I envision a rather sprawling mansion. Built in the late 1890’s. Re-wired with 100% fiber optics. Coal stove ( which is naturally the domain of our dear beloved Anthracite ). Fireplaces EVERYWHERE. Velvet poofs in the sitting room. Lace doilies. Oak.
Why, there’s Ukelele Ike out on the porch, enjoying a pipe of his finest with Lux Fiat and Magdalene. Over in the cornfields we find TubaDiva sitting with her solar-powered laptop and a tall glass of unsweet tea.
Hey, look who’se hiding in the barn, it’s gotta be Sua Sponte and Geobabe. Hey you two ! Stop looking for the needle in that haystack, and get back on task. You’re SUPPOSED to be hooking up the T-3 Lines to the Gazebo!! Down in the basement, Cartooniverse is whiling away the hours in the well-vented darkroom, happily printing up new photos of Dopers for the “People of the SD” web page.
Down the back hallway is the kitchen, where Biggirl, TwistofFate, Coldfire, Vix, CrankyAsAnOldMan and Bildo are playing hearts with rotating partners while ** Cajun** keeps the beers and jalapeno poppers goin’.
Just my version of heaven. Who else is in the house, and what else are they doing?
Well, Bluesman is in the hammock between two ancient oaks on the sprawling front lawn, and I’m on the porch, playing with the new litter of kittens. (There are cats in this house, right?)
And screech-owl is happily dusting all the books in the library. Of course not much work gets done, since there are some many wonderful volumes to peruse, explore and devour.
Off in the middle of the nearby forest, next to a babbling brook with a small waterfall, sits my two-room log house. One main room, with fireplace, rug, couches, bed, tables, etc, and the other room is for… the weapons.
And Crunchy Frog is chained to a tree in the back yard. He’s only allowed indoors anymore during extreme weather conditions ever since “the incident.” Occasionally another Doper will venture back to see how he’s doing, feed him and refill the waterbowl. He’s pretty happy though, as long as he has his PS2, TV, and extension cords.
There’s hardygrrl in the barn, preparing to do a Swanton Bomb from the rafter onto the haypile. She’s been warned not to try this, but since no one’s looking (well, except Crunchy Frog, and no one believes what he says anyway), she’s going for it.
In a pensive mood, I head for the refrigerator where I’ve hidden three chocolate covered strawberries in a dark resealable container labeled radioactive brussel sprouts 6/15/2001. Gathering my strawberries and a glass of water, I go curl up in a huge reading chair and get started on the next book to prepare for the next book discussion group gathering.
jadailey will wander from terminal to terminal, making sure everyone is aware that there are two Ns in Guinness. And generally causing a nuisance of herself as she fixes everyone’s posts to fit her own personal writing style.
I know I won’t be working in the kitchen or dining room…I think I’ll just be sitting in my room, or the living room, or perhaps the library, reading the boards, or a book, or watching a bit of TV. Just generally being lazy and realxing. Occasionally, I’ll wander into the labs to mix random chemicals and see what happens, or to dissect something, then back to being lazy. Maybe I’ll take a drink or three from the Guinness keg, who knows?
