"I know exactly where this journey started. I was seated at my desk, my chair turned to face fellow reporters Anthony Pignataro and Nick Schou with Weekly editor Will Swaim to my left. We were talking about the contrived nature of 'extreme' sports, how anything qualifies as 'extreme' -- extreme beveraging, extreme fabric softening, extreme podiatry -- as long as it is videotaped in black-and-white and at unusual angles with neo-punk in the background.

" 'You know what would be really extreme?' I asked. "Going on every ride at Disneyland in one day.'

"And, quite suddenly, the whir, laughter and good fellowship of the moment were lost, and I was assaulted with looks of outrage and rebuke.

" 'Impossible,' said Pignataro. 'Absolutely impossible.' "

Imagine The Walt Disney Story as told by the cast of Waiting for Guffman and you have some idea of the earnest terror that awaits you at Laugh-O-Grams. (CAUTION: Requires Flash. Not recommended for diabetics.)

Boyd Rice at Club 33. Mr. Rice is a noise musician, neo-fascist and obsessive Disneyland fan.

"What is Boyd Rice like? There have been a couple of articles in the U.S.press recently. In one he is described as "BAMBI meets SATAN's CHEER LEADER" and in another the question is asked "NAZI or MOUSEKETEER." Probably both, I should think!! In fact, he seems a perfect candidate for a managerial post at Disneyland."

Mr. Rice tells stories of stealing bits and pieces from Disneyland, which he took home, and then popped into plastic bags along with typewritten descriptions. After swiping about two grocery bags worth of stuff (which I'm told are now in the possession of the mysterious DM, publisher of the zine Disneyland Babylon), Mr. Rice realized that the park began moving things out of reach (the "Envelope of Protection" in Disneyspeak) so he changed his approach; he began making objects to leave at the park. He left a large papier-mâché gun on the bed of the seven dwarfs, and dropped a cassette player with a tape loop of a child crying into the Bottomless Pit in Injun Joe's Cave on Tom Sawyer's Island.

On the 1990 LP Boyd Rice and Friends - Music, Martinis and Misantrophy, Mr. Rice clarifies his Disneyland obsession with the song Disneyland:

"someday i'll take you to disneyland
i'll buy you a pair of mouse ears
tons of cotton candy
and a big helium balloon with mickey inside
but all that can wait
today i'll buy you a 357 magnum
and lots and lots of bullets..."

An obsessive collector's stuff from Disneyland's Mine Train Through Nature's Wonderland. Most of it isn't even HTML, just a directory of images, except for a couple of pages like this.

The unfortunately named "iBot" is a wheelchair stablized with six gyroscopes. It uses four wheels like most wheelchairs, but it is capable of two-wheeling it up and down stairs while keeping the user stable and upright. Find out more from the manufacturer or Auntie Beeb. Ride Theory - it helps people move around.

Now that's ride theory!

The Cave Train Adventure at Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk is a charming dark ride. I have no idea what a Victorian steam train has to do with an Alley-Oop style prehistoric adventure, but I guess they had to move us through somehow. Pictures here (scroll down), here (scroll down) and here.

Very seldom do characters from a dark ride turn up on another ride, which is why this is pretty neat.

An obit for Leon Janzen of The E-Ticket magazine.