Life in Celebration, FL

Barb who writes the Celebration, Florida blog and maintains (although she really needs to update that) is back after a long hiatus (some of which was spent on a Disney Cruise to the Mediterranean. She’s always good for a peek into what life as a Disney addict is like when you live so close to Walt’s most wonderful worlds.

In this post she talks about sneaking into Epcot for a quick fix on her favorite attraction – Soarin’:

A few months back, some Disney rocket scientist had the "brilliant"
idea to add interactive games to the Soarin’ queue. You stand in front
of the screens and control them with your body motion. Unfortunately
that means that even though the rest of the people ahead of you have
gone on, you block everyone else as you sway or swat or whatever the
game requires. I would think Disney would want to find ways to move the
line faster, not to gum it up even more.

A sheep herd of people
was engrossed in playing, but others were just blowing past them and
hubby and I joined the passers, which probably cut 5 to 10 minutes off
our wait. The players were so hypnotized that I doubt they even noticed.

Then she reveals exactly how Disney converts regular visitors into addicts.

In the novel "The Stepford Wives," one of the main villians is
nicknamed Diz because he used to work on audio-animatonics at Disney
World. Later, the implication is that he has a major role in perfecting
the robot wives.

I don’t know about robotics, but I do know that
Disney has perfected their cranial implant to a frightening degree. I
imagine that mine was implanted on my first trip to WDW, in 1989 or
’90, when I visited with my sister and stayed at the Contemporary. All
of the on-site, Disney-owned resorts have an installation facility, and
they do it so quickly and efficiently overnight that you’re totally
unaware anything has happened when you wake up in the morning. The only
things you might notice are an increased craving for Mickey ice cream
bars and souvenir t-shirts, a magnetic draw to the Disney theme parks,
a zap akin to a shock color when you even consider trying out Universal
or Sea World, and a homing pigeon urge to return to WDW at least once a

Ah-ha. So that’s how they do it.