All Things Dead
Dec. 21st, 2005 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityofoneMy 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, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
trinityofone! Sorry. I'm just, well...freaked out? Yes, I think I mentioned that.
Anyway, good things: yesterday I got to seesiriaeve, 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 promisedsiriaeve 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?
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?
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:07 pm (UTC)Ahhhh! He has plumage!
You are bad in the sense that you ROCK. Have you noticed that your icons have taken over a fair share of my 100 slots?
Dryads! Oh, Stephen.
Oh, Stephen indeed. Why is Diana not dying to sex you?
And hurrah for doubletakes! Hee.
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:14 pm (UTC)You are bad in the sense that you ROCK.
No, not so much. I am, perhaps, a small pebble. On my good days. Days like today, I make myself a sandwich for lunch, then realise its turkey, and it takes fifteen minutes and a cup of tea to calm me down.
Why is Diana not dying to sex you?
Mystery for the ages! He's a natural historian and a spy and the nineteenth century proto-dork! Why, in the colonial terminology, would she not want to hit that?
Also, re: your latest post. There should so be Rodney/Sam sexin'. Because they are hot together like a madly hot thing that burns and that kiss... and now I need to go rewatch 2.14.
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Date: 2005-12-22 03:59 pm (UTC)STOP MAKING ME LOVE YOU MORE! I can't handle it!
Why, in the colonial terminology, would she not want to hit that?
Dammit. *adores you*
Yeah, I need to watch GUP like, 45 billion more times. Today. And hee! Icon. *g*
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Date: 2005-12-22 04:09 pm (UTC)And now I can't find the disc that I burnt 2.14 to. Woe is me. For I want to cap Rodney being painfully adorable, and then icon it forever and ever. *hunts through shelves*
That, and a picture of John's hair. Possibly with the words "tonsorial endeavours" inscribed thereon.