#buena vista street

[laurenovercalifornia]

[secretsofdisneyland]

Disneyland Secret #433

If you notice the “Singing Lessons: Ask for Adriana” sign that can be found in the Fiddler, Fifer and Practical Cafe, this is a reference to Adriana Caselotti who was the original singing voice for Snow White.

Photo Credit: Findingmickey.com

[magicaltrash]

In celebration of the 2023 Food & Wine Festival at DCA, Mickey is the anchor tenant on this trash can salt & pepper shaker. Accented by lime, pink, and dark blue colors, "The Dude with the Food" stands in front of the Carthay Circle Restaurant in an "Amazingly Sweet" way. // Salt & Pepper Shaker, Disney California Adventure, Food & Wine Festival, 2023 [Source: Troy. Used by Permission.]

[rollieflexmorgan]

Which is better?

Main Street U.S.A.💈or Buena Vista Street 🎹

[chunkecheeks]

i'm literally so mad that citizens of hollywood was not running the entire time i was there. like baby that's what i WANTED i literally spent hours just sitting on sunset blvd bc the atmosphere is everything and you're fucking telling me there were FULL CHARACTERS?!?! WHO ADDED TO THE ATMOSPHERE?!?! AND THEY'RE NOT RUNNING RIGHT NOW?!?!

[architectureforsuicides]

Ambulance (Michael Bay, 2022) (From foreground to background) Metro Gold Line Bridge Los Angeles, California (USA) Bridge over the Los Angeles river Type: beam bridge. & North Broadway Bridge / Buena Vista Street Bridge Los Angeles, California (USA) Bridge over the Los Angeles river Type: arch bridge. & North Spring Street Bridge / Downey Avenue Bridge Los Angeles, California (USA) Bridge over the Los Angeles river Type: arch bridge.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Old Stuff Day

National Old Stuff Day is all about…well, old stuff. Bits and bobs that have been gathering dust for ages in your home, trinkets, and toys up in the attic, antiques and old electronics – you’re bound to have some old stuff knocking about. And today is all about appreciating it. Because what’s better than uncovering something really awesome from days gone by?

It’s so easy to let things gather dust. If we don’t use them every day, some things can get pushed to the side and stay there. And that’s not just the things in your home – technology advances so quickly, new toys come out all the time, new books are constantly being published. In the age of new information, it isn’t easy to stay mindful of what built the foundations for what we have now. Today is all about remembering the things we sometimes leave behind.

Learn about National Old Stuff Day

National Old Stuff Day can mean different things to different people. Most people use this day to cherish their old but significant belongings. This could be a book that you have had since you were a child or a family heirloom that has been passed down generations. You can hunt through your belongings for something special and appreciate it on this date. However, you can also see National Old Stuff Day as an opportunity for you to break out of your typical habits.

National Old Stuff Day also gives you the push that you may need to try a new experience. When someone asks you how you are or what you have been up to, how often do you reply with the saying “same old, same old?” If this phrase is in your vocabulary, you’re definitely going to benefit from National Old Stuff Day. It is a day for you to do things differently. Try something that you would never usually do before. Break out of your typical routine and live life differently, even if it is just for one day only.

Of course, when we are talking about old stuff, there is always the question, how old is old? Well, for an item to be considered vintage, it must be 30-years-old, at least. For an item to be deemed antique, it needs to be at least 100 years old. For something to be old, well that’s subjective! You could consider something old a day after you have purchased it if you’re the type of person that falls out of love with things quickly.

History of National Old Stuff Day

If you think about it, there’s always been old stuff – but exactly when National Old Stuff Day started to be celebrated isn’t too clear. That said, there’s no doubt that this is an important day for those who are a fan of all things gone by.

We’ve long had an appreciation for the value that age can bring to items. Wine becomes better the older it gets, furniture becomes more of a must-have once it becomes an antique; it’s certain that old things aren’t without their uses, value or charm. Collectors nowadays will pay a pretty penny for stamps, toys, video games, board games, books, coins, and clothes of yesterday.

How to celebrate National Old Stuff Day

There are so many different ways that you can celebrate National Old Stuff Day. Try starting off the day with a new attitude. Think about the choices you make on a daily basis and the different activities you do every day. Now, look for ways to do things differently. Is there another alternative that is available to you? If so, give it a try. You may find that it is actually a better way of doing things, or it may not be, but at least you gave it a shot!

You could also celebrate National Old Stuff Day by taking something old and freshening it up. This could be anything from an antique piece of furniture to an old garden ornament. Look for something in your home that you have had for quite a while and could do with a bit of TLC. You can then clean it, fix it, paint it, or give it any sort of makeover that is required. Don’t forget to share your achievement on social media so that you can encourage other people to get involved as well.

Vintage fashion is still in vogue, but you can really get into the spirit of things by visiting a junk shop or visiting your local car boot – another person’s old stuff could be your new stuff! Or maybe now is a good day to declutter? Stuff you aren’t so into any more could make a great gift for someone else, or you could always pass you old things on to your local charity shop.

If you’re in a crafty mood, you could upcycle your old clothes into new outfits with just a little tailoring, or turn unwanted trinkets into snazzy boho decorations. Today would be a good day to visit your older relatives and learn about your family history, and the kind of shenanigans your grandparents would get up to back in the golden days.

Today is also the perfect day for you to de-clutter your home and get rid of all of the things you don’t need. Often, people hold onto things on the very small chance they may use them again one day, yet all this does is result in more and more clutter building up. So, why not use National Old Stuff Day to get rid of all of those things you don’t need anymore?

Most of all, remember that today’s new stuff will one day be old stuff – so if you’re a fan of nostalgia, don’t get overzealous with that charity bag!

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[boingodigitalart]

Designs for an upcoming project inspired by Disney California Adventure's Buena Vista Street. Still working out the other characters and a possible plot line though which I should have coming soon.

[greasermutt]

Look familiar by chance? Here is a doodle featuring Rider wearing one of Goofy’s costumes I favor the most; Buena Vista Street.

[laurenovercalifornia]

[secretsofdisneyland]

Disneyland Secret #405

All the residents you see on Buena Vista Street are dressed up in period clothing of the 1920’s and 1930’s.

Photo credit S.Deal

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

One of the earliest looks at THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS, back when it was going to be released as a mainline Walt Disney Pictures films, appears on the 1993 VHS release of PINOCCHIO...

The PINOCCHIO VHS in question streeted in late March of that year, and copies were printed as early as January. Maybe even earlier, so this was early on in the film's road to release.

Close to release, it was decided to have NIGHTMARE be a Touchstone Pictures title instead, as Disney higher-ups had concerns over the film's "macabre" content. 13 years later, in 2006, it was rebranded as a "Walt Disney Pictures" film and all current copies and versions open with that CGI castle logo.

Today, Animation Compendia uploaded an international trailer from the year after its North American release...

Built around the PINOCCHIO VHS trailer, and adding THE LION KING now that that film had already been out in most of Europe before this movie debuted across the Atlantic, it's fascinating to see it open with a Touchstone logo but still hype up how it's part of the Disney legacy of innovation, along with WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT... Even though Disney tried to distance it and that movie from the Disney name...

ROGER RABBIT is its own breed, though. Disney had BIG theme park plans for the movie, with only a few of them materializing (like ToonTown in Anaheim), and Disney Feature Animation did three shorts w/ Roger, Jessica, and Baby Herman, two of which that ran before mainline Disney movies. (The first of them, TUMMY TROUBLE, was attached to HONEY I SHRUNK THE KIDS. The third, TRAIL MIX-UP, was with A FAR OFF PLACE.)

It's also kinda weird seeing LION KING before this movie, but yeah, in Europe... LION KING was out first, then NIGHTMARE.

Here in North America, NIGHTMARE came out in October 1993, and THE LION KING was a June 1994 release.

THE LION KING was originally meant to be a Thanksgiving 1993 release, following the Thanksgiving debuts of OLIVER & COMPANY, LITTLE MERMAID, RESCUERS DOWN UNDER, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, and ALADDIN... All in a row...

But when LION KING's story issues proved to be a larger problem than anticipated, it broke the new "Disney animated event every Thanksgiving/holiday season" tradition and moved to the summer. So that meant NIGHTMARE had that space to itself, albeit, opening wide two days before Halloween and playing throughout the season. As long as it could, anyways. NIGHTMARE was only a moderate success, grossing a still impressive $50m domestically. Many clicks above Disney's competition (it was even a little bit higher than what Don Bluth's '80s hits AN AMERICAN TAIL and THE LAND BEFORE TIME took in), but quite a few clicks below BEAUTY and ALADDIN.

In Europe, however, THE LION KING was released first. The UK, for example, got it in October 1994. NIGHTMARE was closer to Thanksgiving that year. This was during a weird time where not only did Disney's newest animated movies open waaaay after, theatrically, in Europe... But also, Warner Bros. (!) distributed some of the movies!

Weird, huh?

A practice not uncommon way before these corporations all began to firmly say "All of this stuff is under ONE roof", believe it or not! Disney was no stranger.

For example, in Italy throughout the 1970s, Cinema International Corporation handled distribution of Disney's films. Here's an opening to a 1979 re-release of PETER PAN - sourced from a Super 8 reel - that has their logo following a blanked-out Buena Vista title card...

Disney joined w/ Warner Bros. to distribute their movies in the UK and a few other European territories in 1988, but then ended things in 1992 after BEAUTY AND THE BEAST came out in Europe, later creating a new version of Buena Vista International. That logo, you can see at the beginning of the NIGHTMARE trailer Animation Compendia just uploaded, showed up towards the end of 1993.

They became so big by that point in time, they could now handle more theatrical distribution overseas. Video was still an exception, though. In a country like, say, Brazil, Disney's video releases were put out by a regional company called Abril Video. That's one example of many. You get the idea, right?

Disney minutiae.

[archive-z]

it’s post-yr-wip wednesday, so enjoy more scenes from my forthcoming follow-up to krapp’s last tape, this time ft. events from the viewpoint of alice molloy, 1985-1989 ✨ all yr canon-typical content warnings for disordered substance use, pregnancy trauma, AIDS crisis-related death, child endangerment, codependent relationships with multiple concerning/unethical power differentials, etc.

“What mad Nijinsky wrote

About Diaghilev

Is true of the normal heart;

For the error bred in the bone

Of each woman and each man

Craves what it cannot have,

Not universal love

But to be loved alone.”

from “September 1, 1939”, by W. H. Auden 

It’s 1986 and Alice Molloy sits on the steps of San Francisco City Hall. She has been Alice Molloy for, approximately, the past thirty minutes. She is twenty-five years old. She looks out across Van Ness Avenue, at the War Memorial Opera House. She’s never been to the opera before. She’s never been married before, either. 

She rolls the name around in her mouth: Alice Molloy, Alice Molloy, Alice Molloy. She likes it. She feels like a snake that’s shed its skin, and now relaxes on the warmth of a sunned rock. She wonders how long it will take her to forget that she had any other name before this one. 

There is another her, maybe — scared and strung out — still inside, wandering the atrium. Maybe there is another her buried in a grave in Evergreen Cemetery. 

But this Alice, the one here on these steps, in this waning late afternoon sunlight, is Alice Molloy. She is Alice Molloy, with her newborn daughter, and her new husband, and their second-floor, one bedroom apartment near Buena Vista Park.  

—

December 6, 1985. The CDC recommends delaying pregnancy until more is known about the risks of mother-to-child transmission of AIDS. As of December 1, there have been 217 reported cases of AIDS among children under age 13, and 60% of them have died by the time of publication.

In Paris, their apartment is cold and there’s black mold around the windowsill. Daniel has a persistent cough. Alice wakes up nauseous. 

Three months ago, in San Francisco, Daniel gets an advance for a novel and insists they spend it all right away. 

Though he’s covering with bravado, Alice can tell he’s nervous. He’s never had more than a couple hundred dollars to his name, and never expected to have his sobriety tested in this manner either. 

They book two transatlantic tickets to Paris and a sublet in the Latin Quarter.

Alice wants to chainsmoke at café tables on crowded streets and imagine stories about passersby while Daniel scribbles in his notebook. She wants to go dancing. She wants to see the Mona Lisa. Alice is twenty-four, Daniel is thirty-two.

(Over the past several months, Alice has planned more funerals that she cares to count. She is perpetually in the final hospital visit-cremation-memorial service cycle. As the most junior member of the organisation, her duties tend to be administrative: making payments and filing bank receipts. By cash and by cheque, payments are made to the crematorium, the ambulance, the reception hall, to the sandwich caterers, to the company that rents the folding chairs and plastic table cloths, to the leaflet printers, and the delivery trucks. At the end of it all, someone has to fold up the chairs and turn off the lights. That someone is Alice. 

There is an impersonality to the deaths, she finds. Sometimes people with bring a framed photo of “the deceased” to the memorial service — a sister, a daughter, a girlfriend, a roommate, a friend. When there’s no photo, she often pictures Raequel. Twenty-two now? Would she look older? Or younger? Paris presents itself as a respite). 

Paris’ crisp October turns to a drizzly November and finally to a frigid December. Any argument that sparks between Daniel and Alice is swiftly resolved by swallowing one’s pride and huddling together under their singular scratchy wool blanket for warmth. 

In Paris, Daniel has coughed for three months. He’s smoking his packs twice as slowly because he has to take bone-rattling, hacking coughs after every few drags. 

In Paris, Alice throws up three days in one week. 

(They have both danced around this. It is the heavy, silent thing they neglect to mention. Daniel is sick. Alice is sick. With what — who knows? Fading track marks testify to their rich, independent histories of indiscriminately sharing needles and swapping bodily fluids with, at best estimate, one quarter of the Bay Area’s creatures of the night). 

In Paris, over dinner, Alice tells Daniel she’s pregnant. 

She tells him she’s pregnant and he says yeah. 

He’s staring at the cigarette in his hand, poised over the ashtray and Alice can see the gears turning inside his head. France permits elective abortion up to ten weeks, she can see him thinking. She can tell he’s doing the math in his head. 

She tells him she’s pregnant, and he says yeah. 

They finish their meal in silence, but Alice is too nauseous to keep anything down so throws up again in the brasserie’s toilette. After she’s finished, she presses her head against the cool metal of the cubicle door and then kicks it violently several times. 

When she re-emerges, Daniel has already settled the cheque. He’s got  another cigarette in his mouth, this one unlit, and he’s chewing on the filter, eyes still staring into middle distance, gears still turning. Alice has stuffed her jacket pocket with extra towelettes in case she needs to throw-up in a public garbage can on their walk back to their apartment. 

—

“We both could have it —“ Alice’s train of thought twists and weaves, running the alternatives and counter-alternatives too fast to keep track of until its a circular, tangled mess. “It would be born sick,” she says. 

“We don’t know if we—“  

“But we could. What if it’s born sick? If it’s— if it’s not able to grow?”

“Failure to thrive,” Daniel supplies. 

“I know whatAnd, in a heartbeat of indignation, Daniel ask, “What? What do you want? Do you expect a child to consent to being born?”

“Maybe the hospital finds out! Maybe it’s — taken away from us. Because it’s our fault. How could we live with ourselves?”

“We make a choice. We live with it.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Look.” Daniel presses his hand to her cheek, and his eyes fixed on Alice’s. “If it’s wrong — does it matter?” His thumb traces her cheekbone, over the scar on her eyebrow, where it turns from dark to blonde. “All human decisions are made like this.” He kisses her eyebrow. He sounds surer and steadier than Alice has ever heard him before. “No parent knows what will happen to their kid. What does it matter if it’s wrong? There is no wrong. Just you and me. Me and you. And I want to be with you. Forever.”

Later, Daniel proposes and she says no. Things are falling apart. She doesn’t trust that the centre will hold.

On their last day in Paris, they go to the Louvre. Alice wants to see the Mona Lisa. 

—

San Francisco, 1989. Alice Molloy is twenty-nine. 

A week after the World Series Earthquake, Daniel’s mother calls him from Modesto to deliver the belated news of his father’s passing, the post-script to his unattended funeral. Daniel interrupts the daily pre-school drop off routine in order to purchase a self-obliterating quantity of heroin. 

It’s thirteen hours before Alice finds him. When she finally does, he crawls to her on his hands and knees. He clutches her legs, sobbing, shaking, and high. She says nothing to him, and her cool and implacable assessment of the situation is this: I take care of you, I’ve always taken care of you. I love you, I’ve always loved you. You and me, me and you. Daniel would not die here. Their dance would not end like this.

Her fingers grasp his matted curls, and she gently forces his head back to meet her gaze. With a thumb, she carefully wipes his grimy, tear-stained cheeks. She whispers to him: I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. How could you doubt such a thing? I have forgiven you of everything before now. I would forgive you every time, even this. 

And Alice knew this: Daniel was hers. And he would never runaway from her again. 

Outside, Lena is asleep in the backseat of the car. She is three years old. 

[rpfofficial]

ethannnn u said u bought 12 cds this week ? would u tell me about them..

i bought ten for myself and two with my brother that he kept, he kept eyes open by snow patrol and the best damn thing by avril lavigne ... and i got ingenue kd lang, manic street preachers greatest hits + this is my truth tell me yours, the pogues red roses for me, Tracy Chapman self titled 🫶, the best of nina simone, hello nasty! beastie boys!, the libertines what became of the likely lads single, tango in the night fleetwood mac, and buena vista social club. my collection:

all from various charity shops in one area of a town where my brother lives and when i visit him again im gonna see if i can get some of the ones i didn't get and some ones ive never heard before...🫶