Memories of Ggothic Towers
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jamesqThe red part is the underneath of the cushion - protected from the elements lo those many years. This will give you some perspective in just how much it has faded (or been obscured by the residue of Cowtown's atmosphere).
For those of you who have no idea why I'm showing pictures of the grungiest couch in existence, a bit of an explanation:
When I first moved out of Casa Cyr, my parents gave me a pair of red love seats. As![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebrucie already had a full length couch, we opted to put one of the couches on the balcony to give us something to sit on when we were outside. The original thought was to cover the couch to protect it from the elements. Being bachelors (and therefore congenitally lazy) the Bruce and I never actually did that.
Even so, the first year we were in Ggothic Towers, the couch was used. I'd go outside and read in the evenings, Bruce would snooze in the afternoon sun. Life was good.
The next year we noticed that dust and pollution was taking its toll on the couch. It was starting to fade. We spent less time on the couch because it required throwing a blanket on it.
Year three we skipped the blanket because it meant washing the blanket. When we sat on it at all, we used the back or the arm, never the cushions.
Year four through seven the couch just sat there. I always said i'd leave it for the next tenants, but I actually had the Two Amigos take it to the trash.
Other Couch Observations:
The balcony's couch had a twin we kept inside - it was ultimately replaced by the comfy couch and we ended up giving it the Gareth and Lisa - I suspect it's in a landfill by now because I haven't seen it in years.
One idea for getting rid of the couch when we moved was to toss it off the balcony onto 9th Avenue (we would wait till 3 AM, then have a spotter on the ground to film it and make sure it wasn't going to crush a pedestrian or car). We never had a plan for muffling the noise or disguising the fact that it had come from our balcony - after all, half of downtown Calgary had spent 7 years seeing it there - it's not like I could deny that it was mine. Plus actually filming this dangerous stunt was probably not the smartest legal maneuver.
When we had our pigeon infestation, we noticed that the flying rats never actually touched the couch (as evidence by the lack of droppings).
Having no legs, nothing could take shelter underneath it - I suspect this is the only reason why we didn't have a bug problem with the couch.
Seven years mummifying on the balcony - can't do that in Vancouver! You'd end up with some kind of sentient sludge. Steve McQueen would have to take it to Antarctica to keep it from devouring the city.
You'll notice that it's the same colour as the wall and floor of the balcony - it's my theory that it was slowly turning invisible. Ultimately only it's aura of uncleanness would have identified it.
For those of you who have no idea why I'm showing pictures of the grungiest couch in existence, a bit of an explanation:
When I first moved out of Casa Cyr, my parents gave me a pair of red love seats. As
thebrucie already had a full length couch, we opted to put one of the couches on the balcony to give us something to sit on when we were outside. The original thought was to cover the couch to protect it from the elements. Being bachelors (and therefore congenitally lazy) the Bruce and I never actually did that.Even so, the first year we were in Ggothic Towers, the couch was used. I'd go outside and read in the evenings, Bruce would snooze in the afternoon sun. Life was good.
The next year we noticed that dust and pollution was taking its toll on the couch. It was starting to fade. We spent less time on the couch because it required throwing a blanket on it.
Year three we skipped the blanket because it meant washing the blanket. When we sat on it at all, we used the back or the arm, never the cushions.
Year four through seven the couch just sat there. I always said i'd leave it for the next tenants, but I actually had the Two Amigos take it to the trash.
Other Couch Observations:
The balcony's couch had a twin we kept inside - it was ultimately replaced by the comfy couch and we ended up giving it the Gareth and Lisa - I suspect it's in a landfill by now because I haven't seen it in years.
One idea for getting rid of the couch when we moved was to toss it off the balcony onto 9th Avenue (we would wait till 3 AM, then have a spotter on the ground to film it and make sure it wasn't going to crush a pedestrian or car). We never had a plan for muffling the noise or disguising the fact that it had come from our balcony - after all, half of downtown Calgary had spent 7 years seeing it there - it's not like I could deny that it was mine. Plus actually filming this dangerous stunt was probably not the smartest legal maneuver.
When we had our pigeon infestation, we noticed that the flying rats never actually touched the couch (as evidence by the lack of droppings).
Having no legs, nothing could take shelter underneath it - I suspect this is the only reason why we didn't have a bug problem with the couch.
Seven years mummifying on the balcony - can't do that in Vancouver! You'd end up with some kind of sentient sludge. Steve McQueen would have to take it to Antarctica to keep it from devouring the city.
You'll notice that it's the same colour as the wall and floor of the balcony - it's my theory that it was slowly turning invisible. Ultimately only it's aura of uncleanness would have identified it.
