idea for mr clean

I started thinking about the filthiness of the Flintstones home. Even if Wilma cleaned all day, her cleaning equipment and household appliances consist of furry wisecracking mammals and tamed dinosaurs. The kitchen fossett is a mammoth's trunk. After cleaning the surfaces must be covered in thin film of mammoth snot. So I figured what they need is Mr. Cleanstone*, because he gets rid of dino dirt and feet grime and furry coffee maker grease and mammoth snot.

*for real mr. clean is a sailor, not a genie.

ET

ET is super pissed that they left him

Apartment decor sort of

I've been trying to put my new place together. It is still a mess so forgive me.

This is the window frost film from home depot.
You can cut it to fit a few different dimensions. That's a picture of Rebecca I took with my 35mm manual. It's sitting by my bungee, spray sunblock and a Halloween chatkie gift that I feel guilty about throwing out.
If this were Cribs I would now say "This is were the procrastination happens" literately. It took me a long time to build a makeshift canopy that did not look like a fort. Before, I had some old curtains dividing my bedroom from my living room. Those curtains got on my nerves. I'm thinking of buying a canopy bed so first thought I would try it out. Yes, I'm a girlie-girl sometimes. I use to have a canopy until I switched to a daybed. Since I've lived in NY I have not bought a bed. I used to sleep on an icky musician's futon which smelled of beer and dust until my neighbors offered me their full-size when they upgrade to a queen.

My computer is sitting on a school desk from the school across the street. It was perfectly good after I pulled the leg into place.

Oh yeah Tricia keeps asking what the other side looks like. It's more cluttered now, at least until I install my organizing things. Here is was it looked like a few weeks ago...

new dude