could call this the “Lex The Impaler” of thoughts. Pounding away.
Don’t do a google search on that name if you are at work.
Anyways, while I’m not prepared to talk about said events, mostly due to their sensitive and timely nature- well, that and ease of google search making some people very upset with me, I’ll just move on.
I went to Magic Mountain the other day, for their “Fright Fest” celebration of Halloween. While the rides were standard fare, something irked me about one of them. It’s named ”Scream,” but for no reason, really. the tag line was “Ride Out loud,” which confused me moreso because there was nothing loud or scream worthy, other than the fact that it is indeed a roller coaster. Honestly, you could have called the ride Popsicle mountain and that would have made as much sense. More if it’s cold out.
I don’t think any of my fellow riders shared my sense of indignation in this ride.
Other than that, they had these small haunted houses set up. Now, these were not very good, to be honest. They were more like jack in the box haunted houses- the toy, not the restaurant. With shit that is generally scary surrounding us, and then people jumping around corners. It wasn’t the costumes or ambience that really startled me, just a guy popping out making a loud noise.
When did scary get so lazy?