More professional pimpery.
A couple of years ago, we were commissioned to design two model houses for the City Home Catalogue; the idea being inexpensive, pre-approved house plans for typical city lots, that meet all the City Design standards. People who were buying surplus residential lots from the City, intending to build a primary residence, could buy these plans, walk them through the permitting process, and build away.
Unfortunately for the idea, the New Depression hit almost immediately after the City put these into place, so I don’t think anybody has gone forward to build a new house in these areas.
Well, in any case, I still hold a copyright on them, and perhaps I might include them in the next phase of that project I posted yesterday.
Empire Of The Senseless 
I like upstairs porches!
(Like the one at the house in W.V.)
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I’m not sure I like this photobucket thinghie.
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Yeah, I suppose.
Those are nice houses and all. A fellah could get comfortable there.
Except for the lawns.
I don’t wanna mow the lawn, trim the hedges and poke at the dirt. It intimidates me and there’s worms and spiders – you’ve been camping, right? Had to dig a hole and try to sleep in it in the middle of nowhere. It’s wet, and shit gets in your collar, and there’s these SOUNDS and critters are scurrying and skittering and howling and muttering and growling and slithering. They want to bite you and eat you and nibble your junk. They want to get in your digestive tract and make you shit like a firehose ’til you die. They want to crawl under your skin and open supperating sores that weep until you die in disfigured agony.
I REALLY don’t want to go out in the sun and fuck around with bushes and ground cover.
I don’t.
My Juneau would, in very short order. look like an old dump site, overgrown and strewn with old tires, appliances, and armored personnel carriers up on blocks…
s’OK, mikey. I never imagined you as the target demo for these things anyway.
In any case, city lots are WAY narrower than those models show. Almost no yards to speak of, and if you work it out right, you have even less. F’rinstance, I am in the process of covering about half of my yard with a deck and patio. We gotta keep some yard, though, so the stupid dog has a place to shit.
While I like the houses, I am passing on the car. I think me and my son could do a better job using cardboard and skate boards.
Mikey, not all of Gawd’s critters want to nibble on your junk. Some prefer kidney fat.
I really like the idea of pre-approved houses that are inexpensive. That’s pretty damn’ sensible. How much customization would have been allowed? I hate the California style suburban globs of identical houses.
so the stupid dog has a place to shit. Who is stupid? You are the one doing all the ‘heavy lifting’..the dog just goes outside and takes a shit..no biggie for him. 😉
Or, you could do like millions do in the big cities..teach your dog how to shit on concrete. When I moved from Boston to San Diego, my dog had never seen grass and would only shit on the walkway, the only concrete available to her, even though we had a nice little yard at the bungalow in Ocean Beach. I cursed her daily until I figured it out..
Oh she does that too, Dusty. Especially when the snow is piled deep, or last fall when the yard was all mud and she didn’t want to walk in it.
But you’re right, the dog is a fracking Genius compared to me. After all, I have to clean up HER poop.
If I could teach her to shit somewhere, it would be in the toilet. Or at least the catbox.
I’m digging the second one- like that Thunder fella, I like upstairs porches. I’d set a bigass cooler up there and sit around all day, drinking beer and scratching mah belly!
those look sweet