Welcome to my homenode, fair noder. I have pissed in all the corners of this little patch of personal space although you probably can't smell it from wherever you are. I have also put up bookshelves all along one wall and filled the shelves with books I've read, ones I intend reading, and print-outs of my favourite nodes. There is a leather couch, the leather is a deep blood red and is worn out and frayed, but still smells of leather whenever I sit back comfortably. You probably can't smell that either. The wall behind me is painted a deep, night-sky, blue and there is nothing hanging and no furniture covering any of it. It is one solid wall of blue from floor to ceiling, with the couch I'm sitting on in the exact centre. Strains of a horn are all that can be identified at the volume that some early bebop is playing on an old hi-fi, tube-amp glowing eerily in it's darkened corner. You can't hear that either.
Update : I've cleaned up the piss because it annoyed my puppy.
The Webster 1913 Un-Everything Project
* = Thanks to DyRE
+ = Thanks to Oolong(man?)
# = Thanks to StrawberryFrog
Nodes Conspicuous in their absence:
Your favourite band sucks.