My daughter calls this the melting marshmallow house, so I'm sure if she played our game her scenario would also include giant graham crackers and Hershey bars. What do you think, brilliant readers? If this were the setting for a movie, what would happen here?
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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Upon further inspection, we see a grown Will Robinson living peacefully here with his wife and children. After being lost in space for so many years, he is enjoying the normalcy of Southern California. The modern house reminds him of his younger days. Not a movie setting, but it's what this made me think of. :)
Judy, that's a great answer! I was thinking something similar but not as developed--domestic tranquility and melodrama in the 23rd century.
Pee Wee's Playhouse, the Redemption: Paul Ruebens stars as the new owner of a house in which the doors, windows, walls and view deck are made of confectionary sugar, and where every time the secret word is spoken, pink cotton candy is spun.
Today's secret word: RED, of course. Dig that red traffic diamond positioned EXACTLY above the short, sweet red curb strip, and the flaming Bougainvillea overlooking all.
Oh. And Pee Wee had better love his new playhouse because he is on house arrest in this movie, serving time until he becomes morally, spiritually, and socially perfect... which is why the setting chosen for his redemption is our beloved South Pasadena, where magic happens even when it' is NOT no-cussing day.. RED, everybody!!!
Little Bit isn't old enough to know about Fred Flinstone. Although you can't really tell from this angle, to me this is the Flintstone's house. I can picture Fred using his prehistoric clippers (a long beaked bird) to trip the topiaries while shouting YABBA DABBA DO!
Yes, it is the Flintstone's house, isn't it?
I was thinking it's made out of marshmallows, so when idiot teenagers take that corner too fast and crash through the bushes into the wall, they gently bounce back into the street.
You guys are awesome!
first up the Jetsons would land on the lawn, then a monster would appear and eat them.
I don't know if Paul Reubens has turned that into Pee Wee's Playhouse, but we learned yesterday in an article about the arrest of Andy Dick that he may be one of our neighbors! Maybe it's better if we stick with the Flintstones.
I'm thinking suburban Jetsons.
This space pod used to be peach colored! (akin to what our high school looks like now), but the new white palette makes it look like a Styrofoam model of a futuristic home carved out by an ambitious architecture student. The front yard foliage--especially those round bushes--has been that way ever since I can remember (I'm quite fond of those bushes, it somehow really fits with the house).
Flores De Oro was the street that I grew up on, just a few homes to the right of this one. Some trivia for locals: the massive house immediately to the left of this photo belongs to Mr. Nitzani, whom EVERY alumnus of SPMS knows;) He's the senior PE teacher at the middle school and often hosts parties for the school faculty at his home.
The owners used to (maybe still do?) have an elliptical in their open-air garage, and when I went to school every morning, the wife would be working out on it...or perhaps launching into outer space! Hey, ellipticals were fancy machines back then, they were borderline futuristic!
A mystery aimed at a younger generation. Something on the line of Blue Velvet for hipsters.
The camera pans into the setting of a gardner trimming the topiary. The camera focuses in on the blade which at that moment, hits a body part. Blood colors the screen red setting the scene for the opening credits to roll.
sweet dreams
I love these, everyone. (Even your creepy one, PA...)
Until tomorrow!
I blame Petrea's migraine. I should NEVER blog at night.
Happy Birthday Mr J.
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