And though you got your methods to illuminate the sky

And today we spent mostly at Universal Studios, but after we had waited in line twenty minutes for the Rip Ride Rockit, enduring the desperately hip, painfully inane video attempting to instruct us how to make music video history with our ride, the coaster suffered some unexplained mechanical problem (as opposed to the delay on the twin dragons yesterday, which was caused merely by what derspatchel referred to as a "protein spill on aisle two") and they sent everyone away, so disconsolately we went and got ourselves whipped around in the darkness with scarabs and fire on Revenge of the Mummy. Previously we had enjoyed Men in Black: Alien Attack (we were Cosmically Average, which is better than being judged by Will Smith as Bug Bait), the Simpsons Ride (which I want to go back to, so I can read all the carnival posters of which Grunkle Stan would no doubt approve), E.T. Adventure (please let Spielberg never film The Wonderful Flight to the Mushroom Planet), and Woody Woodpecker's Nuthouse Coaster (because it was there). Then we went and rode the dragons, Hulk, and the Fearfall again, because I required zero-G and the Rockit still wasn't up and running. It was, of course, by the time we were having dinner at Lombard's, so that we could watch its lights glittering over and over again through the non-inverting loop. We are going back on Tuesday, in the morning before we have to catch our flight. Take that, all those happily screaming people we could hear as we walked out of the park at nightfall.

And then because hotel rooms tend to frown on the kindling of flames that are not swiftly chased by the setting off of sprinkler systems, for the first night of Hanukkah we went down to the bar which reminded us both of Tales of the Gold Monkey and ordered the drink at the top of the menu that came, handily, on fire.

( A little fix of friction. )

There was pineapple. Wittgenstein, I hope you're happy.