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Our House....

All for you. I upload these pictures all for you! Okay, here is my house. Since I took these pictures last week sometime, some things have changed. But I will walk you through.
Okay. When you first walk in this will be the first thing you see. This picture is from standing in the living room looking into the dining room.

This is the living room with my cats lounging around. The black one is Englebert and the orange half cat on the right is Willy.

And into the dining room we go...

This is the bar in the dining room. It rocks.

These are cool lights over the bar in the kitchen.

And the kitchen...

And these are the french doors that lead out into the back porch, which is covered and very nice.

And now let's go down the hallway. Note the curved archway. Niiiice.

Here is the library. Or as I like to call it, liberry. Note the cathedral ceilings. Niiice.

And, in case you are wondering, the guest bathroom across the hall from the liberry.

Here is Joel's room, I mean the game room. Joel pain-stakingly put all the posters up around the room for a "widescreen" look. I think it looks spiffy. He is the one next to the computer. Heh.

Our messy bedroom. The pictures on the floor are actually on the walls now. Amazing.

Here are the cool lights on our bedroom ceiling if you can make it out. Blue, I tell you, blue!!

This is our bathroom with my awesome tub. I love it.

This is my refrigerator closet. I call it that because when you open the door the light comes on and when you close it the light turns off. It's awesome.

Here is the button that does the magic. It is towards the bottom of the hinged side of the door so it is pressed in when the door closes.

So that is our house. I love it.
Later.

Can you tell I am bored at work?

So there was this guy hauling a column of concrete around. I was watching him do this wondering to myself why he decided to haul a huge column of concrete around. Concrete is very heavy, you know. The literary part of me wondered what the symbolism could be. Is he trying to be like Jesus? Is he training for the strong man competition (i doubt it, he was pretty skinny)? How exactly is he hauling this column of concrete around given that this guy probably weighs under 200 lbs? Television shows amazing things. It has to be true. It was on the tele.
Why is someone shouting bad poetry over a perfectly good melody ruining any chance of the song being even remotely good?
SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!
The market for angst is out there, and if you are trying to sell it, please kill yourself now, the world will be a better place. Teens (and most twenty-somethings unfortunately) create enough drama and angst for all of us, then, hopefully at some point before hitting thirty, they realize that there is a whole other world out there other than themselves and the circle they get stoned, get drunk, have sex and hang out in. Only then can they become one with the force. They don't need whiny-ass bands to tell them their life sucks, they know already.
Message to Rob Thomas from Matchbox Twenty: Get another fucking job you no talent ass clown. I caught your solo debut video on FUSE the other day, and you are a thirty-something year old man, not Jutin Timberlake, so get over it. You suck and I don't know how you could have gotten a record deal and there are so many other people who are a 100% more talented than your whiny voice. Go sell wireless plans to people and get it over with. (Can you say "We have the largest roaming coverage in the country"? I knew you could.)
Message to Beck: I also caught your video on FUSE. You are a weird guy, but I like it.
Message to David Bowie: You need to go to my friend Shannon's house. Her bedroom is the first one when you go up the stairs. She'll show you what to do.


This old lady just informed me that the books she checked out are going to interfere with her "man chasing". This lady is probably 75 years old. She really shouldn't be chasing anything.
How is it on a show called "Battlestar Galatica", that takes place in the future, they have no futuristic clothes and no cure for cancer? Come on. The show is called Battlestar Galatica. They had ray guns and no cure for cancer? Intersteller travel and no cure for cancer. Priorities, people. Star Trek had a cure for everything except the Tarellian Flu. The flu wasn't even a natural disease, it was a biological weapon and it fucked everything up, but all those infected died (there were a few alive still floating around space, but they were quarentined and were going to die shortly) so it wasn't around much.
So with death and destruction I close this little entry.
Later.