very belated terminus picspam; squidderifficness; rec; randomness

[bronze_ribbons]

Now that I've finished bleeding words through my forehead my deathmatch with the most recent albatross, I can finally deal with some photos that've been sitting on my hard drive since mid-August(click images to view larger versions). Dodgy quality (they're from my cellphone) but good memories...


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street musician in front of the Art Institute, around midnight


The Punctuation Pixies

More from the Quidditch pitch
I got to specify what I wanted on my jersey...


Cleaned up for my reading


The view from my hotel room


Rudolph Weisenborn's depiction of Wacker Drive. I really like this painting. It's in the Harold Washington branch of the Chicago Public Library.

These next three photos were taken by Valis2, so they're far better:

Me having a word with her squid. At the Leaving Ball. IIRC, this was a bunch of us swaying to some sappy 80s song near the end of the night. I swear I wasn't actually fondling either marginaliana or doll!Voldie, that's just my hand doing sappy-80s-song-dance-gesturing. (Click the Terminus tag to view earlier reports and pics.) Squiddish happiness: I took this photo for valis2, just because: The actual snack product turned out to be a little too spicy for my taste, alas, so no more headband!squid breaks for me. swtalmnd painted a beautiful squid on commission for another fan, and took photos-in-progress. Nifty! The rec: Trubbleclef's A Simple Misunderstanding. Neville/Harry, NC-17, 3187 words, discussion of watersports, Luna being awesome, funny. The randomness (because I have got to stash this somewhere, because I am going to want to look this up again, but heaven knows why): there was an article in the New York Times this morning about people whose relatives' ashes are in Yankee and Shea Stadiums,... which will both be demolished later this year, which -- yeah. Ow. And eek. But then there was this bit, where I really should have set my coffee mug down beforehand: Robin Brass, who scattered her sister’s ashes at Shea in August 2004, attended [the final game at the stadium]. She and her sister, Marilyn, were devoted fans, but Ms. Brass did not feel the need to take home a clump of dirt. "Where I put the ashes is in that little triangle in foul territory where they put those recliners where people sat," said Ms. Brass, an administrative assistant at a Long Island company that maintains medical equipment. "They put recliners on top of my sister. I was annoyed about that. Those people were sitting on my sister. Now she’s going to be in the parking lot. Don’t laugh. I’m going to figure out where she is in that new parking lot, and park on top of her."

Comments

[valis2.insanejournal.com]

hahaha!! Hooray for little adorable octopus!

I still have a little picspam left from Terminus. Actually, from Prophecy as well.

*huggles*

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

And huzzah for the octopus's fabulous human! *clingz*

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

Derr, I'm a dork. I only now realized which crustacean you meant - I meant your squiddicino, of course. (Am way, way, WAY too stupid right now from ongoing sleep deficit.)

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

*spamming you once more because I forgot to include a hug in that second comment* *glomps onto valis2 like a glompety thing*

[valis2.insanejournal.com]

ahahah!! You really know how to make some feel glomped, y'know? *glomps massively in return* You rock, my awesome friend!

*huggles*

[marginaliana.insanejournal.com]

Love those pictures! And yay, 80s dancing! :D

[bronze_ribbons.insanejournal.com]

*shimmies up to ya for some sashayin' and snugglin'*