Turning on the lights triggers my migraines, I prefer soothing, glowing furniture.
It's nice to know someone tall and quiet is watching over me while I sleep. Wait, did I say nice? I meant super creepy.
I can't stand to see a good piece of garbage go to waste. Turn it into a lamp!
Someday I'll have a big ol' house with a dressing room decorated in all frilly pinkness and lace and I'll hire someone to keep it clean and organized for me and all the lighting fixtures will look like this.
So here's how it works, you've got the big house and a bunch of other people have the little houses. You control the lights, over the internet! Neat! Now your friends will know when you're home.