Carpet tack strips--I hate the word

So, when I got home, I noticed that the house smelled like...well, a place with wall-to-wall carpet in which a puppy is being house-trained. Not so great. And I don't love the steamer enough to use it every week. Not to mention the carpet was stained and worn and gross when we moved in, and I still occasionally find fur from the last owner's dog. So I got up yesterday morning and ripped out the dining room. That way, you see, I can't become inured to the nastiness. I have to go out and get new flooring now, or walk on cold cement.

But oh my god, tack strips. It's like a Chinese hell.

I was going to post about book-related things too, but that will have to wait now. I'm going to finish that damn room.