YSaC, Vol. 1659: She’s my chairy pie.
2014 January 31
vintage wood chair
Make offer.
In the middle of the picture.
and three in picture.
OK, sparky, we need to talk. That’s not a chair – that’s your daughter. At least, I assume it’s your daughter. It may be just some random little girl that you are holding for ransom wandered into your picture. However, you are absolutely, positively not allowed to sell her on Craigslist. And if it is the ransom thing, try magazine cutouts like everyone else.
Thanks for the post, Tamara!
Uh, Dan, we may have to consider that the pink-clad tyke, is, in fact, Sparkie.
The presence of at least two wooden spindle chairs in the middle background (Sparkie, naturally, occupies the center of the photo) could support this. The other photo being taken by dumb-ol’ [relative name] of a blender being included sos they’d stop whining while usin’ the computer.
Sigh. You couldn’t even drag them out into the yard and take a picture of one of them? Not even an attempt to remove the junk from the kitchen table? Yet your vintage daughter’s face had been blurred in which I assume is a program like paint shop that had to be opened, executed, and saved? That’s it! I’ve had enough! Bring me my cursed sword and the rest of the Knights of the Red Table! I’ll save us all from the insanity! No! You cannot sell your vintage daughter on craigslist! I hereby decree that you, Sir Sparklton, may never use craigslist to sell anything ever again or I will unleash the Three Great Evils on you and your ears will cringe in horror as I decapitate with my mighty Ikea Sword!
Actually, I blurred the kid’s face out. It was perfectly visible in the original ad.
Oh, that makes me feel better. Not really, I suspected as much, because, you know, people.
*Opens mouth to say something*
*Closes mouth*
*defeated sigh* I’m really not surprised at all by that.
Vintage Daughter is the name of my Warrant cover band.
How much do you want to bet that someone’s offer will be to take the chair in return for not reporting Sparky for hoarding?
*rubs temples*
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigghhhhhhh……..Sparky, Sparky, Sparky…what? The chair, the single, wooden, spindle-laden chair was too fecking heavy to isolate and take a picture of?
Or, the other chairs – in a show of solidarity – refused to let you get close enough?
WOW!!! What a relatively NEAT garage you have….certainly better than most of the garages we see on CL….move out the compressor and a chair…(and get rid of the kid mugging for the camera) and you could probably get a car in there….uh, well, the kitchen…not so much.
Jazzie, I think that’s the livingroom.
It’s still nicer than most of the living rooms we see on CL….
I wish my garage looked so nice, tits aside.
Meg….I’d pay to see that….
I don’t think they could fit a car in their kitchen even if it was clean and clutter-free 😉
Judging by the compressor and hose, the pinky -bluey thing is an inflatable love doll; their faces are never realistic.
I’m more confused by the box of “Nik Mik.” A Google search doesn’t reveal any product by that name; is it Sparky’s homemade label for the Nick Nacs from yesterday?
I tried listing wood chairs on craigslist once, but the SEC told me I was supposed to register as a broker. I now stick to log tables.
http://www.ebay.com/sch/i.html?_trksid=p2050601.m570.l1313.TR0.TRC0.Xnik+mik&_nkw=nik+mik&_sacat=0&_from=R40
I searched on eBay and got a bunch of CDs. So apparently “Nik Mik” really is the name of someone’s cover band! For reals this time!
How about “Export 11.90”? Maybe it’s a note Sparky left himself, reminding him to export some of this crap from his house. Way back in the 90s.
I have this vague rememory from one of the cooking channel shows that “Nik Mik” is a candy made by some almost-forgotten confectioner. This could be a “Mike and Ike” product variant–but, I’m relying upon a Friday brain which has left for the weekend about 1645 yesterday, too.
If I had that hammer
I’d hammer on his blender
I’d hammer on his Nik Mik
Just to thwart all his plans.
Brer Fox…thanks for the Pete Seeger reference. R.I.P. Pete….
Sparky: A chair! A chair! I found a picture of a chair, may I sell her?
CL: How do you know it is a picture of a chair?
Sparky: I can see it!
CL: You can see the chair?
Sparky: Yes! … Well… a bit.
CL: There are ways of telling if it is a picture of a chair. What do you do with a chair?
Sparky: Sit on it!
CL: And what else can you sit on?
Sparky: …The floor?
CL: Good! And can you see the floor?
Sparky: Yes!
CL: Then yes, it is a picture of a chair.
Meeshybee—did you really have that conversation with Sparky?—or did you just make it up?—-I can’t never tell—-
I did work in customer service for a long time so I’ve had many conversations with Sparkii.
Ok, someone mentioned the compressor, so, I went back to look at the photo again (there’s a variety of compressor referred to as a “hot dog” which would make a good food pun).
To discover I had not noticed the unpainted (or left on the prairie windblasted) chair 25% visible in front of the compressor.
If we apply sparkii-level accuracy, it’s near the middle(ish) of the photo. Add in the two on the back wall, and the one holding the boxes in the other photo, and that adds up to the 5 Spark’ has cited in the ad.
I still contend that the author is in the pink jacket, though.
Oh, if I could only digitize myself into the middle of the picture, I could make an offer.
But I don’t know how to do this.
Offer not valid in lower 48 states, northern single state, or that state that is surrounded by water and made up of little pieces.
Two words:
*jazz hands*
oo!…thanks!..MissMommy!….
Tits aside, that linoleum is standard issue 1970s awesome. I’ve lived in several apartments with it.
Oh, the shy and elusive chair. If only they would stay still long enough to get a picture! They keep scurrying off into corners.
Me: Okay, Minion. I mean, M2N2. Who do we need to punch today?
M2N2: Well, tits aside, there’s meeshybee, Lou Stoll, ghostie, and Hammy.
Me: So there’s three.
M2N2: Four.
Me: Right, four. Bring out the Punch-O-Matic.
M2N2: It’s in the shop. You got some snark stuck in it and broke the illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator.
Me: Darn. Okay, so we’ll do this manually. Line up the snarkers.
M2N2:Fine, but after this I have to go to my needle-point class.
Me: Just get the “winners” lined up!
M2N2: Sheesh, what a grouch. (sounds of people in shackles being herded into the room.) Ready when you are, Mama Windy.
Me: meeshybee, Lou Stoll, ghostie, and Hammy. You three–
M2N2: Four!
Me: Stop practicing your golf swings in here! Ahem. You lot were in the box and now you are out. Punchity Punch Punch!
MsN2: I hate when they get blood on the red table.
That sounds awfully scientific of me. Winning!
I seem to have gotten little red spots on this list, but I believe Dave and the Farrah Trib, C!!J, tea-man, and meshbee are in the box this week! Congradulations.
…Congrabulations…there, fixed it fo ya’…