The one where I beg shamelessly

I’ve noticed around the blogosphere that some bloggers are so popular and well-loved that they get gifts from their readers. (ahem) And some of them even set up wish lists through gift registries, and people actually buy stuff and send it to them. (meaningful pause) And some readers are so loyal and so intuitive that they can discern the blogger’s innermost desires and needs from their daily reading, and those loyal readers actually lavish the hard-working and deserving blogger with just that kind of gift.

I’m just sayin’.

Okay, I’m going to spell it out for you. Could y’all please take up a collection, because I really really really need to come up with $6900 Cnd to buy my very own MyRoom. According to the UK Times Online, it’s a soundproofed, self-contained box that functions as a separate room within a room:

Yamaha has come up with the Avitecs MyRoom, a 2.5sq m (27 sq ft) den that can stand in the corner of the average-sized lounge and perform — albeit on a cramped scale — the functions of a study, cinema and garden shed.

The noisiest of activities is inaudible to the outside world, and even if the inside is a tip, the mess is scarcely visible through the thin strip of frosted glass. It should come as a relief to the harried Japanese wife, who is in for a nightmare time as a huge number of men — the first wave of the postwar baby-boomer generation — are due to retire next year.

There’s a picture of what it would look like on this weblog. The article says the room was designed to give Japanese husbands a place to play on their computers, blast their TVs or work on their messy hobbies while not getting underfoot of their put-upon wives.

I think Yamaha missed its target audience on this one. I think they should be marketing it to North American mothers of preschoolers. I want one of those puppies so I can escape.

Imagine the possibilities: the phone is ringing, the dog is barking, the TV is blaring, the eldest is whining, the youngest is screeching… and you can crawl into your soundproofed little haven, lock the door and hide.

I wouldn’t need the high-tech surround-sound wiring mentioned in the article, because all I’d do in there is sleep. Ah, blissful uninterrupted sleep…

Or, now that I’m really starting to think about this, wouldn’t it be a better idea to put everyone else into the little soundproof booth, and have the rest of the house to yourself? And really, is there a need to have it taking up space in the living room, when it would function just as nicely outside in the yard?

So you can see, bloggy friends, why I really need to come up the paltry sum of $6900. I’m worth it, right?

I’ll start circulating the envelope and a card for you to sign…

Author: DaniGirl

Canadian. storyteller, photographer, mom to 3. Professional dilettante.

9 thoughts on “The one where I beg shamelessly”

  1. A dime is a little to much for us right now. We have a boat (insert evil smile) to take care. But, I think I can send a nickle. Heck, I will even send you a US nickle. That’s like a Canadian dime. LOL

  2. Hey ! I have one of these rooms! It’s in black and white tile with running water, and has this manual soundproofing system where if I stick my fingers in my ears and go “lalalala”, I can’t hear anything! It even has a porcelain throne, and a lot of great reading material. The deadbolt recently installed from the inside makes it virtually impenetrable.
    We’re kind of broke lately, but you’re always welcome to my two cents.

  3. Only $6,900? With your popularity, you should be able to raise that by the end of the week.
    In fact, not to be outdone, I’ll throw in a quarter. Heck, you’re worth it. By my calculations, that puts you exactly 0.00652 percent there already!

  4. That is seriously awesome. Now I need one too. And a manservant to hold my umbrella. And a professional hairdresser. That’s all, really…

  5. Um Troy, did you just say I’m popular? (blushes furiously) Who me?
    I hadn’t thought of it that way before. First there was one or two people who stopped by blog on the mistaken belief they’d find dirty postcard pictures, then a few more dropped in, and somebody invited the neighbour from down the street and suddenly there were lots of nice people to chat with in blog.
    But does that make me popular? I’ve never been anything remotely close to popular before. What an intriguing idea. (takes concept, puts in mental box to examine and savour in more detail later)
    And thank you to SnackMommy, Robin, Marla and Troy for your generous contributions to the cause. I knew I could count on you!
    (Jen, when I get MyRoom you can come and play any time if you bring your manservant.)
    xo Danigirl

  6. Myroom?? I think I saw a movie about this and it was more aptly named “Panic Room”. Given the relatively high price tag associated with your dream, I have come up with a low cost alternative. It’s called the Virtual MyRoom. It’s exactly like the physical MyRoom only you don’t have to build anything. You don’t have to install anything. Best of all, you don’t have to buy anything. All you have to do is click your heals together three times and say, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like…”
    Good luck with the pledge drive. Start ringing those phones people!

  7. Surely the most cleverest people on the Internet hang out here!
    Kate, that Save Toby site is brilliant. Extrememly twisted and disturbing, yes, but surely I can make it work for me. (I am so deeply indoctrinated into the world of Thomas the Tank Engine, I really thought I was about to view something about Toby the Train. Maybe that’ll be my spin – I’ll be to the Island of Sodor what the IRA is to Ireland or the PLO is to Israel. It could work!)
    And if my new career as a terrorist doesn’t work, we can always fall back on a pledge drive. Or maybe I can send the boys around the neighbourhood to collect empty beer bottles…
    xo Danigirl

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