The Gift Shop of Oz

The OZ Museum was...disappointing. Sure, there was lots of Oz memorabilia, but it all seemed fake. Like Las Vegas fake. I paid $7 to get in and wandered around the museum until it closed at 5 P.M. I couldn't find anything. Finally, I went to their gift shop and looked around there. The gift shop was manned by a painfully cheery-looking woman whose name-tag declared her as "Gladys." I bought a pair of sunglasses just so I wouldn't look out of place. "Gladys" bagged them and told me to have a great day.

On my way out, I looked in the bag and saw that not only was there the sunglasses, but there was also a USB drive. I looked back to see "Gladys" cheerfully wave at me.

On the USB drive, there was only one video file:




There's only one problem with the video: I can't see a clue anywhere.

Fuck.

The Road to Kansas

So my next stop is Wamego, Kansas, the home of the Oz Museum. Yay.

I've been driving since I found that out. Per Google Maps, entire driving time is sixteen hours -- it's 917 miles to Wamego, Kansas. I don't think I can drive sixteen hours straight -- I'll have to split that into two days of driving eight hours.

I remember watching The Wizard of Oz on TV when I was young and reading the book. The book was better, but it was scarier. The way the Tin Woodman became the Tin Woodman always freaked me out -- just look it up and see for yourself.