a new song

Y'all come!

What follows is a virtual tour of the new digs, starting with the downstairs neighbor, Philip. He's quiet, mostly keeps to himself. We haven't seen much of him lately, and suspect that he may have been eaten by his girlfriend, Henrietta.

Here's where you'll put your shoes when you come visit. Unless you are the neighbs, in which case you will put your shoes immediately adjacent to the fancy-ass shoe cubby, leaving a maximum amount of space for...you know, other shoes. Don't ask me, man. It's a mystery.

More hyper-organization on the way to the living room. Damn you HGTV!

This is the part of the living room that allows us to show off how intellectual we are. Notice the carefully chosen camera angle that creates the illusion that the alcove is full of books rather than boxes, lamps, and assorted moving shrapnel.

Aaah, yes. A quiet space in which a neighbs and his dog can escape the mundane pursuits of the workaday world and relax with a book chosen from the aforementioned copious library. Also watch Aqua Teen Hungerforce, as it turns out.
My Renaissance man, abstracted in his serenade. Either that, or he's enjoying the perpetual garlic breeze emanating from Cogan's Pizza, just a stone's throw away.

Heading down the hallway in the opposite direction, a portrait of the neighbs's mother casts a watchful eye over Laundry Central.

For the record, the neighbs wanted this to be a naked picture, so I made him take off all his clothes before snapping this shot.

The bad news is, what looked like our yard in the initial photos we saw of the place turned out not to be ours at all.

The good news is, holy dining room! Seriously!

And on to the kitchen, where we have a dishwarsher so we don't have to warsh our own dishes every thirty-five seconds like in our last place.

"Holy crap! Is that a Lazy Susan?" you're probably asking yourself. Why, yes! It is a Lazy Susan.

They make some really hot water down here, lemme tell ya.

We built this cookbook-and-hangy-utensil shelf ourselves. Out of shelf brackets and a piece of shelf and what we crafty types sometimes refer to as "hangy things".

Don't be coy, neighbs. It's okay. You can come out of the pantry. Come on, now. Come on out of the pantry.

There are some other parts of the apartment, but you'll just have to come see them for yourself.