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Most perplexing.
I find it rather peculiar how we only moved one floor down, and into a larger place, and somehow it's still a ridiculous chore in trying to get everything organized and set up. But so far all the evenings we've spent finding places for our oddities is paying off.
The apartment is starting to look like people actually live here. And if you were to glance in the spare bedroom, it's starting to look like an otaku has fortified himself in there. It's strange in a way: we both agreed from the start that the spare room would be a guest room/my writing area/Mel's work & sewing area. However, the decor looks like Gary's Anime collection exploded all over the room.
In some places, you can see only patches of wall between the armada of wall scrolls. In the other places, you can't even tell me what colour the paint on the wall is, since the army o' pencil boards has commandeered the entire view. (Though to counterpoint, this is actually an improvement. The wall colour is a disgustingly pale pink, similar to the syrup you find in medicine bottles that claim the artificial strawberry flavour is tasty, but all you ever actually taste is the artificial bit.)
And not even all the pencil boards are up at this point, too. Somehow I managed to run out of stickytak and must purchase more if I'm to get the remaining 30 shitajiki on the walls. (Which is also rather peculiar, since all of said stickytak was more than enough when the pencil boards were located upstairs.)
Even still, the overabundance of Anime thematics in this single room has me slightly unnerved. Whereas in our previous apartment, we were able to spread all of the eye candy across multiple rooms, it's all concentrated in here. So while I'm betting many an otaku might stroll in and never want to leave, I must admit to feeling like I've somehow taken over the entire room and turned it into the fansubbed equivalent of a "Sekrit Club: No Girls Alowd" treefort populated by a couple of silly-arsed, seven year-old boys.
Mel has reassured me that this works just fine for her, since we can put other photos, pictures and non-Anime artwork all around the rest of the apartment. But damn, it feels like I've walked into something right out of
Genshiken whenever I step inside.
Speaking of all things Anime-related, I made the mistake of purchasing
Deathnote vol. 1. Now I am compelled by forces beyond my control to purchase the other volumes thus far released and catch up on the happiness I didn't even know I was missing.
In other news, this morning I discovered a brand new pair of boxer shorts I'd purchased almost a year ago and subsequently lost somewhere in our old apartment. I will be celebrating this joyous reunion by girding my loins with them tomorrow. Though sadly, the one black sock that mysteriously vanished around the same time has yet to return to me, and its widow/mate is still alone and despondent by this loss.
Today's Lesson: it's very surreal to be researching strip clubs for a Potterfic. Why can't I just be lazy like so many other fic authors out there and just make crap up? (Meh. I really can't complain, since I get to start things off with a horoscope proclaiming: your doom is certain and imminent.)
posted by Phillip at 8:31 PM
