My grandparents had a conversation pit. Or a sunken living room. It seemed pretty awesome to me at the time.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I am not even beating about the bush anymore. Fully fledged "You know this isn't my job, right? I'll do it, but it's not my job..." Because, seriously, being the most familiar and/or approachable face on the project is reaching ridiculous proportions.
I apologize for my brain.
No, no, I snickered. My brain is as much to blame as anyone's.
The bathroom kind of reminds me of the passenger lounge on Serenity.
"He played a key roll in the successful launch of x."
And I just picture an engineer on a dinner plate, with melting butter.
Whereas I imagine him with a twelve-sided die, making the critical saving throw.
Interior design circa 1970: [link]
That living room with the butterfly cube on the table is like someone took a bad migraine and translated it into physical form.
Conversation pit looks like a place to facilitate the pouring of liquids on one's head by kids and pets.
Glad I didn't know any fashionable people in the 70s. I was too impressionable, I could have imprinted on that! Instead of Rocky Horror. The, um, horror.
My elementary school had a conversation pit in the library. It was kind of awesome.
Those rooms are ... um ... bright. I don't remember ever seeing anyplace that looked like that. Obviously, I didn't go to any of the "cool" houses. Or bachelor pads.
An open-plan elementary school I went to in second and third grade had a pit for an auditorium. A really big one, obviously.