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Why do they call it a "building"? It looks like they're finished. Why isn't it a "built"?


I'm not entirely sure what this building is used for, all that I know that it looks too haphazardly arranged for my liking. It’s all jutting edges and there are too many windows where the sun is completely blocked out. Looking at it closely, for some reason my mind slips into a gear that I like to call "New York Taxi Guy” it’s still me, but I feel the need to express myself through an imagined character
"You wanna know what I think? Lemme tell ya what I think. I think that they should knock it down and build a great big waterslide. Yeah, a waterslide, that's right. A really curly wurly one that goes on and on and on. With a theme. Maybe convicts. Yeah, convicts, that’s the ticket. They wanna tap into that whole Van Diemen’s Land convict vibe.

But it’ll never happen. Nuthin’ ever happens in this goddamn place. The problem with this town and these goddamn people is that they just don't dream big enough. No sense of the possibilities. And it’s a goddamn shame, that’s for sure."
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Nathalie H.D. said…
:-)

You made my day, both with the photo and the commentary !
LOL
24 September 2008 at 17:04
Z said…
Those shaded windows do seem a bit of a problem, but the juts and what-not actually help to relieve the monotony IMO.
24 September 2008 at 18:01
Shrinky said…
Why don't they build buildings with twirlie bits anymore? All the detail seems sacrificed, functional boxes are the order of the day. Granted, the Victorians paid craftsmen tuppence an hour, and it's (probably) a good thing we don't stick kids up chimneys anymore - but they sure as hell knew how to put a dwelling together, didn't they?
24 September 2008 at 18:28
Priyanka Khot said…
I liked your NYC taxi driver imitation.... so glad that you were able to use 'goddamn' so many times as u had wished to recently. :-)
24 September 2008 at 18:55
Stevenson Q said…
your title made a very big sence to me! To be honest, i never even thought of that before! jajajajajajajajajajaja
24 September 2008 at 22:21
Debbie Courson Smith said…
More like the NY tour bus guy...we met you in NYC earlier this year, nice to see you again!
24 September 2008 at 23:19
Anonymous said…
For me, it looks like a hospital. the windows are not barred so it cannot be a prison ;-))
24 September 2008 at 23:21
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, well I am just glad that some good has come of it!

Z, you could be right. The front of this one is actually quite an impressive art deco thing, so I’m not sure how this fits in. Maybe it was added later.

Shrinky, it was all downhill once women got the vote! ;)
25 September 2008 at 14:28
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, it’s always nice to achieve a goal. Perhaps I can hang around tonight and get a crepuscular angle. :)

Steven, Mr Seinfeld deserves the credit. I am happy to snare some rub anyway...

Boise Diva, I’m glad to hear my imagination is rooted in reality!

April, I had a look this morning, and it is actually the back of the Hydro Electric Commission building, but I think there are a few different offices in their now. It does look like a hospital though.
25 September 2008 at 14:33
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