So it's complete and my post is delayed... Not surprising, eh?

And it begins... the beginning of the end so to speak. I feel like there should be an Erasure song playing in the distance as I write this, but alas, this post will have to earn A Little Respect on its own. While I was not able to cast the yoke of the nerd off completely, I did what I could.

[The wallpaper with the Storm Troopers raising the Imperial Flag stays.]

Oops... the last of the cables peeks into the photo from the top drawer. It is, in fact, a squid power bar. For those of you not in the know, the squid is the future of power bars.... i.e. the nerdiest possible power source on the market. In the user guide (user guide for a power bar, I know, ridiculous) it actually suggests bringing the squid to the airport with you to share airport outlet space amongst other laptop owners. Thus earning yourself copious amounts of nerd cred and a precious opportunity to flirt with girls who don't have any desire to talk to you.

[I assure you this bed is more heavy, and less regal than it looks.]

So my friend told me the bedspread looked a little too fancy. Or was it prissy? Either way it was a flame, and she is a girl who's opinion I value for two reasons. First and foremost she has absolutely no interest in me, so I know her insights to be unobstructed by what those "Twilight" fans amongst you might call feelings. And second, although she hasn't picked up on this yet, she is essentially the female equivalent of me and often speaks the words I am thinking. But despair not dear readers, I know better than to ever let her know how spot on her assessments are. Somehow that sounds sappy even though it's a slight... Anyway... like I said, I'm in the market for a new bead spread.

[My Personal Trainer Cert. and one of the stylish dressers with a marble top.]

Why yes, I am showing off. Thank you for not letting my obvious self aggrandizing go unnoticed. Did I mention I can read the numbers on that clock from 2.3 nautical miles away? Blam!

[The headboard is what sold me. The numerous pillows were just icing on the cake.]

Call me old fashioned, but a brand new Chinese pressing of the sort of hand craftsmanship our grandparents might have appreciated in the 40's just rings Americana in my ears. The .05 seconds it took a huge pollution creating machine to stamp that pattern into a piece of plywood hearkens back to the days when these sort of things were carved out of solid oak over a period of years, by hand. Lesson for the day: It's cheaper to create this 500 lb. piece of furniture in China and ship it to the U.S. than it is to make it here. This either means Americans are outrageously awesome or fantastically stupid, I can't figure it out... but I assume it's both.

[The light at the end of the tunnel.]

This lamp is from the house I moved into in 2nd grade. If you want a truly mind bending experience do this: find a lamp from your youth and plug it in at your new house. Each lamp, no matter where they are from, what bulb they use, or how old they are, casts light in a unique fashion. It's like a sort of fingerprint really. Plugging this lamp in for the first time took me immediately back 25 years, to a place I hadn't been since grade school. It sounds silly, but when I plugged in this simple light in, I felt 20 years of life drop right off of my shoulders and I kid you not, I wanted to put on my spider man pj's and dance.

If you are a parent and want to do something uniquely special for you child, hang on to their childhood lamp when they "outgrow" it, or leave for college or whatever, and then give it back to them when they are 30+. Maybe at a time when they really need to escape the present.

[Less you think I was exaggerating.]

That's right non believers. That is the back of my beautiful head, standing all of my 6', next to the head board. It's about 5'9". i.e. - It's really, really heavy. The motley crue book is just to show I'm well read.

Now don't despair! Although this is the end of the Room Revamp saga, the blog will not die along with my geeky exterior. The next entry will chronicle my absurd winning streak at the local trivia night raffle.