I Can See the Future

I watched the movie Funny People a few days ago, the one with the laugh-out-loud cast that can't possibly disappoint (Adam Sandler, Jonah Hill, Seth Rogen...come on, it has to be funny!) Well, it was funny..for a slapstick loving couch potato who reveled in the common fart joke with occasional hints of sex and his own penis. Suffice to say, it was alright...at times funny, at times excruciatingly painful, with moments where I felt my brain rebel at the obscene amount of juvenile humor.

However, this is not the point of this post. The point is that in the movie there is a scene where Adam Sandler is confronted by his large, gargantuan, blond male doctor who, judging by his thick accent, is a descendant of the Vikings. The doctor is delivering to Sandler the sudden, breaking news that he only has an 8% chance of survival. I guess this was supposed to be one of those deep emotional moments where Adam Sandler, the comedian, only knows how to channel his grief and sadness into what he knows best, his jokes. So he starts telling the doctor that his hideous accent makes the news sound worse than it is because he sounds like a villain from James Bond, and so on and so forth. Nearing the end of this lengthy roast-fest, the doctor, annoyed by these insults, asks Adam if he has any last questions and Seth Rogen, who accompanied Sandler, says, "Yeah, I have one. I bought a cabinet from you guys recently and I need some help." Guffaw, guffaw, guffaw...oh the hilariousness of it all...

But, this got me thinking abut Ikea. And when I think about Ikea, for some reason I start dreaming about my future home. Coincidentally, I also received the Ikea catalog, and that got the inner dreamer in me going at full speed. I've already planned out my living room and bedroom, which is madness! But, I love the whole Swedish mumbo jumbo about open, airy spaces with bright, bold pieces to match your inner personality...and the stuff's cheap, what more do you need? Well, here goes...

Bedroom: So I'm thinking pristine white, but with tons and tons of fluffy orange pillows on the bed and little hints of orange here and there...not even hints, more like little peeps. I want the bed flush against windows with sheer curtains just like this wonderful piece of inspiration. I'm liking the comfy bed, and those lights on the bed are key for late night reading sessions. Airy, ethereal, clean. And those plants! Woah, totally adds to the effect! I'm also thinking of nixing the orange for light, cheery yellows. I think orange might scream YOW! a little loudly for my taste.


Living Room: Yes. Bring on the mismatched, patterned couches, please. Living rooms need color! They're called "living" rooms for Pete's sake. They need sofas you can sink into, rugs that feel like air, bright lighting, bright colors...the works! And I'm thinking white walls with one accented wall of bright green...or orange. Not sure. But I do know that I want a living room looks and feels like a place you want to work in, play in...but never sleep in. I'm a stickler against sleeping in living rooms.


I've also realized that this post was rather odd with it's irrelevant beginning. But I think I can manage a small line about how life is sometimes disconnected, but in the end the small pieces all come together to form something intelligible, something real.

Ah, how I love a post with a moral ending :)