I'm writing a song about this. It goes, "You towered * Like a big crane * Romantic in its own service." This is South St. Louis. Isn't it beautiful? Some people would say no. But I say yes.

See? Beautiful. I know what I am talking about. Also in South St. Louis. My brother said that he'd like to live near tall buildings. I want a 2-story house with 3 or 4 bedrooms, and 2½ bathrooms.

I felt the need to take a picture of this because we were at a red light, and the people were in place and it turned out good. No one can see the people, but I like the picture.

There's this exhibit at the art museum with a floor sensitive to people's feet stepping on it, and there's a picture thing in the middle of the floor about 4' x 6', and it "splashed."

The "splashes" show up on a green and brown and blue background, sort of marshy looking, and we were all stomping on it and stuff, and it was really fun. That's my foot in this pic.

It was computer generated, and there was no real water. Just a picture that had the effect of if you were actually stepping in water. Here are my feet dancing on the screen.

Someone held their hands out just as I was taking this picture. Later on, the guard lady for that exhibit screeched, "You don't have to dance on it, just walk!" It's meant to be interactive, moron.

Here's my brother (eyes censored for witness protection, ha ha, "better safe than never slash stupid") pretending to be Mickey Mouse.

Strobe lights and mirrors and water. I love it. Someone has a really cool, really twisted mind. I wish they were my best friend because then they could redecorate my room!

I took this pic in the mirror of the strobe light slash mirror slash water fountain room of the people watching. They were looking particularly stupid at the time. I only got their legs anyway.

My brother walking in the pipe room. It was a room with green painted walls (the color I want my walls to be) and white pipes screwed to the floor in a rectangular fashion. There were sounds of lawnmowers and crickets in the background.

A young gay couple holding pinky fingers as they walked across the pipes. After these two left, one of the guards said to us, "You may walked around the pipes, not over them. Too many people trip and fall." We had walked through them before! (We went through twice.) I am really having trouble with these stupid guards!

This was mounted on a wall in the stairs next to the Victorian furniture collection. I thought it said something snazzier, but we were in a hurry to see the Surrealist paintings, so I just snapped a pic and thought no more of it (or anything much else either.)

My favorite room. Walls painted barn-red. No, crimson-red. And then there was this projection onto the wall, and it was really sooo cool. You could have it projected onto you, and you blended in. No trouble with guards here.

Nylon silky spandex stuff suspended from the ceiling like mighty legs of panty hose, and weighted down at the bottom with powdered spices. The room smelled really good. The "legs" were cool to touch. Stretchy and neato.

The tops of these legs of panty hose were sewn to another layer of nylon silky spandex stuff which was stretched from wall to wall. Awesome! (The room smelled of powdered oranges and ginger and cinnamon.)

The bottom of each leg looked like this. This one was filled with ginger, I think. That's the brown stuff. Some were orange, some reddish, some yellow. Quite beautiful, but they reminded me of (ick) entrails or udders.

The first step of Wonderland (the name of this exhibit.) There was one door, but many paths. All but one concluded with a dead end. That one door led to the red room, and then the swampy place, and then the green w/ pipes.. and so on.