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[apocalypsos]

I went to the American History Museum today, which I couldn't remember ever going to. Well, until I got to the escalators and remembered my friends getting lost on them in eighth grade. 'Cause, you know, we were all weird like that.

So, anyway. The American History Museum, which is so My Type of Thing. The September 11th stuff is right there when you walk in, which fulfilled my sick-fuck quota for the day, and then I went to the First Ladies display and completely confirmed that for sartorial reasons, I was born in the entirely wrong decade. Dude, I want Mary Todd Lincoln's dress with the little purple flowers, like, yesterday. And I'm not even going to mention the dresses from the Roaring Twenties. *pets costumes*

Ooo, and if the dress was any indication, Martha Washington was smaller than me. And I'm not talking by a few inches ... I'm talking like they could have modeled that dress on a Barbie doll and the plastic blond wench would beg for a corset. I mean, I knew people were small back then, but I didn't know they came in convenient pocket sizes for easy travel. I think I shall develop a time-travel machine just to go back three hundred years and dangle things over people's heads. Oh, yes. *happy sighs*

And being me, I practically fell over people to see the pop culture stuff. The best was when I was looking at the kids' television stuff (Mr. Rogers's sweater! Howdy Doody! Oscar the Grouch!) and this guy walked up with his one-year-old. Thereby followed this exchange ...

Father: "Look, it's stuff from your favorite shows!"
(Little boy spots Oscar, points, and in the sweetest voice imaginable)
Boy: "Monster!"
(Little boy sees me standing next to him, points again)
Boy: "Monster!"

Aaaaaaand then I died from Overwhelming Cuteness. You'd think I was immune after continuous daily doses, but you'd be wrong.

Oh, and I'd just like it stated for the record that I want Saint-Saens' "Danse Macabre" played at my wake. Preferably while someone tugs strings that make my arms move and scare the hell out of my family.

Then again, if my family knows anything about me, they'll not only expect that, they'll bring popcorn and interactive props like for Rocky Horror.

Also, glowing pet fish?! ... the hell? Why make pet fish glow in the dark? So that when they run away from home, you can find them again? *mind boggles, and promptly kicks Superhuman Secret Agent's mind best out of three*

EDIT: The Pairing List That Ate Fandom has been updated with more dibs and links to stories by mayatawi and wal_lace. May God have mercy on their souls. ;) (No, seriously, they're good. Go. Read. Enjoy.)

Comments

[azurelunatic]

The mental image of Barbie in a corset makes me boggle.

[cmstephens.livejournal.com]

Back when I was still in Hawaii, researchers at the University of Hawaii made front-page news by combining some of the genetic traits of jellyfish with those of mice, thus creating glowing mice...

[akacat]

They glowed green, didn't they? I remember seeing that on the news.

[akacat]

(Little boy sees me standing next to him, points again)
Boy: "Monster!"

rotflmao

[myniamh.livejournal.com]

Why make pet fish glow in the dark?
So you'd save electricity not using a night light?
So you can see down past the shadow in a toilet?