Is fuck dust magical like fairy dust?
I’ve had forced air and now have radiant heat and I’ll also agree, the amount of dust really doesn’t seem to have gone down. It doesn’t really help that this winter has been so warm and snowless.
My house is an absolutely tchotchke-free zone, partly because I just prefer as much surface space as possible, but also because yeah, I don’t wanna have to dust all that crap, and under all that crap.
I have radiators. You mean it could be worse?
The Trouble With Dust Kittens.
Fuck dust.
I’ve lived in my new house for one month and already there are dusty cobwebs on the walls! I sweep every day! My old apartment I didn’t care so much about dust and grime and stuff, but I’m feeling the glow of homeowner pride and the dust is shitting all over it. Fucking dust!
I’ll see your “regular, ol’ every day dust” and raise you my “I just had my floors resanded and am living under a half inch layer of dust over everything in the entire house”. I’m about to poke my eyes out I hate it so much. :mad:
I find that if you let it settle into the dog hair, it’s easier to sweep up.
Are you kidding? Dust wouldn’t have a chance with him around, wielding those two enormous black swiffers on the sides of his head.
My grandmother called little knickknacks “dust catchers.”
I read somewhere that most dust particles actually never land. So what you’re seeing covering stuff is the rebel minority.
Good Lord my house gets super dusty. I have no idea why. I live in fucking Indiana. The dust that accumulates on my ceiling fan blades alone would choke Gorgar.
I sweep nearly ever day, but leave the dusting for when I’m expecting company. I’ll vacuum every couple of weeks, 'cause it’s kinda fun, but that’s just to get the baseboards and fans and molding near the ceiling. The actual dusting of windowsills, blinds, and other surfaces can wait for company - it’s too much of a pain in the ass to bother.
(City, radiant heat)
I have vowed to never have a ceiling fan after my last apartment. Not only did the blades have a coat of fur but the fan had a halo of dust around it that settled in the texture of the ceiling. It was impossible to clean without a massive dust rain. Horrific.
? This does not compute
Swiffer dusters, and Windex electronic wipes. They’re not just for electronics.
I used the wipes on the dishwasher and oven doors (black glass) four days ago. They’re still dust-free. Normally they’re covered with whatever the dog sheds, as well as dust and other stuff. They’re still clean. I think the anti-static claim might be accurate.
Before, I’d clean them with regular Windex, and there’d be stuff on them within minutes.
Agreed. I regret moving into a home with forced air heat. It was way easier to get rid of cat hair when it wasn’t being blown here and there and picking up little dust particles on the way. Once upon a time, I lived in a house with radiators and no cat. I didn’t dust for two years. It was quite liberating.
I pictured the flying saucer guy from Quisp cereal, and broke the chain for all of you, because it doesn’t seem to fit at all.
You’re welcome.
And remember, Honey is bee vomit…and if that was not bad enough, bees also eat Fuck Dust! 
I was going to be fully on board with this pitting, then I realised I have a greater enemy: hair.
I was having a shower this morning that turned out to be a foot bath because a hair monster was lurking in the drain.
I went to clean the rest of the bathroom later on, and ended up vacuuming everything because it was all covered in hair - the basin, the toilet, the floor.
Except, of course, I couldn’t just turn the vacuum cleaner on and start vacuuming. Oh no. First, I had to clean the vacuum head because it was clogged up with…you guessed it, hair.
I’ve now vacuumed the top story of my house and all I can see in the chamber is hair.
I just freaked out my husband by suggesting I should get a pixie haircut, simply so that I don’t have to vacuum up so much goddamned hair.
Living on Thursday Island in the 70’s every one had ceiling fans. Of course it was a great party trick when the host wasn’t looking (and fans turned off obviously) to load the back of the fan with flour or perhaps an egg or two. Host would walk in and turn on the fan and it was like a snow storm.
That was worse than dust.
My dad died in December, and as part of my mourning, I got a very short haircut. As in, I had the stylist use clippers on my hair, all over. I guess Daddy had one more lesson to teach me…life is indeed much easier without all that hair. It’s been two months since I’ve had to remove a hair monster from the drain. I might keep this haircut, even though my husband hates it. Because he wasn’t the one dealing with all the hair.