Roombas have to be emptied a lot. They don’t have much capacity. Also, they’re more for surface dirt than real dirt. Get a Dyson. They’re loverly (says the completely unbiased Dyson owner).
And nice to have someone confirm that stainless steel shows streaks and fingerprints. I heard that once on some decorating show, but never again. Instead I kept hearing how easy it was to keep clean (without anyone mentioning that it had to be cleaned at least once a day to get rid of the fingerprints and streaks), and I was starting to wonder if I’d dreamed that bit of advice.
I do not have stainless steel applicances. Mine are black. They show little or nothing on them, and only have to be wiped down once a week or so. Yay!
Well, given that this was a super-nice shiny Miele that requires a fancy-shmancy install for optimum performance, having two guys made the job go much faster. Start to finish was 20 minutes flat, since Guy A could do setup while Guy B lugged out the old machine and brought in the new.
Anyway, I’d probably have complained if it cost me $200 for one guy instead of two attractively buffed gentlemen. I’m all for getting maximum bang for my buck (yes, I know that the providing of two buff gentlemen is intended to distract me from the fact that $200 is an astronomical sum for 20 minutes of work and that I shouldn’t be fooled like this… but hey, as far as flaws go, being easily distracted by muscley biceps is one I can live with).
Also, stainless steel is a total PITA, but I figure we’ll put up with it for the next little while since there are no kidlets to leave goobery fingerprints on it and the rest of the appliances stainless. God forbid they not match… my gay friends would never come over for dinner ever again.
(ETA: you can get cleaners for stainless that somehow repel fingerprints, so long as you use them semi-regularly… and some manufacturers have cleverly switched to I Can’t Believe It’s Not Stainless which has all the lovely shiny aspects and none of the fingerprint-magnet properties of real stainless - that’s what our fridge is made of, incidentally)
I got an email from That Guy and it’s made me feel kinda queasy in my stomach, even though it was only three sentences asking about when I’m actually leaving. (It makes more sense in the context of what happened over the weekend, which I haven’t really posted about other than the flippant comment of having been naughty.)
Ah well. :: :smack: self into being more sensible ::
In class today we read an essay by Nussbaum about legalizing prostitution, which compared professors (who sell their ideas) to prostitutes (who sell their sexuality). My student were very much amused.
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope an Amazon, who called herself Horrible Hannah. This name kinda, sorta maybe fit her to a T. Sometimes she roared and slavered. At other times, she whinged! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Horrible Hannah went too far and actually hiccuped, and threw up and spewed mightily!). This got the mod’s light headed and made all the MMPers wobble dizzily. The other MMPers were nauseous. They decided to hyper-ventilate. They set up the paper bags and had everyone breath. This caused **blue panic **amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the foulness of the air in the MMP. The MMP became anathema throughout the interweb. The MMPers were blazé and just went about their business. Their [del]toil[/del] soil here was done!
As for the rest: nice quiet weekend, steak and barbacued chicken, two movies, No Country for Old Men and I am legend , new glasses are ready, that’s all, folks.
I know what’ll happen if I tell. Two muscley men will come in to distract me whilst LiLi and one of her assorted husbands make off with the Miele from the kitchen and the Dyson from the hall closet, yes?
:dubious:
Is it quit-o’clock yet? Huh huh huh? I want to go home and admire the dishwasher some more… and then maybe do some laundry, and possibly even clean the bedroom. Dagnabbit, I’m having a sudden fit of domesticity, and I’m not even in a position to take advantage of it.
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope an impatient unicorn, who called himself Radiant Marmoset. This name caused much giggling but fit him to a T. Sometimes he kvetched and preened. At other times, he snarked omnisciently! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Radiant Marmoset went too far and actually provoked, and corroded and schlepped unevenly!. This got the mod’s insufferably plotzed and made all the MMPers hokey-pokey in their underwear. The other MMPers were splurging. They decided to resonate. They set up the projector and had everyone undulate. This caused intense pudding making amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the freshness of the pecan logs in the MMP. The MMP became oppresive throughout the interweb. The MMPers were drunk and just went about their business. Their improperness here was done!
Ok, kinda sorta, I guess.
Hope everyone’s day is goin’ good. Gotta get back to work stuff now.
Am nauseated beyond belief all of a sudden. Was working on paper–almost done. Need to finish bib and cite two quotes. oh, and find 2 more sources. :rolleyes:
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a frenetic houseplant, who called themselves Invincible Cracker. This name yellow walking stick fit him/her/it to a T. Sometimes s/he/it **chewed ** and yodeled. At other times, s/he/it laundered complacently! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Invincible Cracker went too far and actually pranced, sculpted, and indiscretely flossed. This got the mod’s **pipe wrench rusty ** and made all the MMPers fly thru the air on a barbed wire trapeze. The other MMPers were chortling. They decided to exhale. They set up the **pumpkin ** and had everyone slalom. This caused **midwifery ** amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the **eggplant ** of the skate key in the MMP. The MMP became **emasculated ** throughout the interweb. The MMPers were **ambidexterous ** and just went about their business. Their **shoestring ** here was done!
This was too hard, knowing where the words fit in the story. Too difficult to be random and spontaneous. I shoulda used random and spontaneous in there somewhere…
Happy Monday! I’m home. Four more work days till I head for FL again. We had Diversity and Prevention of Sexual Harrassment Training today - there’s 2 hours I’ll never get back again. I’ve had variations on this training stretching back to 1973 in boot camp. And this ranks among the worst presentations I’ve experienced - it would have been more subtle if she’d pounded on our heads with a skillet that said “Diversity is GOOD!!”
Whatevah… I’ve got some chickie thawing for supper. I think I’ll pull a couple of the twice baked NOT out of the freezer. Plus some sort of vegetable matter. I may even make a dessert.
That’s all for now. Guess I should read beyond the OP, huh? Back later with comments as warranted.
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a green clock, who called themselves sloppy house. This name **beautifully ** fit him/her/it to a T. Sometimes s/he/it **typed ** and swam. At other times, s/he/it **ate ** pointedly. It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, **sloppy house ** went too far and actually kicked, plucked, and lazily sauntered. This got the mod’s **stove ** and printed, and made all the MMPers run screaming to mother. The other MMPers were pickled. They decided to shine. They set up the **eyeglass case ** and had everyone drink. This caused **panic ** amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the **computer ** of the **cat ** in the MMP. The MMP became **measured ** throughout the interweb. The MMPers were **purple ** and just went about their business. Their **lamp ** here was done!
I suppose I could have done better, bt I was still hindered knowing what the sentances were. sorry.
The joy of stainless steal is that it has anti-microbial properties. That’s why they use it in commercial kitchens. My Grandma, who was a waitress and bartender, always complains that it’s not on the inside of more appliances. She was so excited when she found a dishwasher that was stainless steel inside and had a black finish outside.
As far as the OP–I always did Madlibs where there is a list of the words that are needed are chosen by part of speech and then you get to see the paragraphs that they get put into. So, it would be something like :
adj: purple
noun: kazoo
verb: shook
and then the sentance would be:
I saw my (purple) (kazoo) hanging by a string from a treetop, and I (shook) toward it.
and then everyone laughs because it doesn’t make sense. :: sighs :: Madlibs made a lot of loooonnnggg car trips (ok, 4 and a half hours, seems longer as a kid) to see my great-grandma more amusing.
From last week’s: those choc chip cookies sound great from your description, McUne. I’ll have to give them a try. Our IT folks are already giving me a hard time for not bringing in goodies this week. So next weekend I’ll have to make up for it! Can’t have the support folks thinking I’m letting them down… they do stuff faster for me than other people due to the food-based bribes that I give them!
I’m going to try making quinoa for dindin to go with some salmon. I’ll let you know how it turns out tomorrow.
I’ve got brownies in the oven. We’ll see how they come out before I share the link to the recipe.
Haven’t heard from **FCD ** yet - I don’t know if he’s still working or just didn’t call to let me know he was on his way. I suppose I could call him, couldn’t I? Yeah, maybe I should do that.
Mr. Lissar has decided to not go (great grammars) to the dojo tonight, so I think (if he picks up milk) I might make him homemade chocolate pudding. Maybe. And french bread pizza for dinner. Low-cal and healthy, that’s us.
I just noticed a while ago that the only veggies we’re eating regularly are zuchinni, peppers, mushrooms, spinach, and tomatoes. And potatoes. And chocolate. Because all are available pre-prepped from Costco. I hope we don’t die of malnutrition.
and I am legend 
, new glasses are ready, that’s all, folks.