House of 1,000 Corpses, or House of Flying Daggers?

I work in a photo archive and recently had to database images from both of these movies. Got me thinking about how hugely inconvenient both of these living situations would be, and made me glad I rent.

The 1,000 corpses—depending on how old they are and how big the house is—would make it difficult to have guests over, and one would have to keep the windows open. I suppose they’d make good cat toys, though. Tile floors would be a must.

Flying daggers, though? That’s where I draw the line and have a chat with the Realtor. I can think of a few people I’d like to have over for a visit, ducking out the back door when they arrived. I guess eventually the House of Flying Daggers would *become *the House of 1,000 Corpses.

I should think a house of flying daggers would contain daggers that flew only at the command of the mistress or master of the house. In that case they’d not be an inconvenience; they’d be absolutely kickass.

Both would be better than A House of Sand and Fog, which is too structurally unstable. I don’t know what the architect was thinking. I mean, come on, fog isn’t load bearing!

However, if you had the House of Flying Daggers (meh as a movie) you could turn it into a House of 1000 Corpses (enjoyed this movie, plot was all over the place) as well. Then you have the House of Flying Daggers with 1000 Corpses!

If you need me, I’ll be avoiding both at the international House of Pancakes.

If you had a music-writing friend over to that house, would he de-compose?

I’ll be at Dr. Tongue’s 3D House of Parliament

“Take a look at this legislation”

Well, I suspect the House of the Rising Sun would make the area unlivable for miles and miles around it, what with all the fusion reactions going on every morning.

Yes, and really bad news for my House of Wax which, for a period, was the bee’s knees.

Having a House of Games could be fun, especially if it was next to a House of Cards, unless bouth were made of games and cards. That would suck if it rained.

This sounds like a job for House, M.D.

Heck, the House of Cards would be in trouble every time a heavy truck rolled by.

I *have *lived in The House of Yes and the House of Mirth . . . these days it’s more like Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors.

I would tell people I was living inside Animal House. But the reality was I had been eaten by a bear.

The House of Flying Daggers sounds like a House of Pain

Gacy had just a couple dozen in his crawl space and I hear you could smell them outside. Which raises the question: Why didn’t somebody say something? Stiff Whiff is pretty distinctive, with an emphasis on “stink.”

Could be worse. Could be the House of Flying Daggits.

Worse yet: Tyler Perry's House of Payne - Wikipedia

I considered moving into the House of Wax, as hanging pictures would be a breeze, and you wouldn’t have to fill in the holes with toothpaste before you left, like we did in college.

But summers? It was 108 last month. I can see that being a problem.

I stayed at the House of Blues, but the place just brought me down.
I said I stayed at the House of Blues, but the place just brought me down.
My mean old lady said the blues were a shoddy building material, so we rented a studio across town.