I recently installed a new ceiling fan in my kitchen after impulse-buying it from Lowes. Ceiling fan installation is pretty much a huge pain in the ass: you have to cut a whole in the ceiling and dig around in insulation to mount and wire the thing up. But, hey, at least I didn't fall through my ceiling... again!
Swanky angle shot!
I had a realization. When the fan speed is on the lowest setting - slow enough that you can see the blades turning without blurring, it gives the room a totally laidback, pimp-like aura.
On the other hand, if you jack the fan all the way up to its highest setting, the room's atmosphere becomes chaotic, stressful, and frantic. People will, no doubt, be affected by the fan running on freak-speed. I predict they'd start fighting, breaking windows, and vandalizing and/or stealing my stuff. None of which are ideal scenarios, so I'm going to have to be careful.
One thing is for certain: next time I have the ladies over, I'll have the fan on pimp-speed. I don't even care if it's -10 degrees outside. This fan will be on, seducing the room and its inhabitants with its awesomeness!