I refuse to call the downstairs in our new apartment my Man Cave. It’s a cave, okay, but it’s not a Man cave, nor is it a woman cave. It’s certainly my domain. I picked the posters and decor, I set up the layout, I sorted the books and DVDs. I’ve also made a hallway upstairs the ‘family picture’ hallway, and put up every photo except the one with my dad being all Hippie on a Kibbutz in Israel, because we have limits. The “Base Bells” of my grandmother went up, though, and I want to get one of my baby brother looking like an Amish Hitman.
Currently downstairs I have:
- Xena Live! Episode 1: Double Your Pleasure (signed by the entire cast!)
- Xena Live! Episode 2: Xena Lives! the Musical (signed by the entire cast!)
- A Klingon Christmas Carol (brought by a Klingon who came for Passover)
- Two candlesticks won by my Mrs at the SCA that look like Daleks
- My great aunt Roie (her ashes are in an urn)
I have a few posters left to hang, and their problem is their size. My cousin Mike got me some awesome posters from Tron (the original, not the crappy sequel). I have a massive “Flynn Lives” poster that is perfect for a blank wall. It’s 28″x40″, though, which is a bit tricky to find a frame for, without paying beaucoup bucks! Basically it’ll be a $50 job to get a frame custom made. I’m not thrilled about that, but I do want the poster framed before I hang it.
I also have an Arcade Aid poster which should fit in the dead space behind the couch rather nicely. At 20″x36″ it’s perfect for the poster frame of exactly that size they sell at Target, and it’ll fit the space to a T (it’s 22″x38″ I think). It may be a tight squeeze, but the other options are my swords. Did I mention I have three swords? I have a fake bastard sword — it’s a hand and a half sword with no edge, a blunt tip, no real haft, and it’s not cast through the grip, so it wiggles. We also got two fake, bent, foils from a friend. I do want to hang these somewhere.
Finally we have this huge wall leading downstairs, and becuase it’s down the damn stairs, I can’t really figure out how to hang a blessed thing. It has a ‘bar’ at the level of the main floor, which means I could hang something above it, if I had one of those Staircase Ladders (which I don’t) or below it (which may be where Arcade Aid goes).
I’m trying not to make it super ubergeek. I’m not putting up any collectable dolls. The most I might do is get a frame/shadow box for the little tin soldiers from the 1800s that my uncle gave me. I happen to think they’re phenomenally cool. None of my baseball stuff is up (except the Jacob’s Field street sign, in my office). Speaking of the office, it also has my Grace Kelly/L’instant Tattinger poster. Both of those are from my mother-in-law. Ironically, the only champagne I ever liked was Pink Tatt. Yeah, the most expensive stuff around.
The only other posters left are the big SCA anniversary one, and a print of John William Waterhouse’s The Soul of the Rose, which I want to put up in the office.
Yeah, this is not a batcave.