So I finally managed to decide and get a dining table. This purchase has the surprising side-effect that now, by virtue of owning a dining table, my apartment has a dining area as well!

Furniture's little miracles that we should all be thankful for...

Anyways, enough chat and let's see some photos!

This is the living room, on the media side. We can see a nice bookshelf, my Media Center computer hidden between the bookshelf and the TV table, the TV table itself (including HD DVR, some external hard drive, router/modem, the mandatory Xbox 360 and a Denon AVR-1084 receiver), the Samsung LS-N3241D TV, the Klipsch RB-15 bookshelf speakers and a random piece of art.

Above the TV, there are four frames. Inside these frames I put some used vinyl record covers that work wonderfully as art (from the left: The Orb - Perpetual Dawn 12", OMD - Genetic Engineering 12", New Order - Fine Time 12", The Orb - Orblivion)

On the other side of the living room, there's The Couch (tm). The wall is still bare, until I find out a piece of hanging art that I like. We can also see the dining table discussed above.

With a fancy reverse angle shot, we see again the dining table and the computer station. Across that, the kitchen.

I may want to point out the awesomeness of that chair. Well, I may point that out better with a nicer photo...

Anyways, this is a section of my apartment. I am very sure that nobody actually cares, but there may be some family member or friend or sworn enemy that will make sure I am completely aware of what they think about it :)

Life in an apartment is actually not bad. I am inconsiderate enough not to care about music volume levels or hours when to start the washer/dryer and the very small floorspace makes cleaning and generally tidying up a very quick and easy task.

Even Astral likes it.

I went to a used record store in Capitol Hill Saturday to get some records to be used as art on my apartment's walls. Of course, I couldn't avoid a trip to Ian, a nice upscale clothing store for men (as opposed to the filthy basement to where men's fashion is relegated when in "multi-gendered" stores like Nordstrom or Macy's).

See, I am weak.

I fall easily to peer pressure.

So, after very convicing arguments from a couple of friends, I walked out of the store with a nice black cord jacket (see picture where I am *not* the model) and about $300 poorer.

But I want to point out that it fits me a lot better than the poor schmuck in the photo. I almost look *good* :)

I am showing Battlestar Galactica to a friend of mine. We started from the miniseries and now we're working thru season one. This friend of mine is absolutely, completely, utterly disinterested in anything remotely "sci-fi" looking.

And yet...

Now she's addicted.

My copy of episode 9 was somehow borked, so we had to interrupt the screenings last night with great pains. I managed to get another copy, so we'll see what's going on with the series tonight.

But the big question is: how come BSG manages to draw in a person who has never shown any interest in science fiction? How come this same friend will probably watch Firefly as well? What is it about these shows that makes them palatable to the general public?

Almost a palindrome...

Anyway, work is getting more and more interesting with each passing day, Astral is being horribly cute, the apartment is looking almost finished (still missing a dining table) and the social life is quite decent.

To add to all this, apparently there's a Dead or Alive movie in the works...

I was driving on the highway last night, around 9pm, and the car did a very muted "ptp", as to say: "hi Paolo, just FYI there was a pothole on the road and you drove right on it. Not that I care, but just wanted to keep you informed. Have a nice evening"
 
The car being my new silver Audi A6. It's hard not to like a car so polite...

Is this thing on?