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rubahI really like that Freebies rss feed About.com has on LJ. I just got my sample post-it photo paper today. It's really neat; I printed off http://www.snowy-day.net/pictures/clouds3.jpg and stuck it to my mirror. I keep to get some more tape and make my picture of Endeavor lie still. It broke the last time I had on it.
I hope Hypnotize has another sticker like mezmerize did so I can stick that down there too. I like sticking things to my mirror. It likes having things stuck to it. I vaguely remember being in here once when it was still my sister's room, back when cory still lived in the house. I think she had stuff stuck on it then too.
I really think that I have one of the best computer set ups in the world.
Meredith is the only one that knows this from personal sitting herself, but some of you have seen the random pictures of my desktop, but that doesn't catch the feel of the area one bit.
When you walk into my house from the south-facing sliding glass doors (these don't have a name. The one on the front porch is the front door, mom's smoking room door is the west door, the back sliding glass doors are teh back door, the one going out from the cat room is the east door, but these have no name) you are in the dining room looking at a wall or some curtain. If you turn to the right, you'll notice there are two sets of identical rooms you can enter. You may enter the one on the left and be in the cat room, where dad's computer is, or you may enter the right one and be in this room, the den, where dad's office desk and my computer are
The first thing to note about this room is that it is of a ratio of nearly 2x1 length x width. And it has a closet. The first thing you would probably note having entered it was that it is very messy.
But anyways, at the far end where the closet is, there is a three foot square space, where the room continues on but there is no closet. Right before this space starts, there is a computer desk against the south wall (the side the door was you came in on). There is a window behind it, the same width, yet a little offcentered. Once in a while I open it (a very dangerous thing, as it involves standing on the aging computer desk) to use the entire world as a heat sink. Or just because it's nice outside. West of the desk, which protrudes two away from the wall, leaving more or less a one foot gap to gain access to the enclave, there is a series of shelves, also about two by four in top surface area.
But back to the enclave. There is small wall my dad built that faces west next to teh closet, where teh door hooks on. It boasts a clock, half a turtle shell (the other half is over the door, because the door doesn't go all the way up and there's some wall up above it) and of course, a four foot mirror. When I sit in my rocking recliner chair in the manner that i am sitting in it right now and probably will sit many times from now, my feet touch the very bottom of the mirror and are just a little less elevated than my keyboard.
The easiest way to type with the recliner is like this, Half lying on my right side, feet curled up, keyboard pulled out, arms still having to stretch a bit to type, looking at the screen at a 45 degree angle opposite of what I was accustomed to in the computer chairs i used before.
If I want to stretch my legs, I can go into full reclining mode, which I haven't done much and still used the computer since summer. But it involves revolving the recliner to face the monitor face on, parallel to the mirror and perpindicular to eveything else, hooking my feet on the footstool I keep for these very purposes under the desk, and pulling the keyboard out as far as it will go. Of course I can't reach the mouse at all, so I just use the tablet instead, which reaches nicely.
So, once you realize that my head barely comes a few inches above teh recliner when I sit in this most comfortable position mentioned in the second to previous paragraph, the entire feeling is not unlike being in a small subroom. It's cozy and now that I've gotten used to the feelings of guilt coming from having my parents have such low visibility of me, as well as skill in using the mirror to detect movement in the kitchen, hallway, and dining room, as well as if my parents are standing behind me and I don't want to face them, it's pretty groovy.
(right now my mirror has the aforementioned clouds3.jpg, a picture of chewbacca from a bag of lays potato chips, the mezmerize album sticker, and a print of the shuttle discovery taking off)
I hope Hypnotize has another sticker like mezmerize did so I can stick that down there too. I like sticking things to my mirror. It likes having things stuck to it. I vaguely remember being in here once when it was still my sister's room, back when cory still lived in the house. I think she had stuff stuck on it then too.
I really think that I have one of the best computer set ups in the world.
Meredith is the only one that knows this from personal sitting herself, but some of you have seen the random pictures of my desktop, but that doesn't catch the feel of the area one bit.
When you walk into my house from the south-facing sliding glass doors (these don't have a name. The one on the front porch is the front door, mom's smoking room door is the west door, the back sliding glass doors are teh back door, the one going out from the cat room is the east door, but these have no name) you are in the dining room looking at a wall or some curtain. If you turn to the right, you'll notice there are two sets of identical rooms you can enter. You may enter the one on the left and be in the cat room, where dad's computer is, or you may enter the right one and be in this room, the den, where dad's office desk and my computer are
The first thing to note about this room is that it is of a ratio of nearly 2x1 length x width. And it has a closet. The first thing you would probably note having entered it was that it is very messy.
But anyways, at the far end where the closet is, there is a three foot square space, where the room continues on but there is no closet. Right before this space starts, there is a computer desk against the south wall (the side the door was you came in on). There is a window behind it, the same width, yet a little offcentered. Once in a while I open it (a very dangerous thing, as it involves standing on the aging computer desk) to use the entire world as a heat sink. Or just because it's nice outside. West of the desk, which protrudes two away from the wall, leaving more or less a one foot gap to gain access to the enclave, there is a series of shelves, also about two by four in top surface area.
But back to the enclave. There is small wall my dad built that faces west next to teh closet, where teh door hooks on. It boasts a clock, half a turtle shell (the other half is over the door, because the door doesn't go all the way up and there's some wall up above it) and of course, a four foot mirror. When I sit in my rocking recliner chair in the manner that i am sitting in it right now and probably will sit many times from now, my feet touch the very bottom of the mirror and are just a little less elevated than my keyboard.
The easiest way to type with the recliner is like this, Half lying on my right side, feet curled up, keyboard pulled out, arms still having to stretch a bit to type, looking at the screen at a 45 degree angle opposite of what I was accustomed to in the computer chairs i used before.
If I want to stretch my legs, I can go into full reclining mode, which I haven't done much and still used the computer since summer. But it involves revolving the recliner to face the monitor face on, parallel to the mirror and perpindicular to eveything else, hooking my feet on the footstool I keep for these very purposes under the desk, and pulling the keyboard out as far as it will go. Of course I can't reach the mouse at all, so I just use the tablet instead, which reaches nicely.
So, once you realize that my head barely comes a few inches above teh recliner when I sit in this most comfortable position mentioned in the second to previous paragraph, the entire feeling is not unlike being in a small subroom. It's cozy and now that I've gotten used to the feelings of guilt coming from having my parents have such low visibility of me, as well as skill in using the mirror to detect movement in the kitchen, hallway, and dining room, as well as if my parents are standing behind me and I don't want to face them, it's pretty groovy.
(right now my mirror has the aforementioned clouds3.jpg, a picture of chewbacca from a bag of lays potato chips, the mezmerize album sticker, and a print of the shuttle discovery taking off)
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-23 06:41 pm (UTC)And now i"ve just committed myself to helping clean up for thanksgiving tomorrow;_;
*Goes to run vacuum*