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Tell me something quirky about your house

Well, it's an apartment building, but...

If I go out the back, I am downtown.
If I go out the front, I am not.
 
Hmmm....it's hard to know what's "quirky" versus just ....sad.....

Maybe the fact that I took the doors off of all the kitchen cupboards because I need to see what's in them? (I still have the doors, they just aren't part of the kitchen anymore.)

(If it weren't for hoping to sell the place in a hurry I'd rip out the upper cupboards and have nothing but shelves and hooks and one of those spinny things in the ceiling that you can hang all of your pots and pans from.)
 
Hmm, ok lets see. First I live in a condo building, not a house.

-I have an entire cupboard full to the gills with pasta. This was a legacy of my ex and her hoarding tenancies. I intend to donate most of it to the food bank but never remember. Out of sight, out of mind.

-My stall in the parking garage has 2 motorcycles and no car in it, (though that will change very shortly as I need my car because winter is almost here).

-I do not own a TV (thanks to my ex taking that). I do pretty well everything on my pc and for as rarely as I watch a show the PC is good enough. It Has better speaker quality too. I do ironically have a tv stand furniture unit with no TV on it.

-I also don't own a couch. All the sitting furniture I have is a computer chair and a set of stools that are with the kitchen table that was already here when I moved in. I just don't really have any practical reason to get a couch.

-Other than the day a friend helped me move in, I have never had a visitor here despite living here for 5 months now. Some of that is due to my asocial tenancies, and other is for practical reasons. Like for a friend that has kids and what not it makes a lot more sense for me to go to their house rather than bring the whole brood to my smaller place. An appraiser is supposed to have a look around in a couple weeks. That will be the first other human asides from myself to step foot in here for 5 months.

-My walls and surfaces are entirely barren of art work or pictures of family...etc. The only thing hanging on the wall is a nice earthy wooden thermometer I put beside the old thermostat. I have replaced the cheap crappy original thermostat with a far superior model making the thermometer kind of redundant.

The fact that the building I live in is a little more up scale than average makes this all even more quirky. ;)
 
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The garage of our house is built under the actual house (The drive goes down a slope into it). We don't keep the cars in there, its full of boxes of books dating back to the late 1970's and my late grandfathers shell collection. There is also boxes of books in the house itself (which is why I can,'t close my wardrobe properly).
 
The walls in my home only have cupboards attached in the places I need them.

Other than that they are bare. I like them bare.

I've only just realised I don't have framed photos or artwork on my walls. These things I can recall in great detail and colour in my head.

(I might need to ask my children if the absence of their image all over my walls at various stages of development bothered them. If their friends' wall are covered in photos and mine aren't, did that mean anything to them?)
 
Removed all the 'coverings' from the interior walls and floors and ceilings in my home. I wanted to see what was 'underneath,' what had been hidden. In some places the walls were large wide spruce boards planed on one side which I sanded, and untouched pristine, 200+ year old wide pine floors and ceilings. I'm still in the process of doing this.

In some areas I've covered them over again for purposes of insulation of the exterior walls. There are few pine or spruce trees growing in Canada that have this girth anymore, but I've seen some in national forests, and walked among them. A song for the dead giants.
 
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Removed all the 'coverings' from the interior walls and floors and ceilings in my home. I wanted to see what was 'underneath,' what had been hidden. In some places the walls were large wide spruce boards planed on one side which I sanded, and untouched pristine, 200+ year old wide pine floors and ceilings. I'm still in the process of doing this.

You're a brave soul! ;)
 
Usually, in an uberlarge and ubershi*ty apartment building with uber 8 levels, there is an elevator (also called an ubervator) - to elevate people. especially, there is an elevator to elevate the uberheavy, the uberlazy, the uberold people and wheelchair uberusers because they won't get to the uberlevels when entering on ground level - or when visiting the pitch black underlevel, where the hideous'n'hissing hornswogglers and slimy'n'spitting snozzwanglers lurk. joking (obviously) they've labeled it 'basement'. I'd label it pit of instant death and no return... anyway: yes there is an elevator the size of a matchbox into which you enter folded and sideways, and it goes from underlevel to the ubermost uberlevel. However, there is one design uberflaw my ubersharp architect's eyes perceive. this is that the elevator misses ground level. Well, I guess that if you are wheelchair uberuser you simply get out of the wheelchair in a swift move, carry your wheelchair up a narrow stair - lit with a quarter of a light bulb - with 18 steps, clinging on to a frail rail which has been put there for decoration only, and after this you fold four times (by elegantly dislocating your arms and legs) and slide into the miniature elevator from which, once inside, nobody has ever escaped yet.
 
I have a thing for masks..........(never really thought about the deeper implications of that until now)
and this one's my favourite. It's called 'Somnambulo Cello'.
Somnambulo Cello.webp
 
I only drink one kind of juice at a time for a period of months. I'm on my apple juice phase. My fridge is full of apple juice and almost nothing else.
 
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-When I first bought & moved into my house: The front door opened into a bedroom.

-My kitchen walls and ceiling are painted green screen green (chroma key): Because I like the color....

-My kitchen island has been disconnected from the floor and fitted with casters: So I can push & wheel it around wherever I might need it.

-I keep no food in its original packaging: Everything is repackaged & stored in wide mouth mason jars.

-Said mason jars are displayed neatly on open shelves in the bathroom: Which doubles as my pantry.

-I'm 41 years old and I sleep on the floor: I haven't had a bed-frame under my mattress in 20+ years.
 
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I have a hammock in the living room instead of a couch and no tv. And I took all the doors off my kitchen cabinets bc I could never remember to close them.
 
My Harley stays in the laundry room:

Your laundry room looks bigger than my entire flat

- my flat has no cupboards or draws so everything I own, right down to my underwear, is on display on a huge built in shelving unit which covers an entire wall.

- I don't have a tv or dining table because there's not enough space, and sleep on a sofa bed.
 
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Yeah, it's fairly spacious. I'd say it's about the size of a one-car garage without the large roll-up door. It's a circus act getting the Hog in and out through the little door.

Your flat sounds a lot like an apartment I had years ago. It was a ghastly little room with a twin bed, a dresser, and a micro fridge with a hot-plate; that was before everyone had a microwave. The bathroom was down the hall and it had an old pull-chain toilet. The date on the toilet was 1899.

Thank you for reminding me of the quirkiest thing about my house. We have one of those pull-chain toilets in the basement, seemingly installed but no idea if it's hooked up to any pipes. We are scared of it. It is maybe from around 1914(the year the house was built) but I really don't know. It's a scary thing and I don't want to look that closely.
 
Thank you for reminding me of the quirkiest thing about my house. We have one of those pull-chain toilets in the basement, seemingly installed but no idea if it's hooked up to any pipes. We are scared of it. It is maybe from around 1914(the year the house was built) but I really don't know. It's a scary thing and I don't want to look that closely.
i was scared of the chain operated public toilets beside the in the museum in sunderland
 
Yeah, it's fairly spacious. I'd say it's about the size of a one-car garage without the large roll-up door. It's a circus act getting the Hog in and out through the little door.

Your flat sounds a lot like an apartment I had years ago. It was a ghastly little room with a twin bed, a dresser, and a micro fridge with a hot-plate; that was before everyone had a microwave. The bathroom was down the hall and it had an old pull-chain toilet. The date on the toilet was 1899.
I bet it is, I have enough trouble gettiñ my bicycle inside! Luckily I really love my flat despite it being tiny.
Another quirky thing (although it's really a me quirk than a house quirk) I have to go through 3 locked doors to get in/out of my flat, so when I don't have my bike I climb out the window instead.
 
Those old pull-chain toilets were actually pretty good. They have a serious flush that completes the transaction with only one pull of the chain since it dumps a few gallons of water from several feet in a few seconds. They're actually making a retro comeback and are worth some money.



My place was so small that I didn't even have room for a bicycle. I did have two doors to pass through after getting up the stairs. It was situated in a monstrously huge house that had been converted into individual apartments. The one I had was the smallest. I suspect it might have been either a small bedroom or storage room. Most of the houses on that street had been converted into small apartments, offices, or a combination of both since they were huge houses at one time.

If I was to sell the toilet the buyer would have to remove it themselves. I'm not touching the thing.:eek:
 
My house is a shop... about 4k sq ft. I park my truck and bikes inside. Sleep on the couch but have beds... no cabinets save one. Granite bar. Work benches and tables everywhere...

I bought some books just to put in a bookshelf.
I made a stern looking dog face with chalk and plywood about 4 feet tall. It guards the bathroom.

Only heat a small room in winter.. 100 sq ft or so.

My whole deal is quarky and I like it/need it this way.
Plus I'm in a high traffic, high crime area.
Paradise.
 

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