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Happy Not For Sale Wednesday! Or, sorry, it’s Not For Sale Wednesday, if you’re the person — and you know who you are — who complained that NFSW “never includes what I think it should.” Anyhoo. So, you’ve always wondered what it’s like to be a squished rat living in a wood pile. Wonder no more! It turns out it’s quite pleasant.

This camouflage is especially useful for hiding from  those annoying door-to-door nonprofit canvassers (and I say this as someone who used to be one; apologies, people of the greater Boston area, for interrupting your dinners). Just lower the windows and pretend to be a termite. Not even the most dedicated animal-rights activist expects a termite to sign a petition. I think.
Found by: Kirsi

Loveliest comment, by Stuart: “Well, Lieutenant, it looks like the perp disappeared into the woods. There’s no trace of him, and the only thing around is 3.78 cords of perfectly stacked firewood. Guess we should just call it a day.”

It’s Chairs on a three-hour tour! Just sit right back and you’ll... uh… break the Chair, probably. They’re not all that sturdy.

But before you start thinking all Chairs like to go on package tours (everyone! Bleeding Watney’s Red Barrel…) let’s consider this individual Chair, who just wants some frikkin’ peace and quiet:

Just Chair and Chair’s buddy Cooler, who knows the value of companionable silence.

Group tour found by: Dave
Loner Chair found by: Diane

I dunno, it seems to me that there’s plenty to be offended by in these photos without having to bring political indignation into it. Mais non! For I was originally sent this with the belief that it was the house of Zimbabwe’s President Mugabe. Trying to track down the article it originally came from, I found that Mugabe seemed to have the same interior decorator as Indian actor Shahrukh Khan, “Pakistan’s Prime Minister,” and who knows who else. Fortunately those smart cookies at Snopes have it figured out. It’s just a common-or-garden mansion in Los Angeles.

While not for sale and thus eligible for Not For Sale Wednesday, it is for rent! Kind of! If you have a photo shoot to do, go ahead and contact them. I know where I’ll be getting my next driver license photo taken, indeed I do.

Found by: Donna

Loveliest comment, by Kari von Cupcake: What a wonderful dream it would be to spend the rest of my days in this palatial Baroque wonderland of pure beauty. I would think King Louis XIV himself would be at a loss of words at this impressive edifice amidst the provincial “mansions” of the Bel Air area. Unfortunately, the everyday, common man no longer has an appropriate appreciation for things of unadulterated magnificence, such as this. What has modernity done to us?

Where could all these Chairs be? So organized, so uniform, so appealing and yet rather intimidating…

“Serried ranks of Chair’s Swiss relations, in Thun town square. Very neat and tidy, the Swiss,” says their spotter, Laura.

Loveliest comment, by Jano: You can bet that just as soon as the concert starts, chair in the middle of the row is going to get up because he forgot to get is Lindt chocolates before the show.

Happy Not for Sale Wednesday! And now watch while I lose all Internet credibility I ever had and confess: I have not read The Hobbit, nor Lord of the Rings. I tried, I really did, but oh my god they’re boring not my style. But people I know and respect love those books, and the movies to. And people I don’t know but still think are kind of awesome seem to really have taken the message of the books — which I think is something like “stay in your little round house, it’s scary out there” — to heart.

Hobbit houses! That’s what I’m talking about. People living like hobbits. Like these people, making it our first Lovely Listing in Wales:

Here there be Swiss Dwell-reading hobbits:

Above-ground hobbits:

…and couldn’t-get-approval-from-the-planning-committe hobbits.

Loveliest comment, by wasserpig: …”Hobbit houses! That’s what I’m talking about. People living like hobbits. Like these people, making it our first Lovely Listing in Wales:”… You mean: That’s what I’m tolkien about!

Found by: Erin

Found by: Cat

Found By: Nina and Lori

Found by Laura

Throw a coin in, make a wish, and may Chair’s fortune smile upon you!
Found by: Joy

Loveliest comment, by K: I guess this is the rather public bidet at this third rate motel?

Chair, stop! Wait! You forgot your helmet!

Found by: Claudio

Loveliest comment, by Lisa W: If I only had wheels. . .

Happy Not For Sale Wednesday! But all I can say is this: my Hungry Hungry Hippos line was a joke. A joke. Not a suggestion. A joke. I did not mean for anyone to take, say, a classic (yet hideously boring) board game…

…and do something like this (only leaving out the little goose-stepping children):

Thinking of turning your own backyard into a giant Candy Land? Look out: you might get a Katy Perry infestation (quite possibly NSFW).

Found by Donna, via izismile. More here. And, like, everywhere. Because it is awesome.

Loveliest comment, by Justin: Personally, I wouldn’t mind seeing a full-size version of Mousetrap, although Operation would be a little creepy…

It’s the first day of my kids’ summer vacation! I’m still sane. Really. I promise. Other than the whole “Let me tell you about the Chairs” thing.
Found by: Richard

Loveliest comment, by Nana: Seems to me that some of the chairs around the campfire are, well, not… quite… there. Oooooo, ghostly chair ancestors join the seance! But fear not. I sense they are a benevolent presence, chuckling at the chairy stories and approving of the s’mores.

Happy Not For Sale Wednesday! And here we see a house located somewhere-or-other, which we are supposed to believe small children live in. The house might be in Spain. Because of the great amounts of glass used, and the small children who may or may not live there, the homeowners go through several gallons of Windex (or Bindex, the Spanish equivalent) each day.

Look! Here we see the homeowner doing his daily ammonia-based cleaner routine. He’s so accustomed to spritzing every single surface that he’s even Windexing the plants which, ironically, are the only thing in the entire house that don’t need to be de-smudged daily:

Found by: inalaska2. More photos here. There might be more information on this pile of pixels, which I believe is the official website of the people who made this, but I took one glance at its Mario-style graphics and ran away.

Loveliest comment, by Anodean: Has anyone else felt a pervasive sense of sadness within some of these glass walled monstros concept homes?

Hmm. Perhaps not all haunted houses depend upon darkness.