Brains..... plastic braaaiiiinnnnssss.....

Help! It's just like Night of the Living Dead here. But in the day. And in a real estate listing. And with the part of Zombie Mob being played by Chairs.

But other than that, they're indistinguishable.

Estonia is known for its decorated eggs.

Estonia finally has a lovely listing, thanks to Laura... and it requires the use of the Modesty Chair. Shame, shame, Estonia.

(Immodest version here, for those of you who don't mind encouraging such behavior.)

Long Time No See

Oh, how sad. I've been neglecting poor Chair, and now Chair has to try to sneak into photos that are weird all on their own -- like this one Mandy found. Sorry, Chair!

I've got your "Driveway Moment" right here, NPR

Finally, a solution for those times when you're just too tired to make it all the way in to the house. Presenting: The Driveway Bed. Nighty-night!

One building; so many opportunities.

The morning amphetamines haven't kicked in yet, and I'm having a tough time figuring out what I'm looking at. Is it one of those buildings where firefighters practice with their hoses and ladders?

No, wait. It seems to be some sort of an underground bar / bathhouse.

Even the Chairs are cowering in the corner, uncertain what they're supposed to be doing about the giant manta ray that swooped down into the missile silo.

And in this room, we have a giant hatbox. Or possibly a six-foot-across wedding cake. Why? What's going to leap out of it? Will it hurt me?

Wandering over here, we seem to be in a lawyer's waiting room.

Or maybe not. I'm not saying this is a bordello. I'm just saying... never mind. On advice of the legal counsel I waited for above, I'm not saying anything.

Now we seem to be in an office. Or a movie set. Possibly a furniture showroom.

Noooo... we're in an airport? In Dubai? In 1978?

Ah hah! It's a fire station! All is clear.

(Found by Beth, who says that it isn't even in a residential area but instead is on a service road. That doesn't really help with the confusion, does it?)

Someday, Stool, all this will be yours.

Ahhh. Sometimes a Chair just has to survey its land. It's a good morning to be a Chair!

(Found by Danny.)

Come home, all is forgiven

Oh, no! I was just thinking this morning that Chair hadn't shown up in a while. It turns out Chair had made its way over to the Netherlands, where Nicolet found him. Like so many people on their big youthful European trip, it seems Chair has fallen in with a bad crowd. Stop, Chair! Come back! America's sunny backyards are waiting for you!

Not included: prince

Want to buy the house Salamanda found? First you have to spend the night in this bedroom. If you toss and turn all night because of the pea under the mattresses, it's yours!

Meanwhile, in the back yard...

Oh, blue Chairs, why do you discriminate? Bring the table back and let Chair join in your game.

But anyway. It's not just an Ohio thing! Kansas is looking for a princess, too, as this listing knitorpurl found shows:

I am confused. The castles don't look like I expected them to. I'm clearly out of touch with modern royalty.

Legs crossed

 

Dang, poor Chair. I hate when there's a line for the outhouse.



(Found by (@_@) ac900434.)

Fear the white plastic fury

Those of you who have been thinking there's too much Chair might want to see this listing Sarah found. This was a perfectly nice kitchen until Chair had a full-on temper tantrum and destroyed the place, then stormed off.

Do not mess with Chair.

Help me help me please Chair is threatening me

Hand me a flame thrower

Eeeeeek

You monsters!

I... I don't understand. What are these people doing to the Chairs? They'll squish them! Get off them, you fiends!


(Found by s.e.)

Included: timeout

I'm not addicted. I can stop putting up photos of Chair any time I want.

Thank you for not making me a footstool

Shhh. Chair and Chair's friend, Chair, are praying.

While the armchair is distracted by the TV...

Chair! Not in the dining room! Shame on both of you.

Chair is everywhere

More Chair than you'll know what to do with can be found on Jens Thiel's functionalfate.org. Chair... so much Chair... Chair upon Chair, which I'm not sure I approve of:



By a weird coincidence, I got an e-mail from Jens as I was writing this. Coincidence -- or the power of Chair?

La-la la la, la-la la la, Elmo's Wall

What have you done to Elmo? Oh, you fiends! Why? Why?

And it gets worse outside, as chase pointed out. Small children, look away!


Modesty Chair applied to protect the innocent. Smuttier people can click on the photo below for Chair-on-Chair action (and shame on those people for looking).

But other lands have Chair, too, and arrows

Chair's Finnish trip, as found by Sanna, continues.

Päivää, Chair!

Readers will be happy to know that Sanna found Chair relaxing in Finland. Take it easy, Chair, but you might want to stay out of the sauna.

Out where everyone can see you, oh, the shame...

Monica found Chair either dead or passed out drunk. Is it time for an intervention? We could trick Chair into going to the local garden supply store...

Run! Be free!

"Come with me, Treadmill!" said Chair. "We were meant to be together. Just spin, spin, spin your belt and roll out the door! Green pastures are waiting for us. Come, Treadmill, my darling, come!"


(Found by Tami.)
(This blog makes less and less sense with every passing day.)