Since I've rock and rolled. Or written on this blog. So what have I been up to? Well, I am back in school, which is my favorite place to be. If I could be a professional student when I grow up, that would be my profession. Go Mean Green!
August is my birthday month, so in addition to attending Rare Book School at UCLA for a week, I got to take a little side trip to the Museum of Death located on Hollywood Blvd.
There it is. It looked different at night. Ooooh spooky skeleton!
What can I say about this odd little place? After taking a class about displaying rare books and ephemera, I would have to say that the Museum of Death needs to work on their exhibition skills. Their display is a hot (not to mention disgusting) mess. Yes, this museum is all about death, but only sensationalized, serial-killer type death. I felt guilty bringing my friend along for the trip. I also felt dirty just being there--physically and mentally. Yuck is all I have to say.
But, on my way back to the parking lot, I spied Vincent Price's star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Yeah, I know. It's a bad photo and you can't read his name. But there I am with my old lady glasses.
I have a sneaking suspicion that people no longer read this blog, but if you do, let's talk. I would like to restart my Monday Mourning posts. Everyone has a story. What's yours?
I will leave you with a song that was much better than the Museum of Death.
Enjoy.