In the Peacock Room

OK, here's the deal. You want leveling, here goes. First, using your daughter's handle to argue your agenda makes anything you say come from someone wearing a pink tutu. You can beat your chest, you can roar all you want, but you're still wearing a pink tutu. Your avatar means nothing, because it's the handle that's doing all the talking. Since Pink Tutu is talking, you sound like an overly sincere teenage girl, no matter how confident you are that you don't. Your occasional slip-ups ("famine" for what is clearly "fasting"), only underline the problem.  Sure, you think it's "just music", but if you're so courageous (and not "chicken"), why don't you get your own account? Second, I was on a forum to discuss liturgy. Lit-ur-gy. Not Biblical exegesis as applied to current events, not evangelizing, not ranting about the current president. Liturgy. That occasionally, some atheists come trolling by is irrelevent. My ...

Transitioning from a nomadic to a sessile life. While the specifics will vary with the actual apartment, the question remains: how do I get from bare to livable in the least time with the least amount of money? And my more hedonistic side answers, With what and how will I decorate a place where I will (in all probability) spend the rest of my life? Having grown up in a fine New England Colonial Revival home, I feel somewhat uneasy at the prospect of not ending my life as comfortably as I began it. Even if my finances change, I can't easily see myself suddenly gaining the savoir-faire of my older female relatives. (Yes, I realize the irony of all this: my "virtual" space is Decadent and named for one of the most beautiful rooms in the world; my "real" situation is that I can hardly keep a room in even college-dorm order by myself.)  Ok, to start, I'll probably need a bed, a table, a chair and a chest of drawers. Unless I decide to go completely paperl...