Last night, Chris informed me that he took exception with my description of his music room as "filthy" and said he was going to post a rebuttal. I warned him that if he posted a rebuttal, I would follow with my own rebuttal of his rebuttal and that I would include pictures. He posted this morning and told the entire internet that I was lying about his room.
I have decided to leave it to you to settle, internet. We'll play a rousing game of He Said, She Said and you can choose who is right about the state of the music room.
First off, here's what I said: I happened to go into Chris's cd/guitar/stereo/half empty soda can/rock hard old gummi bear room (which I never enter as it is filthy and as I am responsible neither for creating nor cleaning the filth I just blissfully pretend it does not exist) to look for a pen and found the pink pacifier perched on one of his pedals. He is now in the dog house and also responsible for boiling the thing for half an hour to remove residual filth.
Here's Chris's reponse:The music room is actually, in my humble opinion, the most organized, well-kept personal space under my purview. Between the 3500+ CDs, six guitars, gigantic stereo, 8 speakers, two amps and five guitar pedals, I think the fact that there's any floor space in the tiny 10X10 room is a miracle of organization. There's even art on the walls. And a nice, hand-woven rug on the floor.
Now, I admit that when I went down there this morning to take pictures, the room was somewhat cleaner than usual, mainly in that there was no food rotting on the floor. However, I think I found enough evidence to back up my claim.
First, the establishing shot:
From here, it looks messy, but I not necessarily filthy. (Not pictured are an equal number of cds shelved on the opposite wall.)
Next, we have the old, half-empty soda can:
No idea how long this particular can has been in residence, but I would bet it is at least a couple of weeks.
However this old root beer bottle has been in this exact spot for no less than two years.
Moving on, I think it is fair to say that this room has not been vacuumed since I got rid of the cleaning lady in October, which explains both the very old, dried out, nearly decomposed cat puke:
As well as the half of a cricket carcass. I have no idea where the other half is, possibly it makes up the cat puke on the other side of the room?
I admit that the rug is nice, but it is also bunched up under the door:
If Chris were left to his own devices, the shirts in this picture of the inside of the closet would still be steeped in three years of accumulated cat pee. I washed them.
As an aside, I would like to point out that I gave Chris the big Crate amp and also the lovely handcrafted wood guitar stand that you can almost see in this picture behind the pile of crap:
Upon a review of the photographic evidence, I suppose the truth is somewhere in the middle. However, if you vote for me, I'll post more pictures of Mia.