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duckduckthrallChairs. Now, chairs are something interesting. They allow you to take a load off your feet, and sit down. Without chairs, we'd really be up a creek without a paddle. We'd all have sore bums from sitting on the ground. That said, over the course of my lifetime, I have discovered that I have a *complete* inability to sit still when forced to sit in a chair for an extended period of time. I can never find room for my legs, my tailbone always becomes sore, then my back starts to go. Or it could be that I generally have the attention span of a gnat when I'm made to sit and watch something in a chair.
In my opinion, chairs have been around for just about always. I imagine that cavemen sat in chairs (made of stone), just after they discovered fire. Dinosaurs sat on chairs (made of trees), and sat around discussing great literature. I just imagine they probably got a lot more comfortable as the years went by. You know, once pillows and the word "comfortable" had been invented. In fact, comfortable as a word, probably came about as a result of the invention of couches. Couches, sofas, chesterfields, whatever you like to call them.
Reading the above paragraph, you would think I never learned about the evolution of man. I did, I'm just not interested in expounding on it in a treatise about chairs. Even if this treatise on chairs has already and will probably wander away and get lost on its way back, because it was hungry and needed to stop and get cookies.
I can bring this back around to chairs, however. Today, Ruy and his dad came and took away some of our furniture and boxes, so the apartment is emptier. I mention this, because chairs *may* have been one of the things that left with this week's furniture load. Or not. Maybe they just got moved to somewhere where I'm more likely to trip over them. For owning so many chairs, we sure don't do a lot of chair-sitting. Which brings me back to couches.
While we lived with Ruy's parents back in late 2006, 2007, there was this couch/futon from Ikea that I always thought was kind of nice. Then it came with us to our apartment out near UBC, where it began to fall apart like a house of cards, if a house of cards cracked ominously in several places. By the time we moved out of there, we had duct-taped pieces back together, reattached metal pieces, and held up the flagging, sagging couch with an entire collection of the Encyclopedia of Philosophy. I hear the couch is just barely still standing today, at Ruy's mother's apartment. Then, we got my sister's old couch, when she and her husband moved and bought a (frankly) much nicer couch. It's a serviceable couch, but it's not nearly long enough, the colour is fading, and the entire thing has seen better days. So, come April and the new apartment, we're going to get a nice, new couch. Unfortunately, it will likely come from Ikea. I had no idea just how crappy their furniture was, until I started living with Ruy, who owns some of Ikea's finest. You know, I've bought many useful items from Ikea in my day, and not one of them can I sit on. Because if I did, it would probably break. Actually, their lamps aren't very good either, and they use weird proprietary lightbulbs. Yeah.
I am not currently sitting in a chair, which is unfortunate, because my back is kind of killing me, and I think I could use some fine lumbar support.
Ruy is watching the Dune miniseries, and so far, it's pretty bad. And I mean bad in the sense that I've seen (most of) the actual movie, with Kyle MacLachlan and his chin, and Sting in his desert speedo, and everything, and this is actually worse. Who knew such a thing were possible?
Either way, it's distracting me from my treatise on chairs, and I'm kind of nodding off anyway, so I might as well end this here. Blehhh. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a whole new wealth of words. Also, I think I'm hungry. Yay.
Word Count: 710
Word Count to Date: 13632
In my opinion, chairs have been around for just about always. I imagine that cavemen sat in chairs (made of stone), just after they discovered fire. Dinosaurs sat on chairs (made of trees), and sat around discussing great literature. I just imagine they probably got a lot more comfortable as the years went by. You know, once pillows and the word "comfortable" had been invented. In fact, comfortable as a word, probably came about as a result of the invention of couches. Couches, sofas, chesterfields, whatever you like to call them.
Reading the above paragraph, you would think I never learned about the evolution of man. I did, I'm just not interested in expounding on it in a treatise about chairs. Even if this treatise on chairs has already and will probably wander away and get lost on its way back, because it was hungry and needed to stop and get cookies.
I can bring this back around to chairs, however. Today, Ruy and his dad came and took away some of our furniture and boxes, so the apartment is emptier. I mention this, because chairs *may* have been one of the things that left with this week's furniture load. Or not. Maybe they just got moved to somewhere where I'm more likely to trip over them. For owning so many chairs, we sure don't do a lot of chair-sitting. Which brings me back to couches.
While we lived with Ruy's parents back in late 2006, 2007, there was this couch/futon from Ikea that I always thought was kind of nice. Then it came with us to our apartment out near UBC, where it began to fall apart like a house of cards, if a house of cards cracked ominously in several places. By the time we moved out of there, we had duct-taped pieces back together, reattached metal pieces, and held up the flagging, sagging couch with an entire collection of the Encyclopedia of Philosophy. I hear the couch is just barely still standing today, at Ruy's mother's apartment. Then, we got my sister's old couch, when she and her husband moved and bought a (frankly) much nicer couch. It's a serviceable couch, but it's not nearly long enough, the colour is fading, and the entire thing has seen better days. So, come April and the new apartment, we're going to get a nice, new couch. Unfortunately, it will likely come from Ikea. I had no idea just how crappy their furniture was, until I started living with Ruy, who owns some of Ikea's finest. You know, I've bought many useful items from Ikea in my day, and not one of them can I sit on. Because if I did, it would probably break. Actually, their lamps aren't very good either, and they use weird proprietary lightbulbs. Yeah.
I am not currently sitting in a chair, which is unfortunate, because my back is kind of killing me, and I think I could use some fine lumbar support.
Ruy is watching the Dune miniseries, and so far, it's pretty bad. And I mean bad in the sense that I've seen (most of) the actual movie, with Kyle MacLachlan and his chin, and Sting in his desert speedo, and everything, and this is actually worse. Who knew such a thing were possible?
Either way, it's distracting me from my treatise on chairs, and I'm kind of nodding off anyway, so I might as well end this here. Blehhh. Hopefully, tomorrow will bring a whole new wealth of words. Also, I think I'm hungry. Yay.
Word Count: 710
Word Count to Date: 13632
