Tim and I have talked about going to The Walt Disney Family Museum for HELLA days since it  opened a couple of years ago in San Francisco. We ended going to Disneyland before we even made it there, which is weird because it’s a lot cheaper and closer to us than Disneyland is. o,O

The museum is dedicated to Walt Disney’s personal history and included tons of personal artifacts and information about his family, including comics and art he had drawn in his youth, antique jewelry he had given his wife and daughters, his father’s fiddle, part of his miniature collection, awards, etc. It was really interesting to learn about his personal history and humble beginnings. I knew some stuff about him beforehand, but not much. My level of respect for him has gone up a few notches. I a got a bit teary-eyed towards the end as they showed things about his final projects and how he passed away. There was even a wall full of art that printed in newspapers after he died — lots of sad Mickeys and such. 😦

The museum is a bit overwhelming though because there is SO MUCH writing on all the displays — it’s like a 3D history book. And I can’t even remember half of the things I saw! Plus I got really distracted after I realized that some man we were standing behind totally farted on Tim and I when we were looking at a display. We thought the floor creaked, but then it started to smell like poop. I looked at Tim and said, “Did that really happen? Is that what I think it is?” Oi.

I think the standout part of the museum for me was the model of Disneyland. I kid you not, I got a bit teary when I saw it. I just miss Disneyland, okay? 😛

Taking pictures isn’t allowed inside the museum, which I thought really sucked at first, but then people would probably bogart every display and put a damper on the whole experience… but that didn’t stop me from taking pictures of some Mary Blair stuff near the coat check and restrooms! I mean, it was near closing time and no one was down there, sans one lonely janitor.

I am obsessed with Mary Blair’s artwork. She was a concept artist for Disney and worked on Cinderella, Alice In Wonderland, Peter Pan, The Little House, and a handful of other full length features and shorts. What she’s most famous for is designing  It’s a Small World. Even if you hate that ride (and if you do, we can’t be friends), you have to admit it’s beautifully designed. And you see that helmet pictured above? It touched Mary Blair’s head. It possesses her DNA. With a healthy ovum, I can grow my own Mary Blair!!! Actually, I don’t know if that’s the real deal or a replica… I was too busy trying to be a rebel and forgot to read the note on the display case.

The gift shop was just as overwhelming — I walked away with some Bambi postcards, a Lady & the Tramp button, and a couple of plastic folders imported from the Mary Blair art show in Japan. Afterwards we were hungry as fck, and we still wanted to watch Drive, and I conveniently had some movie passes with me, so we headed to Pleasanton (the halfway mark between San Francisco and Stockton, I guess) and ate some grub, and then got our Gosling-Mulligan-and Hendricks on. But mostly Gosling. *sigh

I’m a really sqeumish person, so I don’t like too much gore — Tim has already seen Drive so I asked if I’d be okay because I heard Ryan Gosling totally smashes some guy with a hammer. He said there was one part, but it wasn’t too bad and that I should be fine. LIES! I had my hands over my face quite a few times, especially during the part where Ryan Gosling’s character just keeps on kicking some dude’s head in. I was like, “OKAY OKAY YOU CAN STOP NOW!” Tim apologized for forgetting about all the bloodbath. But with all the that aside, Drive was a really good movie. The acting, the cinematography, the soundtrack… sigh

Tim and I are currently crushing on Ryan Gosling too (Tim said he has a “bro boner” for him, which sounds way better than “man crush”). And there’s this blog I recently discovered called Ryan Gosling Disneyland Cats — IT’S AMAZING! It’s just a bunch of silly photoshop’d pictures of Ryan Gosling at Disneyland with cats (hence the title of the blog). It inspired me to make this when I got home:

And with that, I bid you adieu. >^___^<