This simple flight simulator lets you fly a small airplane over Disneyland. There is no sound to this simulator, so you'll have to add your own background music.

Video of Banksy inserting a Gitmo prisoner into the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at Disneyland.

All employees in the French Quarter of Dannysland will please removed their berets and place them over their hearts today, as we mourn the death of the post-modern philosopher and De-Imagineer Jean Baudrillard.

And now, the skills of the artist and the talents of the sculptor combine to bring you Great Moments with Mr. Baudrillard.

"Disneyland is a perfect model of all the entangled orders of simulation. To begin with it is a play of illusions and phantasms: pirates, the frontier, future world, etc. This imaginary world is supposed to be what makes the operation successful. But, what draws the crowds is undoubtedly much more the social microcosm, the miniaturized and religious revelling in real America, in its delights and drawbacks. You park outside, queue up inside, and are totally abandoned at the exit. In this imaginary world the only phantasmagoria is in the inherent warmth and affection of the crowd, and in that aufficiently excessive number of gadgets used there to specifically maintain the multitudinous affect. The contrast with the absolute solitude of the parking lot - a veritable concentration camp - is total. Or rather: inside, a whole range of gadgets magnetize the crowd into direct flows; outside, solitude is directed onto a single gadget: the automobile. By an extraordinary coincidence (one that undoubtedly belongs to the peculiar enchantment of this universe), this deep-frozen infantile world happens to have been conceived and realized by a man who is himself now cryogenized; Walt Disney, who awaits his resurrection at minus 180 degrees centigrade."

-- Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulations, 1988.

On a personal note: on a trip to the park in the early 1990s, I bought a Mickey Mouse hat and had the name "Baudrillard" stitched into it. I gave this to a friend at UCLA, who kept it on her desk there. When she left, it somehow found its way into one of those trophy cases that line the hallways. My little contribution to academia. I hope it's still there.

UPDATE: It's not -- my friends STOLE IT BACK!