Glass Computer Desk

I’m going to build a customized computer desk – the frame of my current desk is made of aluminum – I want to be able to drill into the frame, and attach a customized brace for a modified computer case, so that the internals will be visible through the glass desktop… I’m trying to get an idea of the price of materials – I need those aluminum bracing bars with holes for bolts in them – they’re about 2" wide – you commonly see warehouse shelves etc. built with them… does anyone know what I’m talking about? Or where I might purchase these?

I’m going off the college and I’m looking for a new desk. I want a "L" shaped computer desk with one half being the computer desk and the other half being an art/drafting table. I’m looking for something modern, black, sleek. Like glass and metal. I can’t seem to find this kind of desk. Also… A matching TV stand haha. Any suggestions?

I’m getting a new computer and I’m looking to get a new desk.

I’ve looked at the usual office supply stores (Staples, Office Max, Office Depot) and haven’t really come across anything in particular that I like.

After some searching online, I noticed that the IKEA Galant desk is mentioned quite frequently. I went on IKEA’s website, and they have 2 versions of a particular size desk I’m interested in. One has a Glass desktop, and one has a Particleboard desktop.

Most places that mention the Galant say it’s a very sturdy desk.

I’ve never had a glass desktop, and I’m a bit leery of it. (Breakable-wise)
but it might look better than a particleboard version.

Any suggestions?

I was at my local library the other day using a computer. I love their computer desks, but I have no idea if they could be bought or found somewhere else.
The computer monitor sits below desk, in a square cut out in the middle of the table. It has a clear see through glass square to look down where the monitor sits, the monitor sits with the screen looking upwards so you can see it through the glass. the tower sits aside below the desk just like a regular computer desk. I love it, it minimizes the space so well.
What are they called?
Where can I find something like that?

Thanks!

I have a frosted glass computer desk that I recently bought. The frosted side has this powder on it. It’s actually quite a bit of this powder. What Is this powder? Residule acid from etching? The desk is made of large tempered glass pieces frosted all over on one side. Is this stuff toxic in any way?

When we first moved into this house, we found a number of strange things….two knocked out teeth in the windowsill, BBs embedded in the walls and what appered to be small amounts of dried blood on the mirrored closet doors in the bedroom….but from what I know no one has died here, the previous residents were just very violent…..

I have always gotten chills out of the blue at night as well as having an INTENSE feeling at times that I’m being watched.

I even ended up calling a nurse helpline while pregnant because I was not only hearing voices clear as day but also having intense panic attacks and I have NEVER had anything like that! I was worried it was a medical sign that something was wrong with the pregnancy!

Anyhow…..the other night I was here at my computer (in the dark) with a glass sitting next to me…..I heard tapping on the glass and thought a bug must be flying into it in the dark so I backed away (I don’t mind bugs but when flying ones plop on your face it kind of makes your skin crawl right?!!)….

Well when I backed up the noise stopped. So I thought nothing of it.
Tonight the tapping started again……
I backed completely away thinking maybe I was rocking the desk and causing the noise from the glass teetering a bit…..the sound stopped and then there were a few more taps…

i moved the glass to the center of the table where it wasn’t touching anything.
Still tapping but very faint

So i hung a little bead thing from a rod across the top of the glass…..it was still and then started tapping from the ROD on the glass!

Now I know I sound crazy but I am far from it! A little freaked out at the moment but more curious than anything!
…..Just remembered one thing from last night that was weird that could be connected….

I was sitting here with my hand kind of resting on the left edge of the keyboard (about 6 inches from the "tapping" glass) with my little finger sticking off the side when my pinky LITERALLY got ice cold out of the blue…I brushed it off as suddenly losing circulation but it was JUST that finger and really sudden and there was no reason for me to lose circulation
Thanks for the answers!

I have looked VERY subjectively at these things….

The teeth were for sure adult teeth that had filling in them and when I said BBs in the walls…I meant like the little pellets from a BB gun….basically I brought those things up because I had heard once that negative energy can "attract" spirits…although I think that was talking about evil ones and if this IS a spirit I have NO feeling that its bad….earlier, watching the glass as it was "tapping" it was weird it was almost…comforting??? I had a sense of calm… not fear…..

I didn’t tell my husband about it the first time but I plan to this time as I have racked my brain and can’t find an explanation. Our house is level and solid as a rock so no shifting building….everyone but me was in bed and I was holding very still about 6 feet away, just watching.

And I even turned off the heat in case possibly the air was moving but it kept going until about 3 am.
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When it stopped for a while (the tapping) I came back and tried to bump, wiggle, sway and jolt the desk and although I could get the rod to roll around the top of the glass, it wouldn’t tap no matter what. I also tried blowing on it and still couldn’t get that tap.

I also thought further about the speakers for my computer having a magnetic field so I checked the rod on top in case it would react and it doesn’t so no IDEA how to explain that one.
****JUST NOTICED:

Are their any specific times associated with activity like this? Because I noticed both times the Tapping has occured have started around midnight and then stop abruptly at 3am

When we first moved into this house, we found a number of strange things….two knocked out teeth in the windowsill, BBs embedded in the walls and what appered to be small amounts of dried blood on the mirrored closet doors in the bedroom….but from what I know no one has died here, the previous residents were just very violent…..

I have always gotten chills out of the blue at night as well as having an INTENSE feeling at times that I’m being watched.

I even ended up calling a nurse helpline while pregnant because I was not only hearing voices clear as day but also having intense panic attacks and I have NEVER had anything like that! I was worried it was a medical sign that something was wrong with the pregnancy!

Anyhow…..the other night I was here at my computer (in the dark) with a glass sitting next to me…..I heard tapping on the glass and thought a bug must be flying into it in the dark so I backed away (I don’t mind bugs but when flying ones plop on your face it kind of makes your skin crawl right?!!)….

Well when I backed up the noise stopped. So I thought nothing of it.
Tonight the tapping started again……
I backed completely away thinking maybe I was rocking the desk and causing the noise from the glass teetering a bit…..the sound stopped and then there were a few more taps…

i moved the glass to the center of the table where it wasn’t touching anything.
Still tapping but very faint

So i hung a little bead thing from a rod across the top of the glass…..it was still and then started tapping from the ROD on the glass!

Now I know I sound crazy but I am far from it! A little freaked out at the moment but more curious than anything!
21 hours ago – 3 days left to answer.
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…..Just remembered one thing from last night that was weird that could be connected….

I was sitting here with my hand kind of resting on the left edge of the keyboard (about 6 inches from the "tapping" glass) with my little finger sticking off the side when my pinky LITERALLY got ice cold out of the blue…I brushed it off as suddenly losing circulation but it was JUST that finger and really sudden and there was no reason for me to lose circulation
21 hours ago

Thanks for the answers!

I have looked VERY subjectively at these things….

The teeth were for sure adult teeth that had filling in them and when I said BBs in the walls…I meant like the little pellets from a BB gun….basically I brought those things up because I had heard once that negative energy can "attract" spirits…although I think that was talking about evil ones and if this IS a spirit I have NO feeling that its bad….earlier, watching the glass as it was "tapping" it was weird it was almost…comforting??? I had a sense of calm… not fear…..

I didn’t tell my husband about it the first time but I plan to this time as I have racked my brain and can’t find an explanation. Our house is level and solid as a rock so no shifting building….everyone but me was in bed and I was holding very still about 6 feet away, just watching.

And I even turned off the heat in case possibly the air was moving but it kept going until about 3 am.
19 hours ago

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When it stopped for a while (the tapping) I came back and tried to bump, wiggle, sway and jolt the desk and although I could get the rod to roll around the top of the glass, it wouldn’t tap no matter what. I also tried blowing on it and still couldn’t get that tap.

I also thought further about the speakers for my computer having a magnetic field so I checked the rod on top in case it would react and it doesn’t so no IDEA how to explain that one.
19 hours ago

****JUST NOTICED:

Are their any specific times associated with activity like this? Because I noticed both times the Tapping has occured have started around midnight and then stop abruptly at 3am

***ALSO
About a month ago my husband and I had the Ouija board out just for fun. The ‘entity’ spelled a complex word I was thinking and later started going into details talking about a song that NO ONE else knew I was writing. It was VERY definitely talking about my song as it even mentioned two of the lines in it and told me to keep writing it because it liked it (I had stopped working on it previously because it seemed silly to me)

Before I ask this question I want to first give my condolences to anyone who lost loved ones on that terrible day 9/11/01.

I really don’t know if this whole thing that I am going to type is a real question, but I have to get this off my chest in writing because I never have, I just keep it all bottled inside. On September 11th of 2001 I went into work early. I had a really important meeting to prepare for so I left my house at 6:00am just as my husband would be getting up to go to work. The night before my husband and I were fighting and he slept on the couch because I didnt want him to sleep with me. So I left in the morning without saying goodbye to him like I normally do. I get to work and everything is going great. At about 8:50am my co-worker comes running into my office saying that (her words) "Some dumb pilot hit one of the Twin Towers!" I was completely shocked and dashed into our conference room where there is a TV and cable. I turned completely white, what you all dont know is my husband worked on the 96th floor of the North Tower.I immediately fell to my knees and started crying. Everyone ran over to console me. I couldn’t believe it. My husband was gone! I knew he was gone, and I couldn’t believe it. Then we heard about 20 minutes later that the South Tower got hit, I was hysterical at this time, I didnt know what to do. I was only 21 years old, how could I have been a widow so early in my life. I just kept crying, shaking, and asking God why he would do this to me. They would not allow anyone to leave the job because they didnt know what else was going to happen so I had to stay at work. I was constantly calling him on his cell phone and paging him on his beeper but I couldnt get through at all. When we were watching the coverage and actually saw people jumping to their deaths from the North Tower I almost fainted. Was my husband one of those people that had to jump to his death? I dont think I cried that much in my entire life. I walked away from the TV for a moment and sat at my desk trying to call my relatives and friends just to see if anyone may have heard from my husband, but I still couldnt get through. I walked past the TV one more time just to see the North Tower come crumbling down, everyone turned around and looked at me. My co-workers later told me that the look on my face was like I saw a ghost. It was over for me, I had a 2 year old at home that would never see her father again. I couldnt even cry anymore because it hurt so much. Friends of mine came over and walked me over to my desk and sat me down with a glass of water and some tissues. I was a complete mess. About a half hour later they told us that we would be able to go home in about an hour, they just needed to secure our building. I was still sitting at my desk just looking at my computer and my friend was there rubbing my leg and hands telling me that I would get through this. Just then my telephone rang, I didnt want to pick it up, I couldnt even talk. My friend answered. She then handed the phone to me with no word! I answered with a somber "hello" and on the other end I will never forget these words, "I am okay", it was my husband. I just broke down hysterically crying and telling him that I loved him, and my friend was smiling right beside me. He was okay. He called out of work that day because he wasnt feeling well, because he slept on the couch he caught a terrible draft and felt really sick when he woke up that morning. He was sleep until he turned on the TV and saw what had happened and he called me. I rushed home doing about 100 miles per hour on the highway just to get to him. When I finally got home I almost didnt put the car in park. I left the car running and ran into the house and jumped right on him. I must have hugged him for about 10 minutes straight while we both cried in each others arms. I thought I lost my husband that day and every year on 9/11 I take the time to thank God for blessing me with my husband. It’s been 7 years and this is the first time that I have spoken out about it. I am sorry it is long, but I needed to get it out.

Now my question is, my husband wants us to book a vacation for our family on September 10th 2011 to be gone for 3 days in Canada. He doesnt want to be in the US on 9/11/11 because he thinks that something else will happen that day. Do any of you think that we will be hit again?

i was in bed and the computer was on my desk i closed the lid and then even though it was closed in the corner of my eye i saw the screen with something grey on it a few minutes later i heard this heavy breathing noise it really freaked me out i think we do have a ghost in the house because i had a dream of this Victorian girl who was wearing Victorian boots and this dress with pink and white stripes and an apron. she was floating on top of the bath and in my dream i was looking in the mirror and she was behind me!!!. and its not just me my 2 brothers and my sister have experienced
something strange. like when Alex (my brother) and Paige (my sister) were both in separate rooms and did not talk to each other but in the morning they both told mom that they had heard some noisy boots on the floor that night and i told my mom about the dream and she said Victorian boots would make a loud noise on floorboards. And there was the time where my other brother Keir said he saw a
woman with a child and in a different room a man and woman. The scariest thing that has ever happened to me was the time where i camped out downstairs and in my dream i was sitting up and this blue, yes Blue toddler boy floating through the hallway!! this freaked the life out of me!.
and just by curiosity i tracked down who and what houses were here in Victorian times
to my surprise Mary ann came up on 15 argent street which would be where i live now
i have done loads of research and i even searched old newspapers but i can`t find out how she died i used to keep having this flashback of her on a swing and some old man looking at her through the window i know about people dieing in a cruel bad way makes them unhappy ghosts and not long after the flashbacks stopped i had a dream about me cleaning the glass dinner table and a face that looked like the one in my flashbacks appearing on the table!!. I do not know what is going on any websites or information would be great ty for reading this,

I’m quite sensitive by nature so probably am being over the top about this but…

I started a new job a few weeks ago and there are so many cliques..none of them are friendly towards me. I try smiling and bein nice, but they just either are overtly loud or offish. I wear glasses and dont dress hip or anything, but why should I change for them? They are all so cool and beautiful and they make me feel crap about myself. I just sit at my desk and stare at my computer all day. I’m 30 years old and I cant believe Im feeling like this, but other peoples behaviour does affect me.

Please, Im at my desk at work now, does anyone have some inspiring words for me to get me through>??

thank you so much.

I have large pieces of furniture – a large couch, matching lovecouch with end table in between and very large glass coffee table, forming an L-shape unit. Under another wall is a two cushion small couch, which meets the corner L-shape desk with my computer and large swivel chair.

To the left of it, and facing the L-shape couch/coffee table is a huge 60 inch TV in between two wall to ceiling blue bookshelves and a shelf on top of it connecting the pieces. Couches are brown, hardwood floors, burgundy red shag carpet under the coffee table. It feels very formal and not so comfortable.

The pieces are expensive so I dont want to just get rid of them and start from scratch, even though they may be too large for the space. I am watching a designing show and the rooms they make up look so cool and stylish and warm and inviting like I would be happy to be in them – not like my place.

Any tips what I can do to make it nicer?????? (I’ll leave the dining room and bedroom for another time!) Thanks for any ideas!!
It’s an apartment so I really can’t paint, but the walls are already khaki (per laikenlester). I also have put up khaki curtains that go over brass rods, which are over the sliding glass doors (that open to a patio that is empty, i have no idea what to do with it), in front of the curtains is the loveseat sectional that covers it up. The bookshelves are actually a baby blue contrasting with soft pale beige wood and steel knobs so it looks very beautiful – not pieces I’d want to apply paint to. Maybe I can post some pictures for you guys to see but I don’t know where I would post them!!

Chapter 1: The Art of Deception

People lie. For some, it’s a force of habit; compulsive almost. For others, it’s a quick way to forget our mistakes, to forget our past. But one thing they all have in common is that they do it to relieve some of the stress from their lives; to give themselves a better advantage in this cold cruel world.

The stares got deeper as I walked down the hall. I knew what they were thinking, ‘new kid in school’ and ‘God, what a freak,’ but I still smiled, I still had that fake grin plastered to my face. Nothing was going to stop this new me, this improved me.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door to the office open. There was a petite looking woman, probably in her mid-twenties, sitting at a computer behind a glass half-circle that was blocking a group of offices from some chairs.

The woman looked up from her computer and half-smiled.

"Um…hi….I’m Gracelynn, Gracelynn Masterson. I just transferred here from Pennington High in North Brooke, Oregon." I enunciated each word, yet spoke quitely, it was dead silent in here.

The woman looked at e for a small second before looking through a small stack of papers on her desk.

"Ah, yes…Gracelynn…Masterson, was it?" She asked in a slight Southern drawl. I nodded a quick and silent ‘yes’.

"Well here is your semester schedule, map of the school, and a pass to your first period."

"Er….thanks," I said quietly. She nodded as if I were excused.

As I walked out of the office, I looked at my schedule. Chem 2? AP Literature? This was going to be a long year. Looking up from my schedule, I realized I had been wandering and was now lost. The corridor I was in was brightly lit, thanks to some glass windows. On the opposite wall, there were a string of trophy cases all filled to the brim. I quess my mom hadn’t been kidding when she said that Hillcrest was prestigious.

I took a step towards one of the glass cases to admire one particularly shiny trophy, when I heard the small pitter-patter of footsteps in the distances. Not wanting to be lost on my first day, I followed the corridor to a large area and immediately gasped at what or rather whom was on stage.

She was oddly familiar, with her pale skin and jet black hair. She was about 5′7” and had a figure any teenage girl would die for. Yet, for some reason, there was something about her, something oddly deterring. I was immediately drawn to her.

I felt an elbow jam into my side. I looked down slightly to find a mousy little girl with plain brown hair and bright green eyes.

"Oh…s-s-s-sorry," She stammered, looking frightened.

"It’s fine," I said and extended a hand,"I’m Gracelynn Masterson."

She flushed a bright pink, yet shook my hand,"Riley James."

"Err…Riley, could you tell me who that is?" I pointed to the stage.

"That,"She smiled shyly," is Emma Brighton."

I shaped my mouth into a small ‘o’ and nodded," I see."

Just then, a tall boy, probably our age, hopped up on the stage in front of us. Riley made a small noise next to me. I smiled questioningly.

"Trip," She sighed,"Trip Bradly Brighton, Hillcrest’s own heartthrob."

I smiled. Well that much was obvious. He was gorgeous and not just in the typical ‘Abercrombie-god’ looking way. His pale ivory skin contrasted beautifully against his night-black hair. His eyes were a silent, yet strong looking sea-green.

To Be Continued…….

Sorry…..I just put a little bit more to make more sense. The story is about a girl, Gracelynn Masterson, who transfers to a new school because she believes the people who captured her parents have something to do with this school. The ‘cult’(unnamed, suggestions?) is having initiations and to join this ‘cult’, they have one request, bring them Gracelynn Masterson. Gracelynn must dig deep to thwart the walls of perfection, glamour, and decite that flow through Hillcrest and get her parents back…..

Sorry, I am soooo NOT good at summerizing.

I dont know today was rather shocking to me. Me and my partner of 5yrs got into a spat that kinda escalated into him grabbing a pair of jeans and hitting me numerous times with them and while doing this saying that it was because I was verbally abusive. I was at my desk with a glass of water that went flying all over the room and my computer and my computer mouse is broken. I am not hurt physically really but very hurt emotionally from the attack the anger in his face was unreal. What hurt more is after this he didnt say much didnt try to help clean up the mess but went to bed and fell asleep and here I am cannot even think of sleeping I am so upset. Where do u go after something like this? I am also in a bad place in my life at the moment just finishing college, searching for a job and living with him in the US legally which is not my home country. Financially I cannot afford to really leave and I feel like a bad person to stick around for a few weeks until I get in a better position. I dont know what to do

My friend has glasses but never wears them. He can barley see without them. He doesn’t wear his glasses because he thinks that the girls think he is cute without them. But they don’t lol. So, today at school during study hall he was on the computer and his glasses were laying on his desk. So I hid them on top of the bookself. He was freaking out because he couldn’t find them and said his dad will be mad at him. He doesn’t know I hid them. I want to teach him a lesson to wear them. But should I give them to him or let him learn a lesson?

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lights in the room I realized there was a small fire burning on one side of the wall, surrounded by a huge, brown couch and a rocking chair. I looked to my left and found a large dining table, with several chairs around it, a small closet with lots of dishes and glasses behind it, and several mirrors on the sides of the sort-of-seperate room. Near the middle of the living room I saw three large, red sofas forming a U letter with a rather low table in front of them, with nothing but a large vase with three beautiful red roses sticking out, in front of the sofas, I found a rather big T.V stand with two units on each side. The units has several different animal sculptures on them. I couldn’t see really well from the distance between but I could make out a tiger, a wolf, a horse and what I thought was a gazelle. I then realized I wasn’t standing, but on a huge, leather chair. It wasn’t very comfortable and it made my skin itch, but it looked very grand with the large black desk in front of it, with a computer on the desk. I looked over my shoulder and spotted several photo frames all over the wall, pictures of family and friends, along with several framed awards and certificates. On my other side I spotted endless shelves of shelves, coating the walls, filled with books. Many of these books were obviously special editions or collection items, and some looked at least a decade or so older than me. Several lit candles were hung on the sides and their plates were covered with dried wax. The candles were all lit, and looking upwards I saw several glass chandliers with candles on their plates. These two were lit, but no matter how many candles they hung up it would never be enough to light up all the whole room. Near the desk, I saw several more large candles and smirked. I wondered how anyone could put a candle and a computer near the same area. I looked down and saw why I was freezing, no carpets covered the wooden floor, yet somehow no matter how modest the living room was it gave me the uncomfortable feeling that it belonged to an incredibly rich man or woman. Even though I couldn’t see any money around, I could smell it and it was probably in a hidden safe, or somewhere under a block. Tons of it. I thought of what I could do if I got that money, but blocked these thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on where I was and how I got here.

Chapter One

Lucius sighed as he heard the familiar knocking on his bedroom door; there was no mistaking who it was, as there was only one person he knew who would be willing to break section 533 of the New Earth code: civilians are not to exit their residence after nightfall without a permit from the H.E.O., or simply the Organization; the same group that had written the code in the first place; no one seemed to know what the H. and E. stood for, although the most generally accepted speculation for the acronym was the Health and Energy Organization. All minors lived alone from birth; their growth was mechanically enhanced to bring infants to the age of ten within a matter of minutes, and the lapse in consciousness was filled in by artificial intelligence. And so, biologically fourteen-year old, physically four-year-old Lucius had never known a family, or for that matter, what a family was.
On his desk, a computer hummed away on its infinite-life plutonium battery; the blank document pulled up on its screen summed up his research on the history of the Underworld, which his class was currently studying. Apparently, beneath the glass foundations of their world, there used to be an Old Earth of some kind. The concept was queer to Lucius, though, and mystery shrouded the past like the toxic haze that swirled under the crystalline ground, making the assignment of gathering information on it difficult, to say the least.
The knocking persisted. With a sigh of both exasperation and relief, Lucius abandoned his research and strode over to the door. As he had expected, the doorway framed his friend, Crystal. Judging by the fact that her characteristic energetic-ness had not diminished, Lucius guessed that she was having similar results with her homework, but with decidedly less time put into it.
Crystal smiled. “It took you long enough to open the door… come on, let’s go!”
“Um, right… where exactly were we going again?”
“I’ll tell you on the way there. Now come on!”
Crystal grabbed Lucius’ wrist and yanked him out into the hallway. He sighed in his mind; Crystal always did things without explaining herself first, as though the inconvenience would throw off her train of thought. Despite this, there was something about her aura of energy and mischief that made Lucius smile.
At the end of the hallway, Crystal slid down the staircase banister, but Lucius wasn’t fast enough; when she let go of his wrist, he had already fallen over and he slid all the way down the staircase, landing at the end in a heap. Crystal came down gracefully beside him.
“Nice landing,” She snorted. “Are you okay?”
Lucius winced as he stood up and his knee buckled, sending a stab of pain to his leg. After a moment, he regained his balance. “Yeah, sure…are you going to tell me what we’re doing, or…”
“…you’ll see.”
He followed her grudgingly as she ran out the front door of the opaque glass house to the street, their steps ringing on the cold, smooth, translucent surface that covered everything below. An arc of blue traversed the night sky, beginning to augment in size as it streaked overhead.
“We’re going to be late!” Crystal groaned.
“Oh. A comet harvest?” Lucius felt a bit depressed, too; he had never seen the ritual where a comet was caught from the sky and melted for water, then released again. It was supposed to be a spectacle, but only for those who could make it there quickly enough.
“Hold on, hold on, I’m thinking!” Crystal stood still for a moment, then her face brightened. “What if we went through Mr. Douglas’s field?”
Lucius shuddered as he imagined the old man’s reaction if he saw two children cutting through his condensation field in the dead of night. Besides comets, people got their water from these fields where pure water condensed in special glass tanks from the lethal fumes far below them, under the transparent shell. There were fields like this everywhere, but somehow Mr. Douglas seemed to think his was of extreme importance. Certainly it sounded like it, the way he shouted at any unfortunate adolescents who strayed into it…
He hesitated. “Well, we’d need to be fast.”
Without another word, Crystal turned and ran into the labyrinth of paths between the huge glass tanks that held the water. Lucius froze a moment; he could not shake off the feeling that they were being watched. Looking around quickly, however, he didn’t see anyone; he turned back to the field just in time to see Crystal’s long red hair whipping out of sight around a corner. He hurried to follow her; however, when he got to the T in the path, he didn’t see Crystal in either direction. Lucius called out, but no voice returned the favor. With a chill, he realized Mr. Douglas could be very well prowling the tanks. Lucius decided against trying it again.

Am I missing anything? I am making a list for my son & his girlfriend to use on the stuff they need to move out.

Kitchen
1.Plates
2.Bowls
3.Silverware
4.Pans (can get by w/1 if it is a lg glass casserole one)
5.Pots
6.Microwave
7.Potholders
8.Cookie Sheets (2)
9.Kitchen Towels
10.Toaster
11.Can opener
12.Tupperware
13.Blender
14.Glasses
15.Table
16.Chairs (@ least 2)
17.Coffee Pot
18.Cooking Utensils
19.Knives (sharp)
20.Cutting Board
21.Containers (sugar, flour, etc.)
22.Crockpot
23.Hand Towels
24.Dish Rack (could also use a lg towel)
25.Rug for Back Door

Bathroom
1.Bath Towels
2.Rug
3.Washcloths
4.Toothbrush (I forgot and went to buy at 1am when I left)
5.Toothbrush holder
6.Toothpaste
7.Rinse Cup
8.Laundry basket
9.Brush
10.Hair Stuff
11.Shampoo & Conditioner
12.Bath Scrunchie
13.Body wash
14.Hand Soap
15.Hand Towels

Bedroom
1.Bed
2.Pillows (@ least 3)
3.Pillowcases (@ 6 if you have 3 pillows)
4.Sheets (@ least 2 sets)
5.Comforter (at least 2 if possible you will be having people over)
6.Blankets
7.Dresser
8.Hangers
9.Table Lamp
10.Night Stand
11.Curtains (unless you want to look at blinds)

Living Room
1.Couch
2.Chair
3.TV Stand
4.DVD Rack
5.Coffee Table
6.Rug
7.Any Pictures or Decor (make the place our own)
8.Curtains (unless you want to look at blinds)
9.Throw Blanket (trust me it comes in handy while watching TV)
10.Throw Pillows (@ least 2)
11.Lamp
12.TV
13.DVD Player
14.Stereo
15.Music (it’s too quite on your own)
16.Rug for Front Door
17.Welcome Mat out Front
18.Vacuum
19.Cup holder (so you don’t get water rings on your surfaces from cups)

Misc. Items (Subjected to person’s taste& need)
1.Desk
2.Computer
3.Printer
4.Ink
5.Paper
6.Books
7.Cookbook
8.Extra Blankets (for Guests)
9.Plants
10.Washer
11.Dryer
12. Food
13. TP

Cleaners (suggestion visit Dollar Store)
1.Windex
2.Multipurpose Cleaner
3.Oven Cleaner
4.Dish Soap
5.Tub & Tile Cleaner
6.Bleach
7.Rags just for Cleaning
8.Mop
9.Cleaning Bucket
10.Sponges
11.SOS Pads (non steel you don’t want to put grooves in you new pans & pots)
12.Toilet Cleaner
13.Drain Stuff
14. Stainless steel cleaner (for sink it’s a white powder)
We have a very large family and everyone wants to help make the transition easier for them and shopping trips have been setup to make sure that the items that need to be bought new are what they like and want.

Chapter One

Lucius sighed as he heard the familiar knocking on his bedroom door; there was no mistaking who it was, as there was only one person he knew who would be willing to break section 533 of the New Earth code: civilians are not to exit their residence after nightfall without a permit from the H.E.O., or simply the Organization; the same group that had written the code in the first place; no one seemed to know what the H. and E. stood for, although the most generally accepted speculation for the acronym was the Health and Energy Organization. All minors lived alone from birth; their growth was mechanically enhanced to bring infants to the age of ten within a matter of minutes, and the lapse in consciousness was filled in by artificial intelligence. And so, biologically fourteen-year old, physically four-year-old Lucius had never known a family, or for that matter, what a family was.
On his desk, a computer hummed away on its infinite-life plutonium battery; the blank document pulled up on its screen summed up his research on the history of the Underworld, which his class was currently studying. Apparently, beneath the glass foundations of their world, there used to be an Old Earth of some kind. The concept was queer to Lucius, though, and mystery shrouded the past like the toxic haze that swirled under the crystalline ground, making the assignment of gathering information on it difficult, to say the least.
The knocking persisted. With a sigh of both exasperation and relief, Lucius abandoned his research and strode over to the door. As he had expected, the doorway framed his friend, Crystal. Judging by the fact that her characteristic energetic-ness had not diminished, Lucius guessed that she was having similar results with her homework, but with decidedly less time put into it.
Crystal smiled. “It took you long enough to open the door… come on, let’s go!”
“Um, right… where exactly were we going again?”
“I’ll tell you on the way there. Now come on!”
Crystal grabbed Lucius’ wrist and yanked him out into the hallway. He sighed in his mind; Crystal always did things without explaining herself first, as though the inconvenience would throw off her train of thought. Despite this, there was something about her aura of energy and mischief that made Lucius smile.
At the end of the hallway, Crystal slid down the staircase banister, but Lucius wasn’t fast enough; when she let go of his wrist, he had already fallen over and he slid all the way down the staircase, landing at the end in a heap. Crystal came down gracefully beside him.
“Nice landing,” She snorted. “Are you okay?”
Lucius winced as he stood up and his knee buckled, sending a stab of pain to his leg. After a moment, he regained his balance. “Yeah, sure…are you going to tell me what we’re doing, or…”
“…you’ll see.”
He followed her grudgingly as she ran out the front door of the opaque glass house to the street, their steps ringing on the cold, smooth, translucent surface that covered everything below. An arc of blue traversed the night sky, beginning to augment in size as it streaked overhead.
“We’re going to be late!” Crystal groaned.
“Oh. A comet harvest?” Lucius felt a bit depressed, too; he had never seen the ritual where a comet was caught from the sky and melted for water, then released again. It was supposed to be a spectacle, but only for those who could make it there quickly enough.
“Hold on, hold on, I’m thinking!” Crystal stood still for a moment, then her face brightened. “What if we went through Mr. Douglas’s field?”
Lucius shuddered as he imagined the old man’s reaction if he saw two children cutting through his condensation field in the dead of night. Besides comets, people got their water from these fields where pure water condensed in special glass tanks from the lethal fumes far below them, under the transparent shell. There were fields like this everywhere, but somehow Mr. Douglas seemed to think his was of extreme importance. Certainly it sounded like it, the way he shouted at any unfortunate adolescents who strayed into it…
He hesitated. “Well, we’d need to be fast.”
Without another word, Crystal turned and ran into the labyrinth of paths between the huge glass tanks that held the water. Lucius froze a moment; he could not shake off the feeling that they were being watched. Looking around quickly, however, he didn’t see anyone; he turned back to the field just in time to see Crystal’s long red hair whipping out of sight around a corner. He hurried to follow her; however, when he got to the T in the path, he didn’t see Crystal in either direction. Lucius called out, but no voice returned the favor. With a chill, he realized Mr. Douglas could be very well prowling the tanks. Lucius decided against trying it again.
He silently cursed himself; true, this maze was an almost direct shortcut, but it was, after all, a maze; and now he had to look for both Crystal and the exit. He ran down the path th
Thanks for the advice. I wrote this about a year ago, when I was 12; I might have to edit it a little to be more scientifically accurate. Yahoo Answers cut a lot of the chapter off too… ah well. I chose everyone’s name for a reason; Lucius means Light, Crystal knows their glass world well and Crystal, glass… yeah. And Mr. Douglas’s full name is Mortimer Douglas; both of those mean water.

Basically without involving any *me* . Just *her* doing it on her own.
We use the same desktop computer, share a particular drawer, among others.
When I use the computer, everything’s clean, and even though I eat, do things, or mess up on the desk, after suing the computer I make sure the desk is clean as much as possible.
Then it’s her turn to use the computer. Blah blah blah then when it’s my turn again, there’s water on the desk (from the bottom of her glass, she always bring a cold glass of water to the desk). I have to wipe it out. A while ago it left a dark mark on the desk and I have to really wipe it hard to erase it.
the drawer, after using something, she just throw it back and doesn’t arrange it.
i AM telling her. And she just make that innocent face and smiles.

the assignment is to write a paper about your father by describing things in his office or car, just help me with proofreading which i am very bad at. anything will help, and the person with most/best tip will get best answer

Walking into Raymond’s office, you first step on his rug, which is aligned perfectly with the hardwood flooring. The rug was made in the 18th century, and has been passed down from his mother’s family. Along the edge of the rug is one patch of the blue and white cloth stained red. This means that the rug was an original work by the creator. The rug is one of the many of the priceless heirlooms stationed in my dad’s office. Strewn across the burgundy walls are his clocks. Each of these timepieces is a wind-up model, each from around 1950. The clocks are made of wood framing and metal hands. Past the rug lies Raymond’s desk. One of the newest items in his office, his desk is modern and constructed of metal and stained glass. Papers are strewn across it, a disorganized state displayed throughout the office. These papers differ anywhere from receipts to case reports for Exxon®. These papers differ anywhere from useless to priceless. The chair seated at his desk is the center point of the office. The Aeron chair is a modern icon, renowned for it’s superior comfort. The chair is where Raymond spends most of his time. Across from his modern desk is another desk, the ladder being much older, where his computer sits. The desk is another antique, however it is shadowed among the other thing around the office; like one person hiding among a crowd. Despite the reclusive spot that the desk is placed, it’s actually quite interesting. The desk is a copy of the Presidential Resolute desk, only without secret compartments. On top of the leather surface of the cloned desk sits Raymond’s computer. Unlike the models in other offices, the computer is very advanced. Costing upward up 00, it has two monitors, each mounded on the wall, and a keyboard each with it’s own little led screen. One wouldn’t be surprised to see the computer cook dinner for him too. Along walls that aren’t the windows overlooking downtown, sit small posters or plaques, each representing an accomplishment for Boy Scouts®. These plaques however aren’t solely mounted on the wall; the sit along both desks and in one of the 3 bookcases in the office.

And is it your own desk?

This one is rather cluttered, and it is indeed my own. It has on it the computer, my phone, an empty glass that had 4 fingers of single malt in it an hour ago (on a coaster), an ashtray, rolling tobacco, several pens, a stack of papers that includes unpaid bills and a to-do list, a cassette tape (!), a laser pointer, a set of five wooden dice that I made myself, my hospital ID tag, a tourniquet, a three-way tap from an IV giving set, some flyers for the club night my friend is putting on tomorrow night, and the mediocre Robert Ludlum novel I am currently reading.
@ Synesthetist: wherever did you find that razor-sharp wit?

Basically, is it bad to keep glasses on that are meant to see distance things? I work at a desk job and work on a computer all day. It’s a hassle to keep putting on and taking off my glasses. Sometimes I just leave them on as I do have to look up from the desk/computer to see things in the distance. If I don’t have my glasses on things are still discernable, just a little fuzzy. So is it bad to keep them on at all times?

So I was just watched Nickelodean with my kids last night and they had on the new movie "Josh and Drake save Christmas." Josh used two computers one a desk top and another a laptop. Both computers looked to be completley made out of glass. All that showed was the internet window that was open and you could see it right through it! Im not sure if they were real but Im assuming they were. Has anyone seen these before? If so do you know where to find them?

Please send me color codes. Dark pergo floors not cherry, white drywall ceilings, white frames around the windows, black leather office chairs, aluminum desks with glass tops. Like a showroom office. Perhaps suggest two colors, one with area of the computers and desks and one for the showroom. Its open concept, 1000 SQ FT with 1 divider wall thet splits office and showroom.
Also for the exterior, white windows, 4 meter by 1 M black sign going across the front with out co name. Its like old converted home on a commercial street in Costa Rica.
Thanks