a jumble of thoughts coming from me to yours truly... yes yours truly.
the second one from the top.. orange flintstone house... that's right by my parents place in northern california. i see it every time i drive up to amoeba records on haight street. it's architecturally faulty, because in the summertime the condensation gathers in the middle of each ceiling and drips into the middle of each room, so it changes ownership almost every year. true story.
That's whack. I mean seriously, couldn't they have made all of those hump roofs into convertibles? Geeze!