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Dexter Themed Room:
Click on the image above for a complete tour. The level of detail is astonishing - I’ll put my favourite item in the next post.
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That’s pretty cool. My personal favorite is the “dismembered” flatware:
water slide
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Look closely, at the second person in line — they’re sitting up.
Or maybe — someone sent a headless, torso-less, bloodless body down the slide for a spin.
I have been watching A LOT of Dexter lately & it’s colored the way I see things. I hear those violins from the show in my dreams.
“Lex Luthor, but he steals cake.”
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(Un)related: In researching Les “Robots Music,” I came across this — The Great Pianola War of 1898, a battle between concert pianist Mark Hambourg & “the future Mrs. Ziegfeld,” comedienne Anna Held. Hambourg detailed it in his autobiography:
“One of my fellow guests in the Hotel Martin, was Anna Held, the musical comedy actress, reputed to have the finest bare back in the world. She complained to the manager that I started practising too early in the morning, and disturbed her slumbers. As her habit was to stay up all night giving parties and dancing in her apartment which certainly disturbed me, I was indignant at her daring to complain of my noise. But the creature hired a pianola and made it play exactly the same pieces of music that I was working at, and with devilish ingenuity she would put on this wretched instrument whenever I started to practice.
“This nearly drove me distracted, and I was perforce obliged to stop playing. Eventually, however, through the good offices of Mr. Martin, we made a truce with each other, and I agreed not to start so early and she not to remain so late.”
Compromise! It rarely works in these disputes. You accept the noise, grudgingly. Or you move.
The Pursuit Of Awesomeness Ice Cream Sandwich
Vanilla ice cream with raspberries and blueberries between two chocolate brownies.
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yes, you CAN have a pony, c. late 60s, early 70s
I loved my stuffed pony.
I’m having a hard time imagining my mom picking out that lamp. I might be misremembering this, but I’m pretty sure a mock-up of the Declaration of Independence was printed just below the eagle there. (If it wasn’t, it should have been.)
Happy 4th!
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