Come on in! The water's lovely!

Happy Memorial Day weekend, everyone -- especially househunter Julie, who found this inviting "Swimming Pool/Hot Tub/Sauna"! We'll all be there for your pool party... I've got my onion dip all ready to go.

Happy Memorial Day weekend, everyone -- especially househunter Julie, who found this inviting "Swimming Pool/Hot Tub/Sauna"! We'll all be there for your pool party... I've got my onion dip all ready to go.
Shhhh. Please be quiet; they're about to have Spock's funeral.
(Rrrrr! Paramount has had all the clips they [and I] can find of that scene from Star Trek II taken down, so I can't put a nice little segment here showing that I'm not insane. And maybe I am, I don't know, but I swear that was the first thing I thought of when Holly sent me this. Just load up the space casket, put it on the counter, and shove him out the airlock at the end... on the other hand, I just woke up and this might make no sense. On the third hand, it's not like the posts I write in the middle of the day make sense, either.)

Yes, there's a lot to wonder about in this listing Jason found. So many, many bad photo choices. But my eye is caught by those blue kegs. What do they contain? Blue paint? Is this where the Blue Man Group hangs out, where they stockpile their spare paint? Somehow I pictured something more glamorous for them... but what do I know about showbiz? (Answer: bupkis.)

"...spiritualists and religious communities tend to interpret metaphysical levitation as the supernatural action of the Holy Spirit, a God, a poltergeist, psychokinesis, or some other being or force within their own belief system." Realtors, on the other hand, know that levitation is an indication of Full Fished Basement W Ceramic Tiles And Brand New Bar.
(Found by Kalissa.)

How thoughtful -- they left a cosy little nook for Chair. And clearly they're respecting Chair's autonomy, as nobody would ever want to sit there. It is for Chair, and Chair alone.
(Found by Carmen.)
I have absolutely no idea what I'm looking at here. It's a... door? That opens? Onto a wall? With an Iron Maiden poster stuck on a mural and a framed picture tucked kind of behind it? That can't be right, but what can?
Fortunately the listing, found by Michelle in Arizona, explains the other photos. It "Boasts a neo-gothic rock wall in the living room. It would be a great starter home for a new home buyer with the Seattle / grunge upbringing." See? There it is!
Or maybe it isn't. Maybe the top photo is the neo-gothic rock wall. And what's a grunge upbringing? Are people actually raising children in grunge, like bringing them up in a church? (I'm raising my children in grunge, but it's just because I spend all my time on the interweb and none of it cleaning the house.)
But anyway. Come on, the real estate agent's coming over. The least you can do is tuck the mummy back in the sarcophagus. People!


Lazy contractor, finishing with just the grid lines up. Go on, control-paste the ceiling and then you'll be done...
(Found by Isabel.)

Aw, who's a cute little listing? Who? Who? You is! You is a cute little listing!
(Found by Crys.)
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?

A teeny tiny little real estate agent took this photo, holding the camera as high as he or she could. The camera was too heavy for the teeny tiny little real estate agent's arms; thus the blurriness. Poor teeny tiny little real estate agent.

THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE! EVERYBODY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! WOMEN AND BLOGGERS FIRST! AAAAAHHHHHHH!
(Note: the bottom photo is not from the listing. My young son just did that for me. Should I report myself to CPS and just get it over with?)
Heather found this listing. Tum-te-tum, just a perfectly normal room, nothing to see here, nothing at all.
Move along folks, no reason for you to be thinking of crime scenes... I'm sure there are plenty of kids' games that involve flash cards like these:

I don't understand what I'm looking at. I just don't. Even though it's just a tiny photo Danny found, it's somehow setting off my vertigo. I see the figure in the corner, then my eye wanders up to the ceiling fan, then whoomp next thing I know I've passed out on the floor.