Rainy Days, Maths and Space
It rained again today. This is good because we need it, but not so good when you’re on holiday. We, like the several thousand other holidaying people on the Gold Coast, decided that we would get out of our resort rooms and go to the main shopping mall here, Pacific Fair. I can’t understand how businesses wouldn’t know that with a deluge outside, they would be likely to get a deluge of people to their shopping centre. Suffice to say, that the café we went to for lunch couldn’t quite cope with the influx of people, and that meant an hour wait to get a rather mediocre meal.
I’m not sure what the mathematical calculation relating to should I stay or should I go is, however, after half an hour of waiting, and then being told that your meals were “only five minutes away”, there has to be something. I believe it must be an exponential relationship between anger, annoyance and frustration levels and minutes which pass from that five minute mark. Exponentially rising anger and frustration on behalf of the parents, and exponentially rising annoyance factors of children who are hungry, tied to time.
Ethan kept himself on a positive streak, as he was edging to go to the Spacewalker exhibit up at Surfer’s Paradise. This is an interesting little tourist trap. They have done a reasonably good job in creating something that is inherently scientific, and then moulding an “entertainment” factor around it. This comes off as really cheesy for some of their exhibits, but overall the information they provide, and the space walk with a view to elements of the universe, are quite well done. Each time you visit you can take a slightly different path through the exhibit – there are three variants. I do personally think it is too expensive, and if we didn’t get to do two visits, rather than the usual one, I would have been pissed off.
The only mistake I made, was at the end of the visit, you have the choice of going through a Black Hole or a Stargate. The Black Hole is a nice serene walkway with lots of stars. The Stargate has Alien monsters in it, and I’m talking like the Aliens from Alien. I took Ethan, the six year old, through the Stargate. Big mistake, as when the Alien flashes at you from the pitch darkness he screamed the high pitched Ned Flander’s scream, and I had to quickly drag him out into the lights of the Arrival’s Lounge to calm him down. Nice way to scar a child for life. Hopefully, there will be no nightmares tonight.
Ciao for Now, Angry Space Dad.
I’m not sure what the mathematical calculation relating to should I stay or should I go is, however, after half an hour of waiting, and then being told that your meals were “only five minutes away”, there has to be something. I believe it must be an exponential relationship between anger, annoyance and frustration levels and minutes which pass from that five minute mark. Exponentially rising anger and frustration on behalf of the parents, and exponentially rising annoyance factors of children who are hungry, tied to time.
Ethan kept himself on a positive streak, as he was edging to go to the Spacewalker exhibit up at Surfer’s Paradise. This is an interesting little tourist trap. They have done a reasonably good job in creating something that is inherently scientific, and then moulding an “entertainment” factor around it. This comes off as really cheesy for some of their exhibits, but overall the information they provide, and the space walk with a view to elements of the universe, are quite well done. Each time you visit you can take a slightly different path through the exhibit – there are three variants. I do personally think it is too expensive, and if we didn’t get to do two visits, rather than the usual one, I would have been pissed off.
The only mistake I made, was at the end of the visit, you have the choice of going through a Black Hole or a Stargate. The Black Hole is a nice serene walkway with lots of stars. The Stargate has Alien monsters in it, and I’m talking like the Aliens from Alien. I took Ethan, the six year old, through the Stargate. Big mistake, as when the Alien flashes at you from the pitch darkness he screamed the high pitched Ned Flander’s scream, and I had to quickly drag him out into the lights of the Arrival’s Lounge to calm him down. Nice way to scar a child for life. Hopefully, there will be no nightmares tonight.
Ciao for Now, Angry Space Dad.
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