I remember seeing the link for 3191 on Ali's blog quite a while back, but for some reason, I didn't really see it until it was a daily link at Dooce.com. That said, I love the idea of finding cool details and images, every day, in your own home. Yes…I love the idea. Doesn't mean I even remotely have the desire to do something like that myself, but still…I love the thought.
Which reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in Spinal Tap (and not the one I'm linking you to here mind you, but)…one that Dan and I re-enact, frequently:
David St. Hubbins: We say, "Love your brother." We don't say it really, but…
Nigel Tufnel: We don't literally say it.
David St. Hubbins: No, we don't say it.
Nigel Tufnel: We don't really, literally mean it.
David St. Hubbins: No, we don't believe it either, but…
Anyway…I have three porthole windows in my house. Why? I have no idea. I think the people we bought the house from back in '93 had gotten a three-for-one deal at Home Depot. Therefore, three porthole windows. The one pictured above looks into nothing. It's just a window, with a mirror, in my little bathtub cubby. The angel is praying that Coleman will take more than one bath a week. Or that I will stop stepping on the scale every morning and letting loose a string of slightly-too-audible expletives.
But back to the porthole windows. If I'm feeling really imaginative, I pretend I'm on a ship. But that's where it ends. No funny anecdotes. No Captain Stubing. No Isaac. No coked-out Julie. (or wait, was it the daughter that was all coked out?) Regardless, I just pretend I'm on a ship, for like, three to fours seconds. Then I move on.
I'm not a big fan of boats.