The Short Version

Got up today, feeling groggy as usual, and what do you know, the reason Lileks was silent most of last week was because he was making his annual pilgrimage to Disney World with the family. I have all kinds of admiration for the guy but his approach to blogging is to record daily life in Proustian detail, and sometimes Proustian is more detail than I want. He's funny, clever, all that. But sometimes, in the groggy morning, I don't feel up to tackling between 800 and 1,500 words about choosing shoes for the trip and how the portions were big at the restaurant and the odd choice someone had made in a T-shirt and so forth.

So if you're on the go, here's one quick Disney World anecdote from the time I was there during a convention in Orlando. I was with a colleague who had the habit of asking people questions—she would run up to strangers, like a friendly dog, and pepper them with all sorts of queries about God knows what. We were looking for something, and she sees this young guy in full cowboy regalia—hat, vest, chaps, the whole thing. So she runs up to him and says, "Excuse me, do you work here?"

He gave her a look of scathing contempt that would have had him fired on the spot if a manager had seen it. He pointed in the general direction of his outfit. "No," he said. "I just enjoy dressing this way."

Other than that, I don't remember much, but click that link and James will give you more if you want. I don't enjoy the sensation of falling, so places like Disney World are pretty much wasted on me.