Even with gold walls, the surroundings look cold and sterile to me. What's with the stone floors with no rugs? I trust that the bedroom is more welcoming.Who would drive 500 miles in one day just to Blog the time away?
I think I need to send a picture of my place into this establishment. I think you all would be very impressed. I wouldn't show my face but I would have my bicep in the picture as a tribute to Michelle Obama. And an ear of a rare clumber. I shelter them from publicity similar to the Tom Cruise family.
"Assisted living center due to premature power of attorney" ....LOL.
Althouse could still blog from there I guess.
Meanwhile back to the picket line:
Hey Hey Ho Ho Fing trolls gots to go. [brought to you by Althouse Union Local 101 and its shop steward Seven Machos which means "sign the fing union card"]
Nice stained concrete floors and partner desk. Something tells me that's not a home.
Looks like a kitchen dining /slash office area to me. You don't need rugs in a kitchen. The chair in the corner looks comfy enough. I can envision sitting with my feet up in near the fire, snuggled in a nice lap blanket, with a glass of wine set on the butcher block table to the right of the chair, reading a good book.
OTOH, most highways go one direction and don't squiggle around like the Mississippi River. If she was heading west or southwest, it's unlikely we'd be seeing her driving east. Not impossible, but not likely.
And the room looks cozy enough, with the fire in the fireplace. Living in Florida, I forget about things like that. Down here, a fire would just run up the cost of the air conditioning...
I almost hate to say this, but that's exactly the picture I have of most bloggers:
Driving the newer (and unimaginative) VW, and sitting in cold, sterile environments, with that (also unimaginative) Pier One interior design - completely out of touch with the rest of us - getting kudos because we're reading their 60's-inspired ideas on "karma" and other Alice In Wonderland takes on reality. Really - I know it sounds like sour grapes but - who are you people and why are you (as unimaginative as you appear to be) entitled?
And, to those of you who think this is "good taste," head down to any mall in America and you can have it, too - cheap.
Simon, I don't think she would be that mean to have a directional indicator the opposite direction. The grass and trees definitely indicate a south of Madison location.
Pier One interior design - completely out of touch with the rest of us
Since when is Pier One decor a sign of entitlement or exclusivity? As if this roomo even looked like Pier One, which, wicker chair notwithstanding, it doesn't.
Crack, I always thought of you as having your finger on the pulse of interior decorating. I am disappointed.
For once I agree with ZPS, it's a very uncomfortable looking room. After you've finished a box or two of wine there are just too many sharp corners to smash your head on and that floor doesn't look like a place where you'd like to wake up. But on the other hand there are a lot of things you can throw out the window.
The plot deepens: On Friday the Thirteenth the innocent and carefree Little Anne from Althouse is in a strange location. Outside the Wolf-dog is finishing off the last visitor's organs. Innocent Little Anne thinks this is only sweet deer morsels. Inside the floors are obviously designed for hosing down the blood that drips from Morsels of the former guests. Outside the landscape looks to be setback from other community activities too far for any one to hear screams of victims. Inside Innocent Little Ann is all set up to interview the intriguing owner who has lured her there by telling her he is an expert Cereal Blogger, or was that Serial Flogger? Tune in tomorrow to see whether Innocent Little Ann has talked her assailant to sleep (she is good at this) and escaped, or has entered the food chain leaving behind only an unexplainable purpleness.
Hmmm. This begs the question on whether Althouse has a boner for any of the commenters on this blog. I'm sure she does, but wouldn't dare say. The picture almost looks like an invitation of sorts. Hmmm...
Five hours have passed without any Althouse Blog-mots. The clock is now fast approaching midnight on Friday the Thirteenth...and still no signs of internet life. We should not worry so much about her. After all she is 5 feet tall and weighs 100 pounds, so she can handle anything. We should just all go to bed. She'll be home in the morning safe and sound, wont she? How long before we should put out the Google Missing Blogger alert? Drudge is sure to put that story into his alarm flasher, and millions of internet geeks will start reporting Althouse sightings everywhere. Never mind, that is too cruel.
@Methadras: Yes that's what I meant. I mean, women get boners too, but the word choice just seemed funny/wrong because it makes Althouse sound mannish. I should have used "funny" instead of "wrong". My bad.
What I read into the painter's tape is that somebody was very, very busy, right up to the last minute, getting this place ready for her. How sweet. I looks like really good workmanship too, whoever renovated the place (new construction usually doesn't need mousetraps).
David... You said an Undertaker's place. OMG should we organize the rescue mission right away? (What would Dr Scarpetta do now?) If you can hear us Professor, send a message that your captor will think is innocent, but we will understand. A Blogger sign like "Save Our Sweet-one" (SOS) embeded innocently in the next photograph you post.
David... OK, she's not a Damsel. But in my dreams she is a Dame. Besides, everybody needs a Guardian Angel at times. Or are you thinking a rescue team should be sent out to save Our Dame's friend. I suspect he is tough enough to survive Althouse's brainpowers.
A babe. Althouse is a babe. Also a great tease. A tease babe. With a brain. Tease-babe-brain. A formidable combination. Plus, she's tenured. Tenured-tease-brain-babe. Needs no rescue. Rescue the friend? The friend may need a rescue but he does not want a rescue. No chance for glory here. But you truly are a Traditional Guy.
I'll guess the Univ of Cincy Law School. They have a fairly good one, especially on tax matters. And there are a couple of cool bloggers there as well, especially bizzy blog.
Not desky enough. My guess: In the old country kitchen tables come with silverware drawers -- makes setting the table a cinch. That sliding glass door fridge looks like the kind grocery stores keep near the registers for people who want to grab a coke. I would guess a 'lounge' in a moderne bed and breakfast, or some sort of staff room.
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84 comments:
Dang, somebody's got a nice house. I'm envious!
Not quite my style, but very good taste!
This is as clean as my house ever gets (May 2006).
It had just been puppy-proofed, which means swallowable things off the floor.
Swallowable things are allowed to accumulate on the floor until a new puppy is needed, and no eating stuff as a rule has to be taught again.
Even with gold walls, the surroundings look cold and sterile to me. What's with the stone floors with no rugs? I trust that the bedroom is more welcoming.Who would drive 500 miles in one day just to Blog the time away?
All of the furniture in that room looks incredibly uncomfortable. Yikes. Hope the warmth of the fire makes up for it.
Is there a chicken patrolling the yard outside?
Is that a working office ? Does not look like part of a home to me. Let me know if I am correct.
I'd guess a shrink's office perhaps or part of a small design firm.
Looks like those college underwater basket-weaving courses finally paid off.
Or are you dating a Longaberger scion?
The Self-Absorption cafe: Road Edition.
Is there a chicken patrolling the yard outside?
Exsqueeze me?
What kind of refrigerator is just peaking into the left side of the image? Someone has a sliding door on their 'fridge?
I know just the thing that's missing in that room.. give it that 'mi casa' look.
A rattan basket ;)
Nice stained concrete floors and partner desk.
Something tells me that's not a home.
I forgot we are on strike!
And it's my turn to walk the picket lines.
Looks fabulous. Should you be petting some exotic cat in that picture?
I have a question for my fellow republicans. Do any of you get upset with something that another commenter has said to you or about you on this site?
Yes, it is not a home.
Who needs books when you've got baskets?
They don't call it a "home" anymore. It is an "assisted living facility." I told you not to give JAC that power of attorney.
And you a law professor.
It's exactly what Tony did to Livia.
Is that a home for Wayward Wonderers?
Even with gold walls, the surroundings look cold and sterile to me.
The mouse trap kind of takes away from that. And the bed is low to the ground. They'll be hopping in with Althouse.
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
I think I need to send a picture of my place into this establishment. I think you all would be very impressed. I wouldn't show my face but I would have my bicep in the picture as a tribute to Michelle Obama. And an ear of a rare clumber. I shelter them from publicity similar to the Tom Cruise family.
Please take a picture of the lou.
Hello Clams Casino. I am heading to Ptown now to go timeshare shopping. The beamer is packed and the rare clumbers are glistening.
Wish me luck.
Toodles!
"And an ear of a rare clumber."
Are you holding the clumbers for ransom?
Or is perhaps the dog an artist gone mad?
Are you in a silo?
It's exactly what Tony did to Livia.
Tony Orlando had Livia Newton John put in a home?
Is she there with Dawn?
Has it been three long years?
Damn.
Tony Orlando is a bad man.
Ann may or may not be similar to Livia, but it is certain that JAC is no Tony.
Is that a wicker chair in the corner? If so, that is a big no-no in my sphere of styling.
Trooper suggested:
"Assisted living center due to premature power of attorney" ....LOL.
Althouse could still blog from there I guess.
Meanwhile back to the picket line:
Hey Hey Ho Ho
Fing trolls gots to go.
[brought to you by Althouse Union Local 101 and its shop steward Seven Machos which means "sign the fing union card"]
500 miles, 500 miles
500 miles, 500 miles
You can hear the whistle blow
500 miles
Gosh Ann - all of your posts are beginning to inspire songs . . .
Pretty room. Maybe a room within a stylish "cabin" or resort.
They don't call it a "home" anymore. It is an "assisted living facility."
Althouse is there reprising the role of Geraldine Page, the tormenter interior decorator from Woody Allen’s “Interiors” 1978 ;)
500 miles:
Buffalo , NY?
Nashville, TN?
Kansas?
Nebraska?
I get it now. "Something wicker this way comes."
It all ties together.
Who is that Masked Man?
Wherever it is can't be too far out in the sticks, that Yellow Pages looks to have some heft.
Host: It's not likely Nebraska or Kansas, as this photo was taken driving away from the sunset.
KL Davis: all that proves is that there was an eastward stretch of road on the journey, not that the destination is to the east of Madison.
Nice stained concrete floors and partner desk.
Something tells me that's not a home.
Looks like a kitchen dining /slash office area to me. You don't need rugs in a kitchen. The chair in the corner looks comfy enough. I can envision sitting with my feet up in near the fire, snuggled in a nice lap blanket, with a glass of wine set on the butcher block table to the right of the chair, reading a good book.
OTOH, most highways go one direction and don't squiggle around like the Mississippi River. If she was heading west or southwest, it's unlikely we'd be seeing her driving east. Not impossible, but not likely.
And the room looks cozy enough, with the fire in the fireplace. Living in Florida, I forget about things like that. Down here, a fire would just run up the cost of the air conditioning...
I almost hate to say this, but that's exactly the picture I have of most bloggers:
Driving the newer (and unimaginative) VW, and sitting in cold, sterile environments, with that (also unimaginative) Pier One interior design - completely out of touch with the rest of us - getting kudos because we're reading their 60's-inspired ideas on "karma" and other Alice In Wonderland takes on reality. Really - I know it sounds like sour grapes but - who are you people and why are you (as unimaginative as you appear to be) entitled?
And, to those of you who think this is "good taste," head down to any mall in America and you can have it, too - cheap.
Simon,
I don't think she would be that mean to have a directional indicator the opposite direction. The grass and trees definitely indicate a south of Madison location.
It's not Nashville, or anywhere in Kentucky. The sun is coming in the window and it's cloudy today in those states.
If I had to guess, I'd say somewhere near Bloomington, IN, or within 75 miles of Sandusky OH.
Well Simon what does the tracking device you put on the car tell you?
And, to those of you who think this is "good taste..."
I have never been accused of having good taste in my entire life.
Far from the hurly burly,
Untouched by the hoi polloi,
Smug in a silo of solitude,
With the fish-eye fully deployed.
Pier One interior design - completely out of touch with the rest of us
Since when is Pier One decor a sign of entitlement or exclusivity? As if this roomo even looked like Pier One, which, wicker chair notwithstanding, it doesn't.
Crack, I always thought of you as having your finger on the pulse of interior decorating. I am disappointed.
For once I agree with ZPS, it's a very uncomfortable looking room. After you've finished a box or two of wine there are just too many sharp corners to smash your head on and that floor doesn't look like a place where you'd like to wake up. But on the other hand there are a lot of things you can throw out the window.
And the floor is too hard for falling on in a drunken heap.
But it would clean up the ralph nicely.
I think Trooper had it right. Althouse is getting comfortable in her new digs at the "Home" that also has a "Memory Wing" just in case.
Althouse's last blog post will read "Damn you forever Jac and the other son"!
There is a "fire" tag..
It is better to taste good than to have good taste.
I recomend pineapple juice.
Your partner will thank you for it.
Just sayn'
The plot deepens: On Friday the Thirteenth the innocent and carefree Little Anne from Althouse is in a strange location. Outside the Wolf-dog is finishing off the last visitor's organs. Innocent Little Anne thinks this is only sweet deer morsels. Inside the floors are obviously designed for hosing down the blood that drips from Morsels of the former guests. Outside the landscape looks to be setback from other community activities too far for any one to hear screams of victims. Inside Innocent Little Ann is all set up to interview the intriguing owner who has lured her there by telling her he is an expert Cereal Blogger, or was that Serial Flogger? Tune in tomorrow to see whether Innocent Little Ann has talked her assailant to sleep (she is good at this) and escaped, or has entered the food chain leaving behind only an unexplainable purpleness.
Oh.. right.. the fireplace...
It was Oliver Wendell Holmes birthday a week ago.
He was from Mass. Although Althouse did say she was not going to Boston.
But it would clean up the ralph nicely.
Ahem, I do not clean up nice. You should always speak to me on the big white phone.
I wouldn't say that this is where Althouse is blogging from, so much as it's where Althouse is "blogging" from.
Hey oh! Am I right? Huh?
Oops!
If you're "blogging" from somewhere, doesn't that mean you should actually be, uh, "blogging"?
If I had to guess, I'd say somewhere past Cleveland...Ashtabula? Geneva?
Sandusky isn't quite 500 miles, if you take anything approximating a straight route.
My guess is Nashville. Will we ever learn the truth?
Does the Pineapple juice trick work? That would really spice up a Pina Colada!
I figured it out. Althouse is getting some pre-nuptial counseling and she is waiting for Meade to get there.
Hmmm. This begs the question on whether Althouse has a boner for any of the commenters on this blog. I'm sure she does, but wouldn't dare say. The picture almost looks like an invitation of sorts. Hmmm...
Five hours have passed without any Althouse Blog-mots. The clock is now fast approaching midnight on Friday the Thirteenth...and still no signs of internet life. We should not worry so much about her. After all she is 5 feet tall and weighs 100 pounds, so she can handle anything. We should just all go to bed. She'll be home in the morning safe and sound, wont she? How long before we should put out the Google Missing Blogger alert? Drudge is sure to put that story into his alarm flasher, and millions of internet geeks will start reporting Althouse sightings everywhere. Never mind, that is too cruel.
This begs the question on whether Althouse has a boner for any of the commenters on this blog.
Is it just me, or is there something wrong with that sentence?
It would only be natural for Althouse to be pleased that so many gays, I mean guys, like her so much.
You're blogging from Ikea?
chickenlittle said...
This begs the question on whether Althouse has a boner for any of the commenters on this blog.
Is it just me, or is there something wrong with that sentence?
It's because I said boner isn't it?
Interesting: I can see the blue painter's tape and drop cloth to the left of the second computer. This person is into DIY.
Is it just me, or is there something wrong with that sentence?
I think this is a better construction (changes in bold):
This begs the question of whether or not Althouse has a boner for any of the commenters on this blog.
A fire? What's with you people! It's practically spring! We're readying the pool for swimming!
@Methadras: Yes that's what I meant. I mean, women get boners too, but the word choice just seemed funny/wrong because it makes Althouse sound mannish. I should have used "funny" instead of "wrong". My bad.
What I read into the painter's tape is that somebody was very, very busy, right up to the last minute, getting this place ready for her. How sweet. I looks like really good workmanship too, whoever renovated the place (new construction usually doesn't need mousetraps).
It looks like the office for a very modern and stylish undertaker.
cozy
David... You said an Undertaker's place. OMG should we organize the rescue mission right away? (What would Dr Scarpetta do now?) If you can hear us Professor, send a message that your captor will think is innocent, but we will understand. A Blogger sign like "Save Our Sweet-one" (SOS) embeded innocently in the next photograph you post.
Rescue mission?
In your dreams.
Althouse is not a damsel.
David... OK, she's not a Damsel. But in my dreams she is a Dame. Besides, everybody needs a Guardian Angel at times. Or are you thinking a rescue team should be sent out to save Our Dame's friend. I suspect he is tough enough to survive Althouse's brainpowers.
A babe. Althouse is a babe. Also a great tease. A tease babe. With a brain. Tease-babe-brain. A formidable combination. Plus, she's tenured. Tenured-tease-brain-babe. Needs no rescue. Rescue the friend? The friend may need a rescue but he does not want a rescue. No chance for glory here. But you truly are a Traditional Guy.
I'll guess the Univ of Cincy Law School. They have a fairly good one, especially on tax matters. And there are a couple of cool bloggers there as well, especially bizzy blog.
Except that she'd tell us that, most likely.
partner desk
Not desky enough. My guess: In the old country kitchen tables come with silverware drawers -- makes setting the table a cinch. That sliding glass door fridge looks like the kind grocery stores keep near the registers for people who want to grab a coke. I would guess a 'lounge' in a moderne bed and breakfast, or some sort of staff room.
I mean, women get boners too...
They did not have a mandatory health class at your high school alma mater, CL?
Why are all the pictures broken now?
Pictures are showing up here fine, Freem.
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