Letterman

Dear Granada;

You are an eyesore.
Didn't you have a grand opening months ago? Didn't you shut down the street and give guided tours?
What the hell are you doing?
You are the tallest building in town and you have the ugliest cell phone antenna on your still yet-to-be-finished dome. Nick wants your antenna to be beautifully decorated in red tiles and I wish for another earthquake, but only beneath you.




I was at least expecting descent venues from your plank windowed facade. But this morning I noticed Disney is coming.

My fantasy is Walt Disney thawing, on stage. I'd love to see him blink and look around. Maybe his whole body was frozen? Heck he could have afforded it, even then. I wonder if he was frozen in the same suit he always used for the Wonderful World of Disney or naked?

Maybe it'll be more of a reawakening than a performance. We watch, stunned as someone tells him its the year 2008. Disney is amazed at how we can talk on cell phones and Apple released the "funnest ipod ever!" We've advanced so much. There is a Euro Disney, and it serves alcohol (or so I've heard)!

After everyone has left chuckling and feeling all wide eyed and Disneyed, we play him The Hot Chick, The Emperor's New Groove, Bambi II , The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause and some other stuff until he cries.

Later, he can take the monorail... wait, the people-mover.... no, a car to Disneyland, through bumper to bumper LA traffic. There he can ride the Matterhorn and see the Abominable Snowmen they added in the 80s.

We'll need to re-freeze him back up pretty quickly though before the Republicans try to add him to the ticket.