Chair appears to be staring despondently out at the rainy day, and who can blame him? That place looks like he's far more likely to be held hostage there, than willingly vacation in that joint.
Maybe it's the overwhelming gloom. Maybe it's the secret-terrorist-cell window coverings, or perhaps it's the morose array of empty bottles surrounding the kitchen walls, I don't know. Something about that joint looks like an ad for Cymbalta.
Who does depression hurt? Everyone, and the Chair.
June 27, 2009 at 8:39 AM
Anonymous said...
*Sigh of relief* I was really starting to miss chair.
At least Chair only had to pay for his own share of the costs, because of course everyone went Dutch.
*ahem*
Sorry.
With that out of the way, I actually kinda like that place. There's nothing that some paint, minor repairs, and a young priest and an old priest can't fix.
June 27, 2009 at 1:24 PM
Anonymous said...
Call me silly, but I'm sort of digging the hanger with the socks on it.
Are those railway tracks? If so this could literally be the end of the line for chair!
June 30, 2009 at 8:24 AM
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Oh, no! I was just thinking this morning that Chair hadn't shown up in a while. It turns out Chair had made its way over to the Netherlands, where Nicolet found him. Like so many people on their big youthful European trip, it seems Chair has fallen in with a bad crowd. Stop, Chair! Come back! America's sunny backyards are waiting for you!
"Come home, all is forgiven"
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Oh, dear ... that is sad, isn't it?
It doesn't make me want to run out and buy the house.
June 27, 2009 at 8:18 AM
At first glance that window on the right reminded me of Duchamp's Large Glass. Chair loves his art!
June 27, 2009 at 8:20 AM
Chair appears to be staring despondently out at the rainy day, and who can blame him? That place looks like he's far more likely to be held hostage there, than willingly vacation in that joint.
Maybe it's the overwhelming gloom. Maybe it's the secret-terrorist-cell window coverings, or perhaps it's the morose array of empty bottles surrounding the kitchen walls, I don't know. Something about that joint looks like an ad for Cymbalta.
Who does depression hurt? Everyone, and the Chair.
June 27, 2009 at 8:39 AM
*Sigh of relief* I was really starting to miss chair.
June 27, 2009 at 11:55 AM
At least Chair only had to pay for his own share of the costs, because of course everyone went Dutch.
*ahem*
Sorry.
With that out of the way, I actually kinda like that place. There's nothing that some paint, minor repairs, and a young priest and an old priest can't fix.
June 27, 2009 at 1:24 PM
Call me silly, but I'm sort of digging the hanger with the socks on it.
Hey, we all have our priorities!
June 27, 2009 at 3:40 PM
Come home, darlin', come home quickly. Come hom darlin', all is forgiven, just come home quickly.
June 27, 2009 at 8:18 PM
What has Chair been smoking to make that view mesmerise him so?
June 27, 2009 at 9:48 PM
I also keep a spare door in one of my bedrooms. True story.
June 27, 2009 at 9:51 PM
narcissistic personality disorder
June 27, 2009 at 10:58 PM
It's so sad. It makes me think of Gauguin and van Gogh, at Arles. But as chairs. Obviously.
June 28, 2009 at 5:07 AM
Are those railway tracks? If so this could literally be the end of the line for chair!
June 30, 2009 at 8:24 AM