Entry 000179; 01.21.04

So if everything goes smoothly, it looks like Nathan and I will have a house by the end of March. I can't really get excited about it. I feel like it just won't work out. Once we actualy close the deal and move in, it will probably sink in and I can spin around in happiness.

Meanwhile, I am getting excited about decorating it, because it's a safe bet that eventually, even if this house doesn't work out, that I will get some place to settle myself into. Eventually.

I've been flipping through magazines full of color schemes and overstuffed furniture. I've been scanning ads and designs and themes and everything, looking for the sort of scene I want to live in for the next 20 years or so (Though it's more like five years, since I get bored quickly).

Since there has been a huge remodelling design craze on TV, I'm taking advantage of my free time and Dan and Sarah's Tivo to watch all these bored-housewife shows. They are all essentially the same show - hopelessly tasteless lazy people call in sassy professionals to handle thier home and possessions. The Sassy Professionals paint entire rooms without getting thier clothes dirty. They decide how to design a room and build all new furniture for it in a day or so.

The idea behind these shows is that people have so much stuff, and such bad taste, they can't just set aside a weekend to figure it all out themselves. The Sassy Professionals usually bring Good-Looking carpenters with them, and I can see how that can be useful, a carpenter at your call. But figuring out what to do with your house? Figuring out what to throw away? Do you really need Mr. or Ms. Sassy Professional for that? These people have so much stuff that it's to the point where they will buy more stuff and rearrange thier stuff to support thier stuff habits.

It has occured to me that I am sitting here watching people do the boring crap that I did this summer...sorting junk into piles. This is entertainment? I don't really get why anyone would watch this more than once, as far as the sorting things into piles and throwing them out. It was interesting to watch once, to see what the show protocol is, but then, there are only so many times you can watch people sort thier stuff before you realize that it's all the same thing over and over again. Right? It never occured to me that me walking around the dance hall sorting piles of junk into other piles of junk might be interesting. I should have taped it.

I spent alllll night painting the gallery. It occured to me that someone could make a decent amount of money by working as painters-in-underwear. Someone told me once about a friend of his who worked for an all-woman roofing company. They marketed themselves by roofing in bikinis. If you think about how much strippers make, plus how much house-painters make, and you take into account how popular bikini-girl carwashes are, you could make a decent mint marketing yourself as a person who will come to your house and paint in your underwear. Honestly, I don't like painting clothed anyway, since it's easier to wash skin than clothing, and painting is sweaty work.