I see an old coat. You?
What is the first thing you see when you lift your head up from your computer?
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(Wow, OP, you really are bored.)
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The body that just hit my windshield.
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My splendidly appointed palace rooms, papered in silk, in Clarence House.
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The view of the street outside my living room window.
Really exciting, I know.
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A Renuzit air freshener cone.
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A Guillermo Nunñez painting on my wall.
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My cat staring at me.
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My husband picking at his feet on his lazy boy....plant in the background.
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Two panda bears eating bamboo.
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Toilet paper dispenser and a bottle of bourbon.
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A large-sized, framed photo of a sunrise in Tahiti taken by my now deceased aunt. The wall behind it is a pleasant, light gold color. I'm in my father's house.
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A Smilodon skull.
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Two double-matted 1870s German engravings; one with architectural details of bridges, the other with engineering breakdowns of locomotives. Two insanely expensive gifts to myself, but hey, you only live once.
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A vintage one sheet for "Payment on Demand" starring Bette Davis.
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Blinds. Window blinds. Not a bunch of blind people.
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Is it me, or is "blind" a really weird word?
|by Anonymous||reply 22||07/30/2013|
My flat screen, OP.
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A big cock.
|by Anonymous||reply 24||07/30/2013|
A silk screen painting or maybe my TV.
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A painting done for me by a friend in college, a tiny engraving of a castle bought in Rome, a pencil sketch of a cottage my mother brought back from England, a photo of a mouse in a coffee mug given to me by my sister, a small self-portrait I painted, a flat package of fake mustaches titled "Self-adhesive Stylish Mustaches" tacked to the wall, and above them a shelf of ceramic poodles, above the shelf, more artwork.
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My grandmother clutching her chest
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The basement door keyhole, that tells me Mom locked the door and took the key with her this time.
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My manager, glaring back at me
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The Starbucks barista staring at me for bringing a computer and a blanket to the coffee shop during a heat wave.
|by Anonymous||reply 30||07/30/2013|
I have a mirror on the wall, to the right of my computer. Most of the time, I can see what's on the large tv that's on behind me. For example, if I don't want to be glued to the set to see a sports game, I just glance at it now and then in the mirror. Or, I may have cable news on. Sometimes, "Mystery Detectives".
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Empty gin bottles. Klonopin. Cigarette butts and maybe a dead cat.
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A view of lower Manhattan, from Brooklyn.
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A postcard reminding me that it is time for an eye appointment... and a Post-It note with his phone number written on it.
|by Anonymous||reply 34||07/31/2013|
Monet's Red Boats of Argentuille
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A walk-in closet full of billowing linen caftans, and a drawer full of earrings.
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Why would a person lift there head from their computer?
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Right now, a sunrise through the trees
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My beautiful view of the mountains - I carry my computer outside to work, or work on one of he porches.
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Two photos of deco Fort Lauderdale.
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Drapes and a mountain. A peck on the cheek to the first person who guesses where I am.
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A cheap print of trees hanging from my cheap government office walls, painted a pale shade of yellow (or maybe it is wallpaper as I look more closely) And some off-tan file cabinets.
|by Anonymous||reply 43||07/31/2013|
Why is my head down on my computer in the first place?
The question is phrased strangely. I work on a desktop so my head is upright and facing forward at all times. The first thing I see when I look away from it depends on what direction I look. If I remain facing forward as I get up, I see....the wall behind my computer monitor.
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A row of labeled, hanging keys.
|by Anonymous||reply 45||07/31/2013|
My stuffed red toy dragon, Fred.
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A hand-hewn beam, I live in an 1850's converted barn.
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Leaves of grass.
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A framed Thai temple rubbing of three horses, similar to the image at the link.
|by Anonymous||reply 50||07/31/2013|
Pic, please, R56. You sound like a cutie too.
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Oops, I meant R46.
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My couch and a stuffed hedgehog. No, I'm not kidding.
|by Anonymous||reply 54||08/01/2013|
I'm using my iPhone and the first thing when I see when I look up is my husband's lunatic cat with its crazy eyes staring at me. She either wants me to pet her or else she wants me to [italic] think [/italic] that she wants me to pet her so she can rip my hand apart with her claws.
I love animals, especially cats. But this cat is crazy. She has huge Groucho Marx eyes and she thinks her shit don't stink. (It does. I have to change her litter box while the husband is out of town). She demands to be petted, demands I open the door and if I don't open the doorImmediately she scratches the wood right off the door moulding. She kills birds when she goes outside, so I don't want to let her out while my husnand insists she goes out to be "one with nature." (She's spayed and has all her shots.)
I have three lovely cats who stay indoors, calmly watch the birds through the window, never demand anything and are so quiet you hardly know they are here. Meanwhile, this lunatic cat is always yowling her displeasure about something or another.
|by Anonymous||reply 55||08/01/2013|
r51 If I knew how to post a pic, or even take one, I'd consider myself lucky. Fred IS really cute though. Bright orange/red with yellow feet and the notched "sail" trailing down his back. Black, shoebutton eyes. I like him even more than my Mashed Potato People.
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Vintage Peter Gabriel poster - circa 1982
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