last week we had to go to Anniston to price out a paint job. we decided to make a day of it and go to the Berman World History Museum (or Berman Museum of World History, i don’t know what they call it). if i had to descibe the Berman Museum in one word it would be: guns.
they had things other than guns as well. museum-y things like:
suits of armor. i thought the middle one looked like he had to wazz.
no museum must be without a life-size diorama of some sort. i think it’s in the bylaws of museumship.
also at the Berman there were quite a lot of Remingtons. i’d say a dozen or more. i’m not sure if they’re part of the permanent collection or on loan.
they had some Napoleon stuff and quite a bit of Mussolini stuff. they had a kit of combs and brushes and other hair setting stuff that supposedly belonged to Napoleon. they had Ns on them anyway.
more guns!
they had lots of little figures/statues from all over and about all over.
remember how John Surratt, Lincoln assassin co-conspirator, escaped to Canada and across the Atlantic and made it into Vatican City and joined the Papal Zouaves there? and remember how, you’d think that back in the 1860s that would be a great way to escape because who and how in the hell would they ever find you? but that they did catch him? and then he escaped again, this time to Egypt. but remember how they caught him again? and then, remember how he was tried, but kind of got away with it all even though HIS MOTHER HAD BEEN HANGED FOR THE SAME CRIME?
OH SURE, ACT LIKE I’M THE ONLY ONE.
what?
oh yeah?! WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD READ A BOOK ONCE IN A WHILE.
the museum had lots of WWI&II displays. and i especially liked to see all the medals from the different countries.
yes, there was a dead wasp in the display case. i can’t tell you the glee i felt when i saw it, knowing i’d get to pull the thorax gag again. (heh. thorax gag.) (READ A BOOK)
there was a whole section of Asian jade, statues, and glassware. but the lighting was really dark, and most of my pictures came out a bit blurry.
Tags: Adventure Club, Berman Museum, popsicle
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Notable reactions, in order:
1. Pepperboxes are cool. They should make them now. Not a lot of point in it, but it’d be cool, anyway.
2. Okay, someone really wasn’t thinking through that knuckleduster gun. So in order to punch someone, you have to point both the mini-bayonet and the gun at your wrist/body? Okay, one would hope that the gun would be empty by the time you get around to wanting to use the knucks, but still.
3. I love that the shortest set of armor is the one making the most of the unconscious phallic association. Could he be overcompensating for something? Inquiring psychoanalysts want to know!
4. AAAAHHH! GHOST IN THE MIRROR! GHOST IN THE MIRROR! Oh. Hi, Jaimie.
5. Whoa, check out the thorax on her! She’s kinda sexy for a chick with four arms. Or maybe that’s a bonus. RULE 34!
6. Wow, Babe the Blue Ox sure got around.
heh. she only has one boob. that statute was half man, half boob and all arms.
i did not know about Rule 34 (i know, READ A BOOK). how did i miss out on that? well, i guess i knew about it… i just didn’t know it had a name. Thank you, CZ (and Internet).
and yes, dad and i talked about the gun-knife-knucks. it seemed like a great way to stab yourself in a fight. “ha! have at you! ow! wait! time out…”
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Serves me right for not clicking to the full sized image. I just assumed the apparent boobular imbalance was a perspective thing. Left side is still kinda sexy, I guess? Egad, I need to get out more.
Me, I’d probably be happier if I didn’t know about Rule 34. Someday soon, you’ll be walking along, minding your own business. Suddenly, you’ll notice something- something that was apparently innocuous yesterday- and realize “Holy crap. There’s porn about that somewhere on the internet.” Then comes the inevitable, unavoidable imagining of said porn, followed by the screaming and the crying and the clawing of the eyes.
Umm… Sorry?
gun museums are ok. the problem is they usually frown on fondling of the weapons, which is a bummer.