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Friday, April 27, 2007

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Gary

Welcome back - if you need help with a ceiling fan let me know. I've got 5 of them.

Gary

I like the den idea. I don't really have a den, more like and office where no work gets done. But yes a guy needs his own room. I think a lot of marriages could benefit from that concept.

messiestobjects

Yeah... my Pop-Pop's Den was always my favorite room in my grandparent's house, and it's cool to have a "workspace"... for, you know, wasting time on the internet in.

I may take you up on the ceiling fan thing. My place is actually pretty cool temperature-wise... it's always several degrees cooler than what's going on outside. But as the summer gets hotter, a ceiling fan might be just the thing...

jessica

I want a den too. can girls aquire the coveted man den?

Gary

No - women take over the entire place, therefore a man needs his own room. To get away from the woman.

jessica

Gary...try as you will...youll never escape me. plus i like musty things so ill fit right into the "den scene"

Tim

A hookah and beer sounds awesome.

I wish there was a place in Winnipeg I could go for that. The Lebanese places offer some awesome tea, but no smoke of any kind.

Congrats on getting your new pad.

messiestobjects

A woman's, man den, as you transexually put it, is her sewing room. And her kitchen. And the bedroom with frilly curtains. Which I guess is what Gary was saying. Even if she likes the musty smell, she still makes him put the toilet seat down and take his muddy boots off at the door. You have to have your own space away from all that nonsense, you know?

Thanks Tim! If you're over in PA, gimme a buzz and we'll retire to my Den for some middle eastern tobacco and Yuengling Black & Tan.

Gary

What's a bag hutch?

messiestobjects

See the picture at the top of the post? That's a bag hutch. It is an ingenious device invented as a versatile solution for modern problems; in the case of the bag hutch, it solves the problem of what on earth to do with all those pesky plastic shopping bags that build up under your sink or in the hall closet. It's a box. It sticks to the wall. You stuff your plastic bags in one hole, and pull them out the other as needed. It only costs $9.99. Ain't life grand?

Miss Luongo

Sewing room, bedroom, and kitchen? Hilarious. Solutions for modern living: Home-Ec Woman circa 1954.

I'm just guessing, but a man with a bag hutch probably doesn't want muddy boots tracking through his house.

messiestobjects

Quiet you. I have about 3 to 10 guys from work coming over to discuss business tonight, so git in the kitchen and start on the appetizers.

Sissy

Welcome back, McSmart. Or should I say, home? Congratulations on your place.

I'm a loser homemaker. We have a den but my husband doesn't need it. I live in a three-story, five-bedroom house and not a single window has curtains. I hate them. I loathe fluffy, gathered material. I'm choking just thinking about it.

The rest of my house falls into the same stark manner as the windows; bare walls, naked surfaces. I hate flowers and nick-knacks. I can't stand pictures of flowers...unless I've taken the photo. Then flowers can be cool. I'm a slacker when it comes to "doing up the house." No one around here seems to mind. I think I might paint my walls this summer. Maybe.

Having said that, don't be so quick to generalize what a female touch does to a house. And, Julie, are those appetizers ready yet?

Sissy

I just thought of something funny about interior decorating. When I was living with Julie I was dating this guy who painted poster-sized pictures of deranged faces. I mean DE-RANGED, like serial killer deranged. I hung them all over the place and.....uh, well, maybe you had to be there. It's just that I thought they were so cool and I'm sure that Julie cringed every time she entered my bedroom.....yeah. You had to be there.

Heather

Schoolhouse Rock? Bob Thoreau. He went to the woods to find himself, then came back out with this wacky idea for a jazz festival.

messiestobjects

Oh, I appreciate the female touch. Sincerely I do!

I had a roomate once who painted crazy-face deranged art. I was living in a house on lower main with about 8 other people (It was a temporary arrangement; I was only there for about 3 weeks) and this guy Josh lived in the closet. He'd sit in there and paint, presumably getting high off the paint fumes, then come out and brandish his latest ghoul face.

messiestobjects

Ha! A simplified Jazz life. Bob pulled a certain friend of mine's trigger at the Deerhead one time, in front of her boyfriend.

Sissy

My favorite peice of art that I own is a print of the Sutro Bath House in California. The print has sentimental meaning to me and I love the story of the bath house.

Miss Luongo

I'll make mini gerkins and cocktail weenies, the preferred foodstuff for American misogynists.

Sissy

Oooooo, I love cocktail weenies! Yum! But you are using big words there. You know how I am with the big words. Miso what?

Sissy

Okay. Got it.

messiestobjects

And we'll have deep fried rooster for dinner, apparently.

Heather

"I Heart the Deerhead." I find it hard to believe Bob Dorough can get laid at all, but who am I? My kid knows every single word to Schoolhouse Rock's 25th Anniversary Special, which is comprised of, uh, every song they made. Thanks to Bob's @#$% catchy songs, I, too, can sing the preamble to the Constitution, multiply by fives AND tell you where to get your adverbs. Damn you, Bob Thoreau. Damn you.

Sissy

You people are such teases. First the weenies and now scorched rooster? I have to go get something to eat.

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