Would I live in a house like this? Absolutely.
Somehow, though, I just can’t imagine someone being able to pull this off in the USA. Surely some building code or another would get in the way, don’t you think? Or am I being too cynical?
It’s spring, it’s Friday, and this is just the sort of thing that cracks me up.
Let me own up to two things:
1. I watched a lot of MTV in the ’80s and was especially fond of a-ha’s “Take on Me.” (I own Hunting High and Low—and Scoundrel Days, too. On vinyl, even.)
2. Butt-related humor cracks me up.
So you can see why I think this (via John Scalzi) is just awesome:
Yeah, I would totally do this.
And the only one that is a complete sentence!
March forth!
Indeed!
Up at the Park Bench (”A gathering place for nerdy women—and nerdy men of discerning taste”) is a post titled 20 Questions for Women Who Aren’t Us.
(If you’re drinking a beverage right now, put it down before you click on that link and start reading or else that beverage will likely shoot out of your nose. You have been warned.)
This morning, I actually remembered! Woot!
A few days ago, I reached into a bookcase to pull out a cookbook and received a nasty paper cut right under the fingernail of my index finger. (Ouch ouch ouch…)
The culprit? A small piece of paper sort-of-glued (it pulls off easily to reveal a wad of glue that looks like a booger) to the outside cover of the adjacent phone book.
The piece of paper? An ad for a local personal-injury lawyer.
Think I ought to sue ‘em?
