Terminalcoffee discussion

I have a crawlspace. Dirt floor, covered in plastic sheeting and layered with boxes of clothing and currently unused items. Hinged trap door, exposed insulation.

What about beneath you? Whatcha got down there?

OH. Here at work they built a room within a room and it sounded like they were trying to drill directly into my chair. I would jump and yip several times a day. Now, blissfully quiet.

Finished basement - painted drywall, tile floor, drop ceiling - separate furnace and laundry rooms - and a shitload of records, tapes, books, and magazines.

Do you hang your old rock concert posters and neon signs up down there troll Phil Clark?

Finished basement - bare concrete floor, pool table, heavy couch with fold out bed, drywall, some wood grain paneling, drop ceiling, weight bench, lots of old comics, books, and cds.

Sally wrote: "Do you hang your old rock concert posters and neon signs up down there troll Phil Clark?"


I never really collected posters, Sally. Got one of these, though:

Oh, God. It's gross down there. I need to clean.

Beneath me is a cement slab.

My second grade teacher, Miss Stroh, was a first year teacher and she had a Stroh's beer mug on her overhead cart. It was scandalous and thrilling all at once.

Two floors of hotel rooms here at the Marriott Courtyard Lloyd Center Portland. Another level of parking garage beneath that.

Fifteen floors of people running the rat race. Below that, 3 floor of parking garage. Below that, not much. We've got to be getting close to sea level by now.

the room of one of the roommates. i believe she's not home at the moment, but her huge tv is probably still there.

I'm at work, so just concrete slab beneath me at the moment.
At home, I'm in an apartment on the 3rd floor, and the lobby is directly beneath me, with a little waiting area with couches and a table, and the mailboxes. It's nice. :)

At home - concrete slab sitting on top of foundation columns with a nasty crawl space underneath... OR when it's raining, where the dogs like to seek shelter while I get my dumbass soaked trying to pull them out.

At work - concrete slab. Boooring. :/

Clark wrote: "Sally wrote: "Do you hang your old rock concert posters and neon signs up down there troll Phil Clark?"


I never really collected posters, Sally. Got one of these, though:

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Nice basement decor, Clark. :)

Concrete slab beneath me.

I'm in one of the libraries, so the ITS department, computer lab, and Media Resources Center (MRC) is beneath me

Below me is a Chevrolet Showroom... complete with shiny cars and car salesmen.

Shiney salesmen?

Larry wrote: "Shiney salesmen?"

Actually, now that you point it out, they're slick rather than shiny.

::makes mental note to stay away from Kristina's car salesmen::

Basement. Half finished, half unfinished. I keep a dehumidifier running constantly, but it stays pretty dry.

There are eight storeys of other apartments below mine, then a lobby, a basement, a foundation, bedrock, and the core of the earth. More or less.

the core of the earth is beneath me too. what a coincidence!

Then we must be neighbors!

Seriously... They're actually all very nice down there. I would trust them to sell a car to any of my friends.

Are you dating one of them, Kristina?

Nope... they're not that nice.

Oh okay. I wasn't judging. :)

One of those big ass yoga balls. That's what is directly beneath me.

Two cushions, a Scandanavian style chair, a hardwood floor, two other apartments, a half-underground unfinished basement partitioned into storage spaces, a concrete slab, soil.

Nothing below the soil?

The core of the earth. And then comes China.

Ana Ng!

Bodies, certainly. Maybe an aquifer down there, somewhere. Dolomitic limestone bedrock? If I lived downtown, the Deep Tunnel might be underneath me.

At work, a branch of the University of Akron convenience store, Zee's.

At home, a big unfinished basement.

I'm at work, apart from a chair, a plastic thingy wingy, carpet, floor of some unknown substance. Under that is an old factory filled with contruction equipment originally used by the company owner for his art work, plus the sewing machine equipment for making the clip on ties that was the companies original bread and butter, plus one grand piano. (I don't know why that is there.)

Describe the place beneath me?

That's just about every place. I'm just that good, that everything is beneath me. :)

Demi God or a fully fledged God Phil?

Demi Snob, perhaps?

I knew someone like Phil would catch me on that. I knew it!

May I complain that I went down to the basement today to get the shovel and ended up having to walk through a sea of sawdust in my socks, since a roommate had been building something a couple of weeks ago and hasn't cleaned up yet, and I ended up getting a thousand splinters in my feet that I didn't discover until I was outside shoveling, and then I had to take off my boot to brush off my sock, and my boot fell over and got snow in it and then I had to put it back on.
Stupid basement.

She's not bad. It was just irritating. She does seem to get things done, just not on as fast a scale as I'd like.