So my internet has been sluggish since about 8:00 last night. I have had this happen once or twice before and it in the past it has “healed” itself by morning.
This morning it was still slow. So I called Comcast and spoke to a very nice young lady named Amy. Amy tells me that 99% of the time this is an easy fix. Just reboot your cable modem. OK, I’ll do it! The problem is, I have Vonage.
Of course, I lost connection with my nice young helper. VOIP only works if you have IP.
She was right though, no more timeouts and everything seems to be working properly again.
I put a pot of something on the stove, turned the heat up high, and ignored it for twenty minutes or so–long enough for my pot of something to burn severely onto the bottom of the pot.
I rarely burn something severely - but it is common for me to burn things. I put something on the stove and then put the timer on to remind me to check it. But if I put too much time on the timer, it comes out burnt.
I keep forgetting to call Midas to ask about the status of my claim. A while back my car was hit by a fence, well, gate, a huge gate, on their property and my car suffered some damage.
It seems the both of us have the trouble of remembering to call back.
I forgot the word “refrigerator”. I was trying to tell my wife that I put the leftovers in the refrigerator, but the word just decided to take a vacation from my brain.
I wound up describing it as “that cold kitchen thing…you know, the opposite of a stove”.
Hee - when I’m tired, my language skills go out the window. (Curiously, they also do when I have a migraine. I didn’t know that until the last migraine, trying to have a conversation with my husband, and failing miserably).
It’d been a long week, and I was talking with my boss on a Friday afternoon. We were chatting along, and all the sudden I’m all, “…you know, the thing. The thing that’s flat, with several openings, where you put the books…The bookshelf! Yeah! That.”
That’s how you adjust them if you don’t want to drive them out to town. Unless you’re stupid, in which case it’s how you ruin them and have to buy another pair.
I quenched a butyl lithium reaction too fast and blew a plume of chemicals eight feet into the air of my fume hood. It looked like the Mentos/Coke combo, only in green and yellow.
What an unholy mess.
I had what you might call an ‘incident’ a few months ago. It was dinnertime one night and I put some oil in a pot, planning to dump in the vegetables when it was heated properly. First I decided to take a look at one of my curtains, which had fallen out of the wall some time ago. (My girlfriend didn’t know you could only open the window grate partway.) I’ve got one screw about halfway back into the wall when the oil starts hissing in a way that was altogether nasty and threatening. So I turn back to the stove and see flames are coming out of the pan. I drop what I’m doing and the curtain immediately falls out of the wall and crashes back to the floor. By the time I’ve taken three steps to the kitchen, the flames are about three feet high and my cabinets are blackening. I start to dump water into the pan before I realize this is a grease fire and you can’t do that. I’m not sure how you DO put it out, and this is all kinds of ironic because I’m across the street from a fire station, but they’re not going to know about this unless I die of smoke inhalation or embarrassment because the smoke detector doesn’t seem to be working, and meanwhile the pan is contuining to sizzle and hot oil is flying out, and I’m cooking, uh, in the most extremely casual attire, so several flecks of oil land on my left leg above the knee and I’m lucky nothing else got burned off, and finally I transfer the pot to the sink, turn up the cold water and open the windows and the door to let the smoke out. Eventually I can see again, so I notice the heat of the fire has taken most of the finish off the pot, which I guess indicates it was very hot indeed.
I haven’t done any of that again, especially the leaving the hot oil on the stove unattended part.
Easiest way to put out a grease fire is to remove its oxygen source. That is - with a lid. BTDT. More than once, actually. This works on wax, too*.
Tongs. I use BBQ tongs to get the lid over the fire. Seriously.
Some sources say to throw baking soda on it, but it takes a really whole lot of baking soda to put it out.
*DogDad makes candles and we didn’t know that the wax crucible had a pinhole leak. Wax went all over the stove, we thought it was just water streaming off the crucible pitcher (since it wasn’t colored we didn’t realize it was wax) and some ran into the pans underneath the burners. We mopped up the “water” on top of the stove as usual, figured the stuff underneath would dry (well, it did, but…) and next time we turned on the burner, once the wax-soaked crud under the burner got hot enough…WHOOF.
I posted about this back in November, but a good stoopidity story has no expiration date.
I walked through my apartment.
Yep, that’s it. That’s the stupid thing I did.
I walked through my apartment. Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal. But on that particular occasion, I momentarily forgot that my apartment is split level. I forgot that I actually have stairs.
I ended up landing flat on my face. My feet curled up under me, and I ended up breaking three toes in both feet. I had to walk with a cane for two months.
On the forgotten–or merely misused–word front–Bell choir director said she just wanted the left hand to play for a few measures. She meant the Bass Clef–which is the Pianist’s left hand, but the bells are distributed such that if people ring the bells in their left hands only, one might get interesting effects but not the one she was looking for.
At the point which Marley noticed it, “tea towel” would be FAR too small to smother it. I’d be hurling a wet comforter over it or something. Perhaps a wet beach towel could do it…
did the “pot left on the stove” thing once… in culinary school…during our team practical. I had mirepoix on to carmelize, and to try to help out with some other things, stepped away from the stove to help prep. A few minutes later, the head chef brought the pot full of charring veggies over to our prep table, and slammed it down. Lesson learned the hard way.
I could have sacrificed a wash cloth, but I don’t know for sure if that would have worked. I’m sure the top would have done the job. At least the water worked.
For me it was: “Wine with bubbles” for Champagne.