Monday, November 12, 2007

Basement Blogging

So, do any of you fine readers ever wonder about the Fortress of Fury? Does Mr Furious blog poolside with a Corona at arms length? Maybe from a deer blind as he polishes his bolt-action?...Underground bunker?...Well, wonder no longer...

Here is your long-awaited (or not) look into the cockpit where I pilot the Starship Furious...


"Crap Factor Six, Mr Chekov!"

Why am I sharing this abomination? Because this is my self-initiated intervention—"You're a fucking slob, Mr Furious. I know you're busy as hell, and this isn't all your fault, but look at that fucking disaster." Mrs. F packed up all the Halloween decor, but I can't even get the bins over to the storage closet. Something has to give...


[L to R, top] 1. The bottom of the steps—where we shove everything from upstairs when we need to quickly get things out of the way. Supposedly a "temporary staging area," and those things will be put away when we have time. That time never arrives. 2. Another view of my desk. Shudder. 3. Believe it or not, that treadmill does get used. The pilates machine too. Just not by me... [bottom] 4. The home "theater." How relaxing... 5. You thought you had a hard time finding the remotes... 6. Clothes unloaded from the dryer onto the concrete floor still count as "clean."

So I am posting these for some motivation, and, assuming I'm ever done, for affirmation. Of course, as I took these photos this afternoon, I had grand plans of cranking out some serious cleaning while Baby F napped and Kid F was at a birthday party...Might even have some football on in the background...As soon as I snapped 'em, Baby F woke up, distraction ensued and ten hours later the room is exactly the same.

An auspicious beginning...

8 comments:

Chris Howard said...

I know exactly what you're going through. We've had the same issues ever since we got our first place together in college. Our office is the crap collector. It's a 4th bedroom and much smaller than your basement, but it was a mess. Finally got that spruced up mostly a couple of months ago. Then I have to move on to our closet, the garage and the two sheds.

Toast said...

Wow. I am speechless. Thank you. I will never feel bad about our home being messy again.

michelline said...

—"You're a fucking slob, Mr Furious.

You said it. I'm just agreeing. Wow. (of course, you're not going to see a picture of the Howard house anytime soon. We're in the middle of decorating for Christmas and it looks like a hurricane hit)

Smitty said...

Mr. F, I'm with you. I feel your pain.

We bought and moved into this lovely new house in the burbs. Part of that motivation was that a lovely, modern, updated house would be kept more clean and organized.

Gods no.

Our huge new basement is the staging area for one-year-later-as-of-yet-unpacked boxes and all of the shit that we clear out of the way when we have guests. Our basement, unfortunately, is like the Bag of Plenty +300; the more shit we shove down there, the more room it seems to have. Uncanny.

Avery Gray said...

Why bother? It will just come back, only next time it will be worse!

(This is what I tell my husband. He doesn't buy it either!)

BTW, came here from your loverly wife's blog. You guys are too funny!

Mrs. Furious said...

Why bother? It will just come back, only next time it will be worse!

lol... yeah you are looking at it!

I would like to note that our upstairs does NOT look like this!.

yeah the situation is so bad it is kind of laughable. I was trying to watch TV.. and yes that is our TV (only TV)... I had to sit on top of a weird assortment of misc laundry.. and of course I did.. I didn't even move it out of the way!

Mr Furious said...

UPDATE: Not dramatic enough progress for a photo update, but I got all of the various baby swings, bouncy seats, bassinet, etc disaassembled and packed back in their boxes. That's huge.

What's equally huge is Mrs. F, seeing what I was up to, announcing, "Don't put those back in the storage room, put them in your trunk and take them to "Once Upon a Child."

THAT is what needs to happen—PURGE WHENEVER POSSIBLE!

Mike said...

Wow. That room is an absolute disgrace.

Well done, sir.