All Things Dead

[trinityofone]

My parents are coming tomorrow, and I sense I'm close to being pretty really extremely freaked out. I want to see them, but I know it's going to be weird, and then in a week they'll leave, and I'll have to go through the adjustment period all over again. Yes, I know: way to look on the bright side, trinityofone! Sorry. I'm just, well...freaked out? Yes, I think I mentioned that.

Anyway, good things: yesterday I got to see siriaeve, who I would like to inform you is more exciting than doing laundry. (I know. I just did mine.) Actually, she's a blast AND she lent me the first eight seasons of SG-1, which was pretty much the best unofficial Christmas present ever. So I may actually catch up with that half of the canon eventually. You know, if I never do homework or leave my room again.

She also took me to Dublin's Natural History Museum, which is officially the coolest museum I have ever been to, ever ever ever. Better than New York's Museum of Natural History, which I adore; better than the George C. Page Museum at the La Brea Tar Pits, which will always maintain a special place in my heart for still having the same video presentation I remember from, like, 1988. But this place... Let's just say that you really got a sense that this was what the monkeys in Planet of the Apes got their inspiration for their Human Museum from. I think it's sometimes referred to as the Dead Zoo--every kind of creature you could imagine, and some you couldn't, stuffed and mounted, pinned and wriggling on the wall. It was incredibly creepy and so, so awesome.

Words can't really do it justice, but you're not allowed to take pictures, and besides, my camera was broken. So here are some images I gleaned from the web:


Dude, just when you think you can't see any more dead animals, there are more dead animals. Did I mention that this place was awesome?


Birds, they will fly no more. You would feel bad, except it's all so weird and Victorian that you kind of don't.


Aww, this could be painted on a teacup! Except it's, you know, DEAD ANIMALS.


I'm kind of scared of people who go around taking tourist shots with a stuffed animal they call Mr. Monkey, and yet I feel a strange affinity with them, too. What's that about?

siriaeve and I kept giggling about Stephen Maturin was probably gaga over this place, and hey, if Stephen likes it, you know it's gotta be cool. So if you're ever in Dublin, this is now my official recommendation for the No. 1 thing you should go see. St. Stephen's Green? Pish. Dublin Castle? It's mostly rebuilt anyway. Trinity College? Whatevers. GO TO THE DEAD ZOO. Yes.

Speaking of dead things: plainsong_x, I finally finished Exquisite Corpse while I was doing my laundry this afternoon. I have no real coherent thoughts, but I would like to point out that I ate a burrito whilst reading it. *perverse pride*

And because I promised siriaeve that I would post it:

I Touch Myself - Scala

It's a Belgian girls' choir singing The Divinyls' "I Touch Myself." Yes, you read that correctly.

Oh, and whoever guesses what my subject line is from wins...well, my eternal respect? That should be worth something, right? No?

Comments

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

I apologise for sounding like an idiot, but why exactly are you freaked out?

I'm imagining the Dead Zoo at night; dimly lit, oppressive atmosphere, all the dead animals staring at you with their dead cold eyes. Eeep.

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[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I'm imagining the Dead Zoo at night; dimly lit, oppressive atmosphere, all the dead animals staring at you with their dead cold eyes.

Well, if I wasn't freaked out before, I would be now. =P

To be honest? It's just the usual fear of disappointing my parental units--I think that they had really high expectations for my coming here, and the fact that I'm not going to be able to take them around on the World's Best Tour of Dublin while hanging on the arm of my Hot Irish Boyfriend...well, I'm worried that they're going to shake their heads and sigh: "Oh, Trinity." Except, you know, with my actual name.

Probably they will actually just be happy to see me, but...family, man. It's tough.

Iwillnotdownloadthemp3Iwillnotdownloadthemp3Iwillnotdownloadthemp3

OMG yes you so will! Go on: succumb! *eg*

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

Hee! My ears aren't bleeding. It's...better than the original version, actually.

It's just the usual fear of disappointing my parental units
Ah, yes. I get that. *hugs*