OK, now Sophia's link has made me wonder just what the urban explorers found protected by booby-traps in the Rochester Crazy Warehouse.

Problem is, so does the Batman.

Like that's gonna stop the Joker. I think I've also seen him holed up at abandoned novelty factories and closed comedy clubs.

But c'mon! He really needs an abandoned amusement park. Sure he's easy to find, but the backdrops...

Late to the conversation, but wanted to agree wholeheartedly with this:

Dress codes are so expensive for women.

I get caught constantly in the cycle of buying new clothes to replace the ones that no longer fit or are starting to look ratty, realizing I can only afford cheap clothes which don't last very long, and then having to replace them again a year later. I wish I could have the confidence to wear more of a uniform to school, but I don't. I do feel the pressure to dress nicely and to wear a variety of outfits, especially given that all of the students are actually IN uniforms. The teachers' clothes stand out a lot more when all the students are wearing the same thing. Also, working in LA in a rich neighborhood doesn't help.

Why yes, this is a cause of enormous stress for me. Sorry to rant.

I love that we're suddenly on about creepy places in both Natter and Bitches. Us = strange. But not off-putting.

lisah, we ('we' being me and my fellow web coworkers) call it the wrapper.

mmm wrapper! (I went to an summer roll place)

That's good to know, polgara. Thanks!

the Chicago Tribune today has an article on some tunnels under the Green Mill.

That's actually from late June. Cool article. One of these days I hafta' go to the Green Mill - it's only a few blocks from me.

Gangster tunnels under bars rock!

OK, now Sophia's link has made me wonder just what the urban explorers found protected by booby-traps in the Rochester Crazy Warehouse.

Me too!!!

That's actually from late June.

Ah, I followed the link the wrong way--today's paper had an article on the freight tunnels that link many older buildings in the Loop (and were the cause of the Great Chicago Flood of 1992).

Heh. My old company lost a lot of files in that flood - and gained a great way of avoiding some of the more cracktastic information requests from our higher-ups who had no concept of what it took to compile twenty-year old data from dusty file boxes. "Sorry, can't do it. Flood."

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