Where? Where? Why, it's "Close to City Hall and the Hub of Cotati." The Hub of Cotati is a selling point?
May 8, 2009 at 2:27 PM
Anonymous said...
Hey, for fifteen thousand dollars that place is practically a palace, dollar for dollar that is. Plus, $21 dollars a square foot is the cheapest I've ever seen for anything, anywhere, unless it was a condemned property.
When I saw the price and started clicking through the pictures I was really prepared for horrifying sight, after horrifying sight. Instead? Reasonably clean, reasonably bright and cheaper than dirt for a place to live.
Disembodied legs are pretty disconcerting, and my first thought was "Holy crap, you'd never want to schedule a showing, I doubt that poor person can actually leave the house!" My second that was about how grateful I am for my own legs and ability to move. Man that was just sobering.
It is kind of a creepy listing. It's also a bunch of reasons to be profoundly grateful for a whole bunch of stuff in my own life.
The creepy hand in the lower left of the top photo is as disturbing as the disemodied legs in the bed are. The hand pointing toward the property looks as if it is saying "go forth at your own risk".
May 8, 2009 at 10:11 PM
Anonymous said...
I think that hand belongs to the Ghost of Christmas Future, pointing Ebeneezer Scrooge to the fate that awaits him if he doesn't turn from his evil ways.
"Are there no workhouses? Are there no single-wides?"
May 9, 2009 at 10:32 AM
madderakka said...
I will never stop being amazed at people trying to sell their houses piled so high with stuff that you can't walk through it.
"Where? Where?"
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The disembodied legs were an interesting selling feature.
May 8, 2009 at 8:58 AM
Staging, darling, it's called staging. I think it starts with cleaning the junk mail off the kitchen table...
May 8, 2009 at 11:06 AM
I question the all-wicker living room set.
But i guess trailer fashion is more "function over form".
And the legs don't bother me as much as the old woman hobbling out of the shot on pic6.
May 8, 2009 at 11:37 AM
I think the "old woman" is actually the realtor, trying to take pictures of the closet and getting her reflection caught in the photo.
The strange legs in pic4 are really creepy.
May 8, 2009 at 12:18 PM
Chair has developed a bit of a tan in the California sun.
May 8, 2009 at 12:18 PM
I've never been to Cotati, but if this trailer is "close to the Hub" of it, I'm not sure I could handle it.
May 8, 2009 at 1:07 PM
Where? Where? Why, it's "Close to City Hall and the Hub of Cotati."
The Hub of Cotati is a selling point?
May 8, 2009 at 2:27 PM
Hey, for fifteen thousand dollars that place is practically a palace, dollar for dollar that is. Plus, $21 dollars a square foot is the cheapest I've ever seen for anything, anywhere, unless it was a condemned property.
When I saw the price and started clicking through the pictures I was really prepared for horrifying sight, after horrifying sight. Instead? Reasonably clean, reasonably bright and cheaper than dirt for a place to live.
Disembodied legs are pretty disconcerting, and my first thought was "Holy crap, you'd never want to schedule a showing, I doubt that poor person can actually leave the house!" My second that was about how grateful I am for my own legs and ability to move. Man that was just sobering.
It is kind of a creepy listing. It's also a bunch of reasons to be profoundly grateful for a whole bunch of stuff in my own life.
May 8, 2009 at 2:48 PM
The creepy hand in the lower left of the top photo is as disturbing as the disemodied legs in the bed are. The hand pointing toward the property looks as if it is saying "go forth at your own risk".
May 8, 2009 at 10:11 PM
I think that hand belongs to the Ghost of Christmas Future, pointing Ebeneezer Scrooge to the fate that awaits him if he doesn't turn from his evil ways.
"Are there no workhouses? Are there no single-wides?"
May 9, 2009 at 10:32 AM
I will never stop being amazed at people trying to sell their houses piled so high with stuff that you can't walk through it.
May 11, 2009 at 1:53 AM