Here's where the magic happens. Man, I been looking at everyone else's rooms, and everyone's got these pressboard desks from Walmart and these plastic swively chairs from OfficeMax. Come on, doesn't anyone have dead grandparents to get decent furniture from? This chestnut dining room table is older than your grandfather and is still much more solid than that aluminium and masonite contraption you call a desk. The chair on the other hand, while also older than your grandfather, probably isn't going to hold my ass for much longer than it already has. C'est la vie. B.T.W., That's real knotty pine paneling in the background, too. Not that cheap stuff you see in trailers. Looks nice in the picture but it's a strange look for a room with a fifteen foot ceiling. At least it's plaster above the picture rail.

You know, once was the time the hearth was the center of the room. Then, it became the television. Now, the desk seems to have become more important than ever. Time was if you didn't write or draw you didn't even have a desk. I spend all my time at home at my desk, drawing, writing, watching stuff or whiling away the time on the Internet.

C'est la vie is difficult to spell. It's high time it’s been ackronymated. You know, for the aughts. CLV.