This is probably what I’ll be getting to meet my gadget obsession in my family years. I’ll be shopping for a new home, thinking of the kids, making sure there’s enough room for everyone, decent sized bed rooms, and my own personal drawing room. What happened to the drawing room anyways? Once the intimate personal corner reserved for the man of the house, accompanied by a wet bar, the perfect place to read a book in silence or jam to some jazz LP’s.
And then, I’ll see this closet. Yup. An open closet, perhaps near the back of the large majestic living room. A large closet the size of a small office. My secret abode. Before the family sees it, I’ll have the contractor on the phone, spitting out my plans for my most awesome gadget-related conquest yet.
The secret passage.
Late at night when the kids are asleep as I stumble in from a late night at work. The wife is upstairs reading in bed. I walk into the kitchen for a bowl of late night cereal. In mid-crunch, I peer around the corner, up the stairs, checking if the coast is clear. I bee-line to the living room.
Gazing over at the massive bookshelf where this large closet once opened at, I look over the hundreds of books I’ve collected over the years. Ahhh, yes, here it is. A vintage encyclopedia Britannica. Tilting the book towards me, I hear the faint and familiar “snap” of a lever and the smooth sound of hydraulics pumping. A short gasp of compressed air puffs out as the massive bookshelf begins to swing open horizontally towards me. Inside awaits a dark room lit only by the soft white hue of computer screens, and the faint sparkle of a decanter, filled with my favorite midnight drink.


Get yourself one here.