Gravitron

I guess I'm finally breaking down and starting a blog. Well, I don't guess it... I am. I say, "I guess" a lot. And "basically". But that's not the point.

Basically, I guess the point is I haven't started a blog yet... Mostly because they're called "blogs". That word is fairly ugly, but I guess it's here to stay. The only word that's worse is "blogger". No wait, there's another one: "blogosphere". How many real words were slammed together to make that one?

For some reason the word "blogosphere" reminds me of this ride that used to be at The 49th Street Galleria -- which was this very strange place in Murray, UT that had miniature golf, a carousel, a bowling alley, arcades, a big staircase, and lot of green felt "carpet". It also had this ride called the Gravitron. Basically, it was a giant wheel oriented horizontally. You'd get inside and strap yourself to the outer wall. Then it would spin, and the centrifugal force would push you agains the wall. We used to unstrap ourselves during the ride and try to maneuver ourselves so we'd be upside down, then try to get back on our feet before it slowed to a stop (or else you'd fall on your head). Or we'd try to keep our arms out in front of us as long as we could until they gave out and we hit ourselves in the face or chest.

The 49th Street Galleria was later renamed the Fun Dome, which is a very dumb name because the building didn't resemble a dome in the least. I think it's now a community college of some sort.

Anyway, the ride was torn out after a short time. I think mostly because a lot of people threw up, and it would fly everywhere and hit everyone in the face. EVERY TIME. I never barfed, though.

Actually, I went for ten years without throwing up ever. Contrary to my reputation, I didn't start drinking until I was 22. Here's another interesting fact: centrifugal force does not exist.

Well, this concludes my first post. I may or may not do this again.