September 8th, 2010

Steph bouncy


I love old stuff, and new stuff made to look old. I've been fascinated by modern touch-tone versions of antique-looking phones, and other similar things, since I was a kid (an aunt had one that was wood and mounted on the wall). And now I have one!

I was at Goodwill, shopping for a jacket, when I spotted two of these new-old touch-tone phones: one was the wooden kind that mounts on the wall, with old-fashioned looking handset. It was $20. But the cord was frayed. The other one was a different matter: it's black, and is the kind where the earpiece is seperate from the microphone. It, too, was $20. I tried hard to resist the temptation, since I don't have a land line yet, but I may someday, and it was too awesome to resist. I was able to find a place to test it, and it works. Had an entire call on that phone and the other person was none the wiser. The only thing *I* noticed about it was that when I was picking it up to get the microphone to my mouth, the bracket that holds the ear piece to hang up the phone rattled, and I could hear the rattle on the line before the guy picked up on his end.


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If I ever become a millionaire, I want to fill my house with similar faux antiques, like CD players (or better yet, MP3 players) that look like old radios or like one of those phonograph machines with the big horn, and other such nifty things.
Steph angry

Writer's Block: School daze

Do you have negative or positive associations with the beginning of the school year?
Negative. Even though I seem to have blocked out all memory of Beaver City, Nebraska, I do know that my first week of kindergarten did not go well. I don't remember if it was the first day or what, but some time in the first week of kindergarten, I had my first run-in with a bully. He took away Patch Cat (a stuffed cat toy who looks like he's made from patches) and in the struggle to get him back, his tail tore off. I cried all the way home. Mom was able to put his tail back on, so he healed. I didn't. By that point, I was already disinterested in other kids. That incident turned disinterest into dislike, and apathy into avoidance, beginning my self-imposed exile into fantasy land. Though I did have at least three friends later in Shenandoah, so it didn't completely turn me off of other people. But it is perhaps telling that one of those friends was a girl, another was a gay boy, and the other boy may well have been gay, too, considering I was "playing naked"* with him before Justin R. and I started having sex.

* The game of "playing naked" involves getting naked and giggling a lot. Nothing more than that. Can be played alone or with a partner.
Little Girl in rain By lj user never_end

Your Eden

A friend of mine, [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith made a post wherein she asks about people's idea of Eden. My response:

I think I've already described my dream reality to you (but if not, let me know and I will), so I'll describe a more realistic dream:

Moderately sized Victorian house, 4 bedrooms. One would be my bedroom, another would be a guest bedroom. The other two, directly connected by a door, would be the library and my writing den/computer area, respectively. The library would also have a chair for reading in.

I would have several phones in the house. At least one would be the black one I got today which looks like an antique but is a touch-tone phone. Another would be a wooden wall-mounted phone. I'd have other old-fashioned looking phones, too. I'd also have a CD/MP3 stereo that looks like an old-fashioned tall radio from the 20's or 30's. My furniture would also be faux-antique (I'd be too afraid of ruining real antiques) and the living room would have a big fluffy faux-antique ottoman. My den would have a big fancy roll-top desk with room for my computer.

And my computer would be steampunk'd! I'd have a keyboard made with old typewriter keys (or something that looks like such), a wooden case with brass trimmings, the monitor and a scanner similarly steampunk'd.

I'd also have a closet full of Victorian-esque dresses (but Gothified), and lots of awesome hats like top-hats and so on. Yes, I know women didn't wear top hats back then, but I don't care; I'm a gender bender.

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