the miracle of the internet

The other day I was thinking about the bathroom wallpaper in my childhood house.


What? You mean you don't?

Anyway, it's long been ripped down...by me in fact...sometime in the early 90s when I deemed it "hideous," and my mother obliged. She kind of let me dictate the decor then, forced me in fact. The bathroom was remodeled blandly enough to make "Designed to Sell" proud. I'm talking beige on beige on stainless.

But back when we first moved there....I was maybe five or so...it had been the wallpaper that had charmed me. Yes, even at five I had an opinion on wallpaper....and my parents were listening. Amazing.

This new house was so different from the one in which I'd been born, a stark, lower grade, mid century modern white box, plain white walls, no moulding, clerestory windows. Clearly past its prime.


The new house, however, had Williamsburg-ish details....with a very vaguely 1970s Spanish hacienda-ish exterior. Bizarre, but exciting after having been trapped in the not-so-new frontier.

So, the other night, on a whim (jesus, I was bored) I decided to see if I could find the pattern on the Internet....and don't you know it....within a few minutes here it was.
The Internet really is a miracle.

As a kid, I used to stay in there for hours sometimes (shut up), avoiding going to school...savoring the solitude, looking at those birds, giving them names, pairing them up as lovebirds, imagining little lives for them.
Now, thanks to the miracle of the internet I still can!
See those two on the bottom right? They totally hate each other, but they've stopped pecking at each other's eyeballs for a minute, and joined in their hate of the bird just out of the frame, the one who thinks she's all that, with her extra long tail feathers.
That bitch.


Laugh all you want, but it's more rewarding than looking up people on Facebook, right?
This wallpaper probably has more personality than most of my highschool classmates anyway. Hell, I'd rather read its status updates any day over theirs.