Whimsy? Give me a break. Sticking a Georgian entryway with Gothic filigree on a Brutalist blockhouse isn't some in-joke among architects. It's just bad taste. Don't make me laugh. Really, don't.

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Wow. Contraversy abound.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

Is that supposed to be English?

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No, I was speaking retard so's youse could unnastand.

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All I can say is someone, anyone (Robert Venturi, I´m looking at YOU) please bring back structures that relate to human proportions.

Vast monolithic spaces fill me with the urge to defecate.

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Ham-fisted ham fisting.

Don't let the Bauhaus get you down...

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I also hated the Dessau Bauhaus school for years for all of the loathesome little concrete bunkers that they gave genesis to with their "new style" meanderings, but then I actually went back and looked into it, a bit. There was some beautiful stuff that came out of there. And a lot of dreck. Just like Epic Records. The fact that they should have been shot for trying to make anything over 12 storeys high is another matter

The problem wasn't this pack of mavericks sitting about in Dessau, Germany - trying to marry the age of the machine to the architectural environment that it was changing - it's the fault of cocksmoking, weenie-assed contractors and hack architects who figured out that you could knock up septic tank with a pole barn roof on top; so long as you put a few windows in it, hung some aluminum siding on it, and glued a few Georgian or Italianate finials to the porch.

That, and the poeple who bought it.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Oh, I think you're giving Postmodernists too much credit by associating them with mere brutalism and cheapness. Sure, your run-of-the-mill high-rise Postmodern condo is made of poster board and Elmer's glue, and slapped together by men whom you would literally shoot if you saw them near your daughter, but I am talking about the Big Important Projects you see in magazines. These architects know what they are doing, and they like confusing you. "OMG, that stairway was so disorienting, I threw up." That's what they call "whimsy." Architecture to them is a way of stabbing you in the eyes without using a knife, and then brutalizing whatever senses you have left. Oh God how I hate them.

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I'm not exactly sure where the trend started of assaulting your eyes and your senses with architecture, but I don't get it. Is it supposed to shock you into some state of zen where your perception zeroes out and you can then appreciate the architecture's purpose?

Because it seems to be that a bunch of pansy, parental-funded, laissez-faire architects and a gaggle of hairy contractors "with feelings" are getting together, drinking concrete and sand, eating cases of Barnes & Noble art deco books, and taking a shit on some prime property.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Good points, all around.

But God did give us Frank Lloyd Wright. He wanted you to walk from your garden to your living room without missing a beat.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

THEN THEY COMPLAIN BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T LIKE LIGHTS SHINING DIRECTLY IN THEIR EYES AS THEY DESCEND A STAIRCASE

OMFG THEY HAVE TO DIE

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I don't like light shining in my eyes when I am trying to hide in the shadows, you know? It's just not possible to rape anyone in these newfangled buildings anymore.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

Haven't you played Splinter Cell before? Just shoot the lights out with you pistol.

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Poop.

All your light fixture are belong to me.

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