Aquaman Rides Again!

So I went to Sea World with the family yesterday and took in the whole Shamu thing. Lots of shows, short on rides but not a bad place to spend the day at all. My kids were just plain flummoxed what with the whole Dolphin pool thing.
Seriously, where else can you touch Dolphins AND get a lemon smoothie?


















I am Aquaman, Lord of the fishy's!

The Otter and walrus show thing was funny and the mime that warmed up the crowd was pretty funny, they had a Disneyesque show called the Blue Horizons or something like that. All the little princesses loved it and the mom's in the audience oohed and ahhhed at all the dudes in the wet suits making like cliff divers with Flipper in the pool.
I focused on the dolphins myself.
And Aquaman getting chucked through the air like a baby seal by Shamu.





















I can see my house from up here!

Beautiful animals. Poweful, agile, and sleek.
Natures living torpedoes.
I didn't bother with either of the two rides at Sea World, though not because they are cheesy or anything, just the opposite, I heard they rock thusly. I just didn't feel like waiting in line for three hours to ride them.
I figured I could tackle those another day.
We did, however, do the Shamu show thing instead.
Twice.
Not because the show was particularly awesome (though it was, in fact, very cool...). No, we sat through two performances because their heavy hitter, a Killer Whale, who shall remain nameless, (*cough shamu! *cough...) some 22 feet long and weighing in the neighborhood of 12,ooo lbs, decided that he would rather sit on his uh, bottom, rather than play.
So he did.















What, like you don't slack off at work none?

He popped up on the little slide out they use for those moments of cool when Shamu and company want fish from the nice trainer lady and he just stayed there. For at least fifteen minutes.
Much to the chagrin of the training staff.
They blathered on about how you can't really tell a 12,000 pound Killer Whale what to do, all you can do is ask nicely and hand out heaping helpings of fish when they oblige.
'Tis true.
He didn't really participate in either show. He sort of swam around abit and basically splashed the crap out of the folks in the first fourteen rows of the bleachers. The second show went a little more smoothly as they were able to finish out the show instead of cancel it out like the first one.
We got to see Aquaman (or whatever the training dude's name was) ride Shamu like a surfboard.















Sweet.

That would be a cool job, except for the ice cold salt water and the 12,000 pound Killer Whale with an attitude problem. Trainer for a day? I don't think so. Too close to being a late afternoon snack if you ask me.
No thanks.
I'll watch from here.