Of course the green doesn’t pop. Everybody knows green zings! Besides bright blue and bright yellow are just so overdone in interior decorating these days. However, they are all the rage in exterior design. A bright blue roof or a bright blue front walkway are both very cutting edge.
And I should know. I am the resident MMP queer eye. We all know means I have fabulous style and taste just by default. 
Fabulous style and taste? And here I was going to point to you as proof that the stereotypical gay decorator is, in fact, a myth.
Fabulous style and taste? And here I was going to point to you as proof that the stereotypical gay decorator is, in fact, a myth.
I can’t say that enough…
And where exactly is the zebra and leopard print furniture going to be placed? You know, the zebra print sofa, the leopard print club chair and the ottoman cunningly covered in a tasteful mix of both zebra and leopard print. I see this grouping in front of a fireplace–Rue’s den maybe, or perhaps the family room. And Soupo and Katcha could have bean bags chairs in a golden brown with a lion’s face and mane on them.
But the room would have Tiffany style lamps and a fake Persian area rug, because Rue is eclectic. And suave, let’s not forget suave. A man of distinction.
You guys lost me on the decorating thing. I only got curtains recently, and that was under protest and just in the bedroom.
I certainly hope you all remembered to vote today. That’s what makes our country great, lining up in the firehouse basement to pull levers in a booth.
Receiver of taxes? Who the hell cares?
Nothing to vote for in Orange Park. Besides, I’m going to be moving - it doesn’t seem quite fair that I vote and dash off. If there was something to vote for. Which there isn’t. In my precinct, anyway.
Curtains, huh? Finally took down the yellowed newspapers that you had on the windows? Not that I peeked or anything… 
In Oregon, all our voting is done by mail, so I voted last week. It was just a special election about annexation, but an elelction is an election, and my duty as a citizen is clear. <cue Star Spangled Banner music>
OH, now there’s a room that every Amurican should have–the patriotic room. Everything in red, white and blue, with stripes and stars and flags and eagles, baseball, hots dogs, chevrolet and apple pie. Red walls, a white ceiling and blue carpet–and curtains with little flags all over them. I suggest this be the bathroom, but I might end up on some kind of enemies list.
Kallessa–loyal and true
My mother was big into eagles when I was a kid. She embroidered a clock with an eagle on it. She embroidered a picture of an eagle. Our shower curtains were white with red eagles all over them. Our light switch cover in the living room had an eagle on it.
Mom didn’t do stuff halfway, that’s for sure!
And here I was thinking that this was going to be a discusion of electoral systems (in MPSIMS? I thought to myself? What’s going on here…?)
Hey! I’m back! And if I hurry and hit “Reply” I get to be the top of page 2. How cool is that? So I’ll read the rest of the thread once I’m the top of page 2. But does anyone have any questions? Wanna hear about my Adventures at OhDope? My Adventures with Carpet? My Adventures Changing Lightbulbs? Or should I just hang on to it all til next week?
Either way, I’m easy.
-Rue. (back, but not read up yet)
ooooooooooo - light bulbs?? Will the excitement ever end?
Welcome back, Rue, darlin’! We’ve all done our best to uphold your hijacking traditions. I think Ex deserves a gold star for effort since he was the first to remember to start a memorial MMP. Huzzah!
So, who came closest to describing your new carpet? I sure hope it wasn’t swampy - he seems to be missing the gay guy decorating gene.
Reading along and replying as I go…
Thanks Ex for starting this week’s thread. I don’t know what I’d do without you. (That’s not what you usually hear, now is it?) Although I did notice the Snickers’ prank thread got more lookin’ at. Hmm… who should be my Designated Guest Host from now on…?
Way back when I was a Boy Scout we went skeet shooting. That was fun. It was my first time and I shot the hell outta the little brakey Frisbee™ thingies. BLAM! And they were DUST, bay-bee! A whole box at one go, it must have been a record. Other people were throwing theirs in the air first, but that seemed too hard.
Kalley, I’m not “head to toe in carpet”, I’m head to toe in carpet fuzz. Man! The stuff is everywhere! But more about this sleep thing- where exactly did these wires go. “Various parts” of you body seems a bit of an evasion. I think details are in order. Or make stuff up. Like I’d know the difference.
But it’s a good thing you don’t have bad apnea. thinksnow had bad apnea and they had to remove his uvula! Can you imagine? And you just can’t get prosthetic uvulas either. Poor guy.
Heh heh. Tanook’ said “rectify”. Heh.
Don’t feel too badly you weren’t contacted on the whole carpet scene Snickers. I was barely consulted.
“I want new carpet,” someone said.
“OK,” I replied.
“We have to go look for it,” the same someone informed me. So we went “looking” for carpet.
“How about this one? I like this one,” I suggested.
“No.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“No.”
“This one?”
“No. We’ll get this carpet.”
“OK,” I said.
That’s pretty much how it went.
But I did see that rug Tanook’ pointed out. Or something like it. Guess what I was told. Go ahead, guess. And Lucy doesn’t need a dog bed. She has my bed. But she’ll share. Because she’s little and I can just shove her out of the way.
Now Swampy, we’re trying to get the gold out of Casa deDay. We’re replaceing it with pewter. Or brushed nickel. Either way. I’m just not a “Gold” kinda guy. I’m more understated. Muted almost.
But you can’t go wrong with a good Lava Motion Lamp™. Fun for the whole family!
And don’t knock my Sauder™ kit furniture. I love my Sauder™ kit furniture. If I had to say how my house is decorated, I’d say “Sauder™ kit furniture”. I like it that much.
“If you carpet the ceiling, you never have to worry about it getting stained.”
Kalley, you can be so cute when you’re naive like that. Cake batter can get everywhere.
So everyone knows, Kyla’s not the “lucky duck”. That would be me. I got to watch her and Juni ninja wrassle. And I didn’t have to tip them afterwards. If there was a duck of luckiness, it would definitely be me.
Man! Astroturf! How I wanted to put Astroturf in the “Playroom” Swampy. Where were you when I was pitching this idea? It could have swung things in my favor. “You know dear, Mr. Swampington is one of them. They know all about interior design. It’s God’s way of making up to them. Really. And he says Astroturf is the way to go.” I really could have used that then.
Shut up slortar! I’ll have you know I CAN TOO… I could really go for a doughnut right now. A yeast one. Just glazed, I don’t need icing. Or sprinkles. Although now that I think of it, sprinkles would be nice. Look! A duckie!
Eh. That’s enough.
Oh wait! I noticed something. You know, people don’t say to themselves “Should I go to Princeton or MIT? Princeton? MIT? Naw! I’ll just learn to put carpetting into people’s houses for a living! Yeah! That sounds like the way to go. Wait until the chaps in Chess Club hear about my plans!” That’s not the way these things go.
-Rue. (not caught up, just done.)
I am convinced that Rue has read all my fabulous ideas and is, as we speak, ripping out everything he’s done. With hard copy of all my suggestions in hand he is hard at work making his home the showplace he knows it will be once all my ideas are in place.
Well, either that or he had a pitcher of daquiris and passed out on the front lawn.
Hey Rue, how was OhDope? 
Hey look! It’s Shibb! He wasn’t eaten by coyotes!
OhDope was fab! (I am that excited. Exclaimation points are my friend.) What I saw of it anyway. What with one thing and another I wasn’t sure 100% that I was going to make the scene. Until Saturday after lunch. No one needed to go to the hospital and nothing was on fire, so I was out the door!
It’s a long drive from here to Columbus. It reminds me of shooting up I-74 for those two years until the Little Woman and I co-habitated in the Bonds of Holy Matrimony. That’s a long drive too! You can drink a whole Moose Cup of Coke on that drive! Back when there were Hardee’s around and they had Moose Cups. Back then there were and they did, so I did. A lot. I wound up with over 100 of them (properly bought and paid for) before all was said and done! But this weekend I didn’t get a Moose Cup of Coke because I’m not sure where there’s a Hardee’s anymore. I think there’s one up in Middletown, but that wasn’t on my way.
Not far from think and laser’s house there’s this… shopping village. Easton Something. It’s so huge it has it’s own weather patterns and gravity! I got sucked into that mess for a while. But it turned out OK since I had to “go” by then seeing as I was on the road for a long time before then. (Road Tip: Always “go” before you go!) Then I tried to find my way out and that wasn’t so good a thing going on. But I wound up in the Galyan’s parking lot, so I got to go toy shopping! I wound up not buying anything, but I browsed a while. Galyan’s is pretty good as far as camping toys goes, but I think REI is better. And farther away. With all the growth around me, I hope they put an REI in soon. They just opened up the ice skating rink, and the P.F. Chang’s in on the way, so we need an REI store.
But finally I made it to think’s house. A little early actually. Before any of the Dopers or LJ people got there. There was just a bunch of real people and family there. So I stayed out of the way for a while. Then the Dopers and LJ people showed up! That was fun! But all too soon I had to hit the road again. Since I didn’t know if I was going to go until I went I didn’t think ahead and get a room. (Next year: room.)
It was real foggy on the way home. Like you could only see just a little bit in front of you. So it took longer to get home than it did to go to Columbus. If I was smart, I should have turned around when I hit the fog, but I was already outside of Columbus and I figured it was just a little fog and I’d be through it soon. I was wrong. But I didn’t wreck into anything, so it all worked out.
People were asking me where you were. Really Shibb, they missed you. Lots. Next time, don’t dissapoint.
And get a room. That’s what all the cool kids do.
-Rue. (not cool this year, but trying harder next year)
Well, I almost made it to OhDope. I made it as far as Easton. That was when it (finally) dawned on me that the whole thing at Champp’s was for Friday night. And that I hadn’t brought directions for Saturday night. And that I know longer had anyone’s phone numbers. I got Mrs. Shibb to log on and try and cipher things out, but to no avail. And this was after driving through some of the fog on the way up. So I thought I’d be sneaky and end run the fog on the way back. So I went out I-70 to I-675 to I-75 and down. I think that the fog was even worse that way. About 15 feet visibility. So I slowed down to about 60 mph. And prayed a lot. It wasn’t bad at all south of Dayton, just between Columbus and Dayton. Maybe cities magically dispel fog.
So I meant to be there. I even drove about 225 miles round trip. Just couldn’t find you all. What a maroon!
What exactly is a maroon? I know that a macaroon is a cookie, and that you can maroon a person on a desert (or deserted) island (and if you give them a macaroon, it could also be a dessert island) and I had a maroon colored crayon when I was a kid (probably more than one, I went through crayons pretty quickly back then–textured walls are murder on wax). But how can someone be a maroon?
I picture a guy (or girl) whose brain has been left behind, as though on a desert island–poor little brain, all alone, surrounded by sand. Can you imagine how annoying it must be to get sand in all those folds and crevises?
Kallessa–not so much marooned as just not going anywhere
Pottsville Maroons, soon to be 1925 NFL Champions.
Or more probably a mispronunciation by Bugs Bunny of the phrase, “What a moron!” Maybe it was the equivalent of “freakin” for the f-bomb of their day?
I have to protest, because I feel that I’m being discriminated against. *
I’m really, really busy at work these days, so I don’t get to check in as much as I’d like. I probably shouldn’t post from there anyway, so that might be a serendipitous conjunction of posting problems.
However, I resent my inability to post from home, because this is my free time and I ought to be able to post now, dangit.
My first thought was that I had a crappy computer. I went out and bought a better computer, and the gods and Saint Jerry allowed me access for long enough to post a rant about my dissatisfaction with Windows XP Home. **
Then I figured it might be my connection, so just last week I got a cable modem. I had been holding out for DSL service, but there’s too much twisted-pair copper between here and there, so my transfer rate wouldn’t have gotten too much better. It certainly wouldn’t have gotten fast enough to justify the expense.
I went with cable. Frankly, I’m only midly annoyed with it. I know I’m on record on these boards with my distaste for what is essentially an exposed WAN for home service, but I haven’t identified any practical security issues thus far.
I don’t think it’s me any more. Of course, I don’t know if this post will go through either.***
*Is crappy grammar fair game in the MMP threads?
***And I hereby request that Mac users (including Rue) refrain from saying “Ha, ha” ala Nelson Muntz.
***I know. I was in denial. I couldn’t believe the boards were this slow.