Just got back from the National Museum of Scotland.
I’d actually gone just a few days before, but neglected to take pictures because 1. way to busy in there, 2. way to lazy, and 3. No pictures in the mummy exhibit. But I went back to take pics for your benefit. (And anyways, it turns out I’d missed a few things)
It’s like a giant and fantastic pile of cool junk was just dumped all in one place, and loosely organized into a semblance of order.
Museum, let me show you it:
It’s got taxidermy and skeletons up the wazoo.
Heck, they even have Dolly…
on a rotating plinth, with flashing lights.
It’s got scale models of everything from boats to well… other kinds of boats.
Lots of boats. They go on forever.
They’ve got an orgasmic collection of fine dinning implements from the 1700s and 1800s. These things, made by Louis-François Roubilliac were particularly interesting:
I mean, who would even want to eat from these?
Oh hey, remember your first desktop computer? It’s officially a museum piece.
And Macs weren’t the only desktop set-ups they had on display, they had Dell PCs too.
Remember that Ski-Doo-with-sled-attached you used to ride when you were five? (for you Canadian country bumpkins) Well apparently that makes you culturally significant, and Inuit.
I’m not kidding, this was in with the traditional cultural life-style artifacts from North-America. It was the only piece of modern equipment in the room. And that’s not even like, a really, really old model either. I originally thought it to be around 30 years, but my mom says they’re more around 40-45. Either way, I do remember ski-doos (or Yamahas, or whatever other make) similar to this one being in perfectly usable shape when I was a kid. Hardly an ancient and traditional piece of technology.
There was all sorts of creepy stuff in jars, displays on developments in communication, transport, and medicine (thank a Scotsman for you penicillin, and your cool bionic prosthetic). They also had a special mummy display on, but we weren’t permitted to take photographs of these.
They had some legitimately cool stuff at the gift shops (there are 3 in the museum) unlike the Edinburgh Zoo, who’s range and selection of merchandise frankly sucks.
I think I nearly died though when I saw this on the bookshelf:
When I got home and pulled it out of the shopping-bag, I was giggling like a mad art-nerd.
I haven’t had the chance to read much of it, but so far it’s good.
I’ll bet you super jelly.