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Little known fact about me - I love sports jerseys. One of my secret selfish desires is buying one and lounging around the house in its broad shouldered, breathable folds. Problem is I'm not that hardcore of a sports fan and I never felt like enough of a fan of any team or any player to ever justify getting one, and somehow the effort of following a team for a season seemed too much like work. So I resigned myself to admiring jersey designs from afar.

Yeah, I'm a little weird. You all know this.

So this morning I saw this:



Well. Those are a couple teams I know I support. Leaning towards the Ally jersey, a) because I'm not a fan of the Horde design b) Eh. I like the Horde well enough, but at heart, I've been an Alliance girl from day one.

Course, it's not like I've even been playing lately. Hell, I still have paperwork I gotta fork over to Blizz to prove I wasn't gold farming while not subscribed. :P Stupid account hackers.

In other WANT news, htl_1126 sent me this this morning:



Wellp, I had no reason to go to Portugal until now. Seriously, I'd go just to spend an hour goggling at this bookstore. Yes, it's a bookstore. Gifuh.


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Somewhere in me is an extended essay about Livejournal, why I still post, and why I'm one of those who will be going down with this particular ship, but I can't write it right the fuck now. But since I know people have been asking, Dreamwidth does allow you to import your entire journals over (I may have invite codes, though I never use any of the accounts I have over there - username parking being what it is.) Also I personally use and love LJArchive to back up my journals periodically, and since it allows you to index and search your entries/comments, I occasionally use it for that as well. But back to the main point, considering I just realized as of tomorrow I will have been on LJ under various usernames for for eight years, maybe that's an entry for then.

While doing some quick internet research to feed a cranky plotbunny, I ran across this.



Coolest. Play structure. Evar.

ETA: actually since I'm feeding the bunnies, what was your favorite playground as a kid? Was it wood, metal or plastic? some combination of both? What was your favorite playground equipment? was there any you were scared of? played on/with in a not necessarily authorized fashion?

( my own tl;dr romp through nostalgia )

So in other "I want to go to there" news:



Yeah, lets talk about how this building is TWICE AS TALL AS THE EMPIRE STATE. And Dubai seems like a really neat city provided you don't bring any prescription drugs with you or kiss anyone publicly.

Pretty much, if it involves very tall/pretty things or trains I'm so there.

Since I made the tag and I unexpectedly have a little time to kill this morning owing to car trouble, lets talk about some droolworthy places I want to see someday. Or at least, one collection of places.



...That's a subway station. GFNUGWADS.

So I finally offloaded the pictures from the Hatemonger, which is doing nothing for my desire to spend the remainder of my life in the Rose Reading Room, cause GOOD GODDAMN.



Just... jesus christ, guh.

( lookit this sweet ass motherfucking library omg. )

The rest of the album is mostly just subway nerdage, but feel free to check it out if you like.

Spent the last fifteen or so minutes watching a bunch of this guy's programmed Halloween light shows.



Right, when I win the lottery? I'm totally blowing about two grand on a sweet sweet Light-O-Rama setup and a cubic fuckton of lights. I shit you not, it's been a personal dream of mine to blow the Griswold's house out of the water one Christmas in blinding insanity, but now I can make said blinding insanity DANCE TO THE MUSIC.

Dear 222 Elm St,

Oh, baby, how is it you are still on the market after two and a half years? You are large, beautiful, historic and $400K cheaper than your original asking price. I realize it's a nasty market, but I am surprised that you're still out there. I would have thought that at least some horrible person with no appreciation for your multitudinous charms would have snapped you up and unceremoniously gutted and restructured you into ghastly condos by now, like every other nearby house that once had your stature and magnificence. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy you haven't been. But I'm also saddened to know that no one's done the equivalent of fall madly in love with you and sweep you off to a wonderful happy life... or whatever passes for such if you're real estate. Believe me, I'd have you in a heartbeat if money were no object. I can just see the fabulous salons and soirées I'd throw deep within your cavernous Victorian era rooms. But one thing I wasn't gifted with in this lifetime is insane wealth, nor the power to generate anything like it. Ah, if only I had been, I'd willingly spend a lifetime curled in the embrace of your delicious curved window seats contemplating the comings and goings of Elm Street from your graceful apertures.

Some small part of my mind would love to think that maybe you're waiting... waiting to find the special person or people that will walk through your fiendishly elegant double doors and be enveloped by you, that you will do everything but whisper "Welcome Home" in their ears. An even smaller part of my brain that likes to believe in utterly impossible things entertains the fancy that just maybe the person you are waiting for is me. Who knows, maybe if I'd gotten my shit together and dared to dream and do a little harder when I first noticed you were available... but playing what if never got anyone anywhere, did it?

I do hope someday soon you'll find those perfect people to fill your rooms with joy and sorrow and purpose and just plain old life again. And I will always love you from afar, for you are a bloody fantastic grande dame of a house and if I gotta have one pipe dream (one that I'll publicly admit to anyway) I'm glad its you.

Love always,

Me

extrajoker and inle_rah have both posted their pictures, so I can write up Sunday now!

So sneaky random Andee fact? I love museums. It doesn't matter what sort of museum it is, the prospect of going to one makes my inner six year old do her best impression of a severely hyper dog upon hearing the word "walk." Granted it's extra super duper fun if it's a science museum (hands on sorts of things for the win), or a museum of something or other I find interesting (The American Museum of the Moving Image is like my personal Mecca - someday I will go), and I get super crazy about natural history museums (AMNH in New York of course being the alpha and omega of that sort of thing for me) because Dinosaur. Skeletons. Are. Fucking. Awesome. I like the ones that just have paintings and sculpture and odd things consisting of a single gear caught in a net of string too. Even little topical exhibits of things like the history of... I don't know, farm equipment, I find really neat and interesting. Blah blah blah. Long story short, me, museums, we get along.

Perhaps not so oddly when I think about it, I had never been to the Springfield Quadrangle before. It's not so oddly because, well, there was the whole not driving thing up until last year, but also, it's Springfield, which in some ways is kinda the armpit of Western MA. That said, there are some really neat/interesting things in that city if you're adventurous enough to find them, like the Quadrangle, CityStage/Symphony Hall, the Memorial Bridge, the basketball hall of fame, the Forest Park Zoo, downtown... yeah. Its just most people don't really bother with finding them. Believe me, I get it - I grew up in Brooklyn in the 80s, no one wanted to go there either, even though there's some seriously neat stuff there. (Still can't quite cope with the idea that Brooklyn is like... hip now. WTF.)

Anyway. Point being, I'd never been there before Sunday. The main thing that lured the three of us there this weekend was The Art of the Brick exhibit. I am a lapsed devotee of the Church of LEGO, so when extrajoker told me about it I was all OMG OMG OMG YES LETS GO.

( I was not disappointed. )

extrajoker's pictures: http://extrajoker.shutterfly.com/1743
inle_rah's pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/inle_rah/sets/72157624590170280/

Like I said, me forgetting my camera = you actually get to see me in some pictures for a change.

hattip from horizonchaser: http://marjorielewis.homesandland.com/Listing.cfm?MagId=ANY&ListingId=14778796

Or for the linkphobes:



I WANT TO BE NEXT TO EEEEET. Also the inside of the house is just as sponsored by a 128 box of crayola crayons as the outside.


Day 05. A song that reminds you of someone



Ludo's "Love Me Dead." The person of whom this reminds me would be singing it TO/ABOUT me, I think.


Not much going in real life news, other than three days of painful Crohn's-related body hatred. I always forget the first week or so of going back ON my meds suck harder than a thousand fiery suns. Probably going to be read the riot act by my GI later on today for allowing the break to happen, but shit happens. Er, no pun intended. Boobyhaven's cable's still out, much to my irritation, but past due is past due. Also Saturday's Who with Vincent Van Gogh made me sniffle hardcore, or would have if I wasn't freakish about bawling at movies/TV shows when watching with company. Probably a good thing as the last thing I want to be is a blubbery mess.


Life continues apace, I suppose.

( Cut for gigantic fap-worthy bit of architecture/book porn )

Next time I'm in NYC, me and the Hatemonger are totally going here. I can't believe I forgot about the place the entire time I was back there last year!

If I were a rich girl... lala lala lala lala lala lala lala laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Also a bit of a PSA... I might go into a bit of lockdown mode for the next few days. I have a to-do list a mile and a half long and the usual not enough time to do it in, so if I get quiet and unsociable and offline it's because I'm doing my best to take care of business and quite possibly failing miserably. Think finals week, only IRL. We'll see where I am by Monday, but yeah I think at least for this week, if the question is "Can Andee come out to play" the answer is no. :(