The curtains, they do nothing!

I can't tell from the photo if these teensy curtains are on the shower curtain rod, or if they're in front of the window. Either way... wha'?

Cross my listing with silver

If I had a room like this in my house, I would earn pin money by holding séances in my spare time.

This is just weird. And sad.

This house is for sale:

As the listing says, it's an "excellent opportunity to own the property of legendary jazz artist Ernestine Anderson." But then it says the value is in the land, so really it's an opportunity to buy her house and knock it down.

Your blurriness will not save you.

Despite the Vaseline on your camera lens, I can still tell that something has gone horribly, horribly wrong on that carpet. Still, I'm happier with it blurry, I think.

How homey!

If you could pick only one photo to show the interior of a house you were trying to sell, would this be it?

Have I mentioned my claustrophobia?

You have a choice. You can have windows, letting in fresh air and sunlight -- or you can have the world's largest plug-in headboard. How to choose?

It's a tiki hut! In Shoreline!

OK, actually it isn't a thatched tiki hut... but I thought it was when I first glanced at this photo. (I do not mock! I love! Imagine how good it must smell inside. I do wonder what it looks like the rest of the year, though.)