That lobby/staircase reminds me of an upscale (and green) version of the old Noble Hotel in Lander WY, home to the headquarters of the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS).

The Simpsons aliens would get an earful of REO Speedwagon.

Dirty Dancing, obviously.

Alt-Enter in Excel, so I can start fresh on a new line, but stay in the familiar little world of the same cell.

Want. Win. Pillllooooowwww.

I would put my mother's face on it. She's the only one who calls my landline anymore.

I would protect both my Mac and my PC in that thang.

I've always wanted to dine while riding on the back of a polar bear. Lo, now I can put an entire dining room table on the back of a polar bear.

I've lost all my furniture. My wife left me. My dog died. And I just spent my last nickel on bourbon. This system would give me the ability to keep enjoying the only thing I have left ...